Black Falcon: Complete Series Collection (114 page)

There’s a long pause of silence between us as we listen to Randall go over the rules with everyone.

“There’s no wandering off alone. Everyone must stay paired up.”

“I’ve had nothing but good reports from the clients, Frannie,” Wayne says, as soon as Randall’s finished.

“Really? Wow. That’s great news.” Pride fills me, and I’m starting to think that maybe I’m a pretty decent therapist after all. Sometimes it’s hard to know if I’m actually helping someone or not.

“Mr. Douglas, especially, has been showering you with compliments. He says you’ve been working with him about showing more emotion through music. That’s very clever, reaching out to the clients through channels they’ll relate to best. I think you’ll do very well here.”

I smile. Leave it to my secret lover to butter up my boss and earn me some brownie points. “Thank you. I really feel like I’m starting to get somewhere with Mr. Douglas.”

My grin widens even further knowing that Tyke appreciates the method of therapy we’ve been using.

Randall opens the doors to the first van. “Dr. Shepherd and Timothy will be in charge of this bus. I’ll need the following people on this one: Rosa, Elaine, John...”

“That’s my cue,” Wayne says before throwing, “Keep up the good work, Frannie,” over his shoulder.

Randall turns to the rest of the group and tells them they are in the other van with him and I. Tyke grins as he heads to the van I’m in, while Josie calls shotgun and races toward the front of the van like a little kid.

It takes us about an hour to get to the quaint little town where the art show is being hosted. I’ve been to several art galas with my parents, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited than to go to this particular one, and it has nothing to do with the artists. For the first time since I’ve met Tyke, we’re away from Serenity Hills. It’ll be nice to pretend, if only for a little while, what it might be like if we could be in public together.

Although walking through the halls of the art gallery as a huge group kills the illusion that we’re alone, Tyke stays next to me throughout the entire tour.

Standing next to him is the hardest thing in the world. All I want to do is reach out ever so slightly and touch him to let him know that he’s on my mind, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Tyke tilts his head, studying the painting before him intently, scrutinizing what it could be conveying. The other clients stand in front of us, blocking us from the direct sight of Wayne, who is lecturing the clients on what he thinks the painting of two little children could mean.

The group moves on to the next exhibit, and it’s of a photo of a couple lost in the throes of passion. My pulse increases and my chest heaves as it evokes the memory of Tyke and I together.

The photo must have sparked the same memory for Tyke because he hooks his pinky around mine. My heart thunders in my chest at the feel of our skin connecting. This is completely inappropriate, but I don’t care. This small touch is already sending my body into overdrive.

This small touch is so comforting, knowing that he’s thinking about me, too.

As quickly as the moment comes, it fades away when Wayne leads the group onto the next painting, and Tyke releases me.

The rest of the tour goes on much the same—simple touches when we’re sure no one is looking. I’ll admit there’s a certain adventure in our little game, dangerous yet thrilling, but it’s making me all the more anxious to have Tyke again. By the end of the exhibit, I’m so turned on it’s hard for me to see straight.

Tyke must feel the same way because he leans in and whispers, “I have to have you.”

My knees nearly buckle as the urge to drag him into the nearest secluded corner and allow him to have his way with me hits.

“Can you meet me by the fountain?” he asks and I nod.

The entire trip back to Serenity, my body is ablaze with anticipation. Knowing I’m going to have Tyke again is making me embarrassingly wet. We sit next to each other but have to refrain from doing anything that would give us away. Josie could turn around any moment, or Randall could glance up in the rearview mirror at the wrong time, and we’d be so busted. Not to mention the fact that I have Arnold squished next to me, on the other side.

“What was your favorite exhibit?” Randal asks openly to anyone who wants to answer.

“The picture of the people fucking,” one of the male clients shouts from the back. “That shit was hot.”

Tyke and I look at one another and burst out laughing, knowing that was the very painting that got us turned on.

Finally, we make it back to the facility, all piling out and saying our goodbyes as everyone heads to their rooms to rest up before dinner. Tyke and I walk far enough apart so as not to draw suspicion, but each of us knows what lies in wait for us.

I make it back to the cottage and practically run into my bathroom to freshen up. I shove my hair into a cap and jump into the shower, quickly scrubbing every inch of me down before running a razor over my legs and nether regions.

After I’m dressed in a sundress, I head to the fountain, the crisp evening air caressing my freshly washed skin and jolting every nerve in me awake as I sit down on a bench and wait for Tyke.

I casually flip through the book I brought with me to look busy as I wait. It doesn’t take long before I see Tyke making his way down the path.

He grins the moment he spots me, but looks around cautiously before rushing down and scooping me up in his arms. “God. You don’t know how hard today was, not being able to hold you.”

I wrap my arms over his shoulders and toy with the hair on the nape of his neck. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

He crushes his lips to mine and then sets me down. “Come on. I made sure I wasn’t followed, but we won’t have much time.”

He begins to pull me into the woods, but the idea of being out in the open again scares me. We got lucky last time. I think it’s better if we don’t push our luck.

I pull back on his arm and he turns to me, a perplexed expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

I tip my head toward the cottage. “This one’s mine. I think it would be much more private.”

He glances around and then smiles. “Lead the way.”

Quickly, I sneak him inside. Once the door is shut, he shoves me up against it and attacks my mouth with his. As much as I would love to take our time and savor every moment of our passion, we both know time isn’t on our side.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he pushes my sundress up around my waist before picking me up, my legs wrapping around him, as he presses his thick erection against me. I writhe against it, hungry for him to be inside me.

When he walks us over to the bed, he lays me down and slowly slides my dress up my body while kissing a path up my torso. Once he gets to my breasts, he pulls back and removes my dress completely.

“No bra or panties this time?” he teases.

“I figured they would only get in the way.” I grin at him and then my eyes trail down his body. “You’re still completely dressed. I don’t think that’s fair.”

He laughs and grabs the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head in that sexy way that guys do, completely ruffling his hair up in the process.

My eyes travel down his toned body and take a moment to appreciate all the artwork etched into his skin. Tyke Douglas is most definitely a tasty treat.

Tyke drops his gray shirt on the floor and raises one eyebrow while he grins at me wickedly. “Better?”

I lick my lips and scoot to the end of the bed. “Much.”

I quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans, shoving them, along with his boxer briefs down around his narrow hips. His cock springs free and I take a moment to trail my tongue down one side of his “V” before continuing my path down his shaft.

I wrap my lips around the tip of him, and he groans. “Holy fuck.”

Dirty talk from Tyke is encouraging. It pushes me to keep going because I’m obviously pleasing him.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug in rhythm while I work him deeper into my mouth. His breathing becomes ragged, and he tangles his fingers in my thick hair. I’ve never claimed to be an expert at giving head, but I feel pretty damn proud at how much he’s enjoying this.

Pre-come drips onto my tongue, and I taste the saltiness of his excitement, so I begin to slow my movements. I pull away and stare up at him. His green eyes are lust filled as he strokes the side of my face with his thumb.

I grab his arm and tug him onto the bed with me. Tyke kicks his clothes the rest of the way off and I straddle him, his erect cock, still slick with my saliva, glides against my folds as my hips grind into him, the tip of his cock hitting my clit as I work. I close my eyes and lean back, cupping my own breasts as I get lost seeking my own pleasure.

My arousal coats him, and I quicken my pace. Tyke’s gaze never leaves me as the familiar tingle of bliss tears through my body and Tyke squeezes my hips as he watches me come apart on top of him.

“Jesus, I nearly came just watching that,” he says as he leans up and presses his lips to mine. “You are too fucking sexy for your own good.”

Before I have a chance to respond, he flips me onto my back and covers my body with his own. He trails a path of kisses across my jaw and then whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and his cock presses against my entrance. “I want you there.”

With one swift thrust, he’s inside me. He stays still for a moment and allows my body to stretch around him, but then begins to move at a deliciously slow pace.

“Heaven. Even better than I remembered,” he says with a raspy tone in his voice.

Each time he pulls out and pushes back inside, his pelvis makes contact with my clit. I spread my legs wider and grab his ass, attempting to control his rhythm.

“You like that?” he murmurs as my fingers dig into his backside.

“Ohhh, yeah,” I whimper.

I should be embarrassed. I’m sure I sounded like some cheap porn star just then, but the truth is, I’m enjoying what he’s doing and I don’t want him to stop.

“You want it harder?” he asks and then gives me one hard thrust. “Huh?”

“Oh, God.” I pant as every nerve ending in my body ignites.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me again.”

With that vocal cue, I lose all control. My body jerks as I come for the second time, and my vision goes dark from the intensity.

The moment I come back to my senses, I freeze. “Hold on.”

I reach into my nightstand and unearth the emergency stash of condoms I bought when I made a run to the store last week. After the randomness of the woods, I wanted to be prepared if there was ever a next time with Tyke, even as much as I was trying to fight it.

He simply stares at me, and I shrug. “I got them just in case we ever happened again.”

He nods. “Smart thinking, considering I can’t leave this place to get them.”

The foil crinkles in my hands as I tear the package open. Tyke leans back, pulling himself out of me so I can roll the condom onto him.

Once it’s on, Tyke settles back on his forearms and his cock slides back into me with ease. Now that we know we’re protected, he begins pounding into me at full speed, sweat slicking his back as his muscles work to find their own release.

It doesn’t take long before his movements become more rigid and a deep moan rips out of his throat as he comes hard. I stare in amazement as this beautiful man gets off on the pleasure of my body.

Small tremors shake through his body before he sighs and then opens his eyes to gaze upon my face.

“Fucking beautiful,” Tyke says, leaning down and crushing his lips to mine. “You’re never more breathtaking then when you completely let go.”

I smile up at him lazily as I reach up and push his hair back from his face. “You’re the one who’s beautiful—inside and out.”

This time, it’s Tyke who blushes, leaning in and kissing me again. “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

I toy with his hair. “I don’t think luck had anything to do with it. A string of bad choices brought us to rock bottom, and then finally getting our shit straight brought us to one another.”

He smiles. “Like fate?”

I bite my lip and think about how I’ve always laughed of the idea of fate being real, but in this instance, it seems very fitting. “Like fate,” I agree.

After we cuddle for a few more moments, we quickly work on cleaning ourselves up before we have to go face everyone at dinner. Tyke leaves the cottage first as soon as he’s sure no one is around, and then about fifteen minutes later, I make my way toward the main house.

“Hey, Frannie,” Kimmy calls from behind me, making me jump.

I rub the back of my neck. “Oh hey, Kimmy. I didn’t see you there.”

She laughs next to me. “No, I’m guessing your mind is elsewhere after having Tyke Douglas in your cottage.”

The blood instantly drains from my face and my heart pauses for a beat.

Oh shit!

Kimmy nudges me and laughs. “Girl, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I won’t say a word to anyone.”

“Kimmy...I...” I scrub my hand across my forehead, completely lost for words.

“Relax, Frannie. If it were me in your position, I’d pounce on him, too. He’s so sexy.” She grins. “So tell me, is it just sex between you two, or what?”

I bite my lip. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so. When we’re together it feels right, and that scares me.”

Her brow furrows. “Why?”

I pull my lips into a tight line. “I’ve never been in a real relationship before, and I have no clue what in the hell I’m doing.”

She laughs. “First of all, you’ve got to be doing something right. I’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. He’s crazy about you. And secondly, just be yourself. The best relationships are the natural ones.”

I give her a small smile. “How’d you get so wise?”

She shrugs. “I’ve got five siblings, and I’m the oldest. They all come to me for advice.”

“If the design thing doesn’t work out, you should think about going into counseling,” I tell her.

When we make it to the main house, I tell Kimmy that I’ll see her later, needing space to freak out about the fact that our secret isn’t so secret anymore. I make my way into my office and sit at my desk before firing up my laptop. I quickly type my passwords in and log into my email, needing to focus on something else before I have a complete anxiety attack.