Outlaw: Screaming Eagles MC (8 page)

Chapter Fifteen

Once inside he flung her down on the bed.

“No one knows about this place right? No one’s looking for you here.”

“Don’t worry,” he said as he ripped his shirt and his shoes off. “No one followed me and I paid in cash. No one knows we’re here.” He slipped his pants off and advanced on Grace on the bed. “Not a single person knows.”

“No one can know,” she reminded him, staring at him as he reached down and lifted off her shirt. Her bare skin was smooth and warm against his hands and Falcon smiled as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the bed. She stood before him in her bare feet looking up at him through her long lashes.

“Pants, off,” he ordered.

But she took her time. Always looking him in the eye, she reached down slowly and undid the top button of her jeans and then slowly undid the zipper. Falcon was mesmerized as he watched her slowly slide her jeans down past her hips, over her knees before she stepped out of them. She was wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and a matching thong. She turned away from him and glanced over her shoulder as she undid the snaps holding her bra and let the fabric fall forward and gather in her hands. Her bare back was exposed to him and Falcon stepped forward to touch her, but she shook her head.

“Not yet,” she said, and Falcon’s cock swelled in his boxers. His hand hung in the air; he was so desperate to touch her. She let her bra fall to the floor, but kept her back to him as she hooked her thumbs into her thong and slipped it over her perfect ass and down her legs, bending over as she finally stepped out of it.

Falcon couldn’t wait any more. He took a giant step forward and gathered Grace in his arms, pulling her back against him, his cock pushing into the soft flesh of her ass as his hands wrapped around her breasts and he kissed her neck.

“You want to see what I’m capable of?” he asked her. She nodded her ascent and he spun her around and then, without warning, he put a hand under her ass and the other on her shoulder and he spun her upside down.

“Falcon!” she yelled, but he didn’t drop her. He was stronger than she knew. Every time they had wrestled for control he could have easily dominated her, but he liked her spark and her passion and now he wanted to show her what he could do.

He quickly maneuvered Grace until he had both hands on her shoulders and he was easily holding her up. Her wet pussy was right in front of his face and he leaned forward and licked down her center and he felt her shudder and heard her moan. He slipped his tongue in her again, running up and down her center and he felt a jolt run through her and smiled when he realized he had found her clit.

He focused his tongue there, rubbing over and over and up and down on her clit as he heard her cry out in pleasure with each stroke from him. She was captured in his hands and he was in complete control as he sucked and licked and felt her body respond to him.

And then it was his turn to gasp as she wrapped her pretty mouth around his cock and began to suck on it, moving her head up and down over his cock. Her hands were trapped, but her mouth was more than enough and Falcon pushed his hips against her as his tongue went even harder on her clit.

“Yes, Falcon, yes!” She cried out before taking his cock in her mouth again. He could feel how wet and how close she was. His penis slipped from her mouth as she continued to cry and moan and then she let out an earth-shattering scream as her body convulsed and her orgasm pushed through her.

Her body went slack in his arms and he gently swung her around until she was right side up and leaning against him.

“Falcon. I’ve never done anything like that. That was amazing,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

“I’m not done yet,”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking up at him. He reached for his wallet and slipped a condom on quickly before putting both hands underneath her ass and lifting her off her feet. She gasped as she held onto his shoulders for support and then she gasped again as he entered her and pinned her to the wall.

Her hands were wrapped around Falcon as he pushed deep inside of her and she cried out in pleasure as she reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing with his every thrust. He was thrusting and pushing into her. Her face buried in his shoulder as her nails dug into his neck and he pounded her hard against the wall, making the entire room shake.

“Falcon, yes, I can’t...I’m going to come again,” she whispered into his shoulder and then she threw her head back in pleasure as he continued to thrust into her. He slowed down his movement and looked her in the eye as he pushed deep into her and she opened her mouth and let out a moan and a whimper as he felt her body tense beneath him.

“Come for me,” he whispered into her ear and she nodded and closed her eyes. He moved his hips against her before she tensed again and bit down hard on his shoulder. She screamed out the word
yes
and he felt her body shake against him, her inner walls convulsing with her and it was almost enough to put him over the edge. Almost.

He tossed her onto the bed and before she could rest for even a second, he spun her around and positioned her on her hands and knees. She was beyond wet and he slipped easily into her. Falcon bent over Grace and kissed her shoulder blades and the back of her neck before he moved his hand until it was between her legs.

“Falcon...” she moaned. “I can’t. Not again. I can’t come again.”

“Then tell me to stop,” he whispered as he began to gently spin his fingers over her clit. She was wet and his fingers moved quickly and easily. He matched the rhythm of his fingers to the rhythm of his thrusts and whispered into her ear, “I’m not stopping until you come again.”

She moaned loudly as his fingers began to spin faster and harder. And then he could feel her body instinctively responding to his as she pushed back against him and she began to whimper and moan in pleasure before she threw her head back, closing her eyes and calling out his name.

“Falcon yes...yes...please...yes.”

He smiled as he waited on the verge of his own orgasm. He was close, but he knew it was worth it to wait. He spun his fingers right over her clit and then he felt Grace tense beneath him, her hands gripping the blanket on the motel sheets in her fists as her orgasm welled up from someplace deep inside of her and then she began to convulse around him. Falcon finally couldn’t hold it back any longer and with an explosion of pleasure he was pushed over the edge and they finished together.

Grace collapsed on the bed and Falcon fell down next her taking the condom off and tossing it a nearby trash can. They were both sweaty and exhausted and out of breathe. His hand reached for her thigh and he caressed it as they stared at the water-stained ceiling of the motel room.

Chapter Sixteen

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He had only intended to close his eyes for a second. But a car horn blasting in the parking lot jolted him awake and he glanced at the clock and saw it was after nine. Grace had woken up at the sound of blaring horn as well and she sat up and ran her hands through her messy hair.

Still laying back in bad Falcon watched her back in the darkened room. He could see the muscles there; Grace was no meek little size two. She was a warrior. He reached up and ran his hand up and down her back and she sighed softly as he did so.

“We should probably go soon,” she said quietly and Falcon encircled her arm with his hand and pulled her back down into bed with him.

She turned on her side and rested her head against his chest. He ran his hands through her hair as she settled on top of him. Her presence was wonderful and he was ready to spend the entire night lying in bed with her.

“Seriously, I need to get up,” Grace said and she sat up on her elbow and leaned over and kissed Falcon gently on the lips. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, but when she pulled away, he let her go. In the dimly lit room he watched her naked body as she padded to the bathroom and closed the door.

Finally, he sat up, as well. He felt pleasantly and perfectly exhausted. It felt like he had run a marathon earlier in the day, a good sort of tired, an earned tiredness. But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Shaking his head, Falcon stood up and pulled a pair of boxers on as Grace came out of the bathroom. She began to dress, as well, and Falcon felt an odd sense of sadness as she put on her clothes. Were it up to him, she would be naked all the time.

He slipped his shirt over his head and sat on the edge of the bed as Grace continued to dress. His cellphone was buried in the pocket of his jeans, and he pulled it out and unlocked the screen and his eyes went wide when he saw how many messages he had missed.

They were all from the boss. There were eight missed calls and ten text messages.

Where are you?

We need to talk.

No one has seen you in hours, where are you?

Come back to the clubhouse ASAP

I need to speak with you now

They went on and on like that. Short, ordered missives from his boss. These were the types of calls and texts you didn’t ignore. A week ago Falcon would have never left his phone on silent; he would have jumped at the first call from his boss, but it wasn’t a week ago. Things had changed and his position in the gang had changed with them. He was done being the foot soldier that answered how high when asked to jump. He had spent too much time already being bossed around by the Screaming Eagles; he was his own man now.

“What is it?” Grace asked as she sat down next to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and Falcon didn't answer for a moment; he just relished in their closeness. But she could see his phone and she took it out of his hand and looked up at him, worried. “The boss, is that Ernie? What’s up with all these messages?”

“I guess he wants to see me,” Falcon said. His lack of caring was surprising to him. It was a new feeling to openly ignore the boss and not fear the repercussions. Falcon had his number now. He was an old man who sent young men out to die so he could become rich. Falcon didn’t care about him anymore, didn't care if the boss liked him or hated him. He had stopped caring about the boss’ opinion of him and it was a liberating feeling that he wasn’t ready to quit yet.

“You don’t have to go. The apartment bust from the other day can be enough to get you out of there. They might suspect something, Falcon. Please don’t go back there.”

“He might know something,” Falcon said thinking about the boss and his reactions to the recent events. “But he might not. And even if he does suspect, he doesn’t have any proof. If he did, they would have tracked me down by now.”

“You don’t know that,” Grace pleaded. “They aren’t the police, Falcon. They don’t need proof before they act. They might just want to make an example of you and if that’s the case, guilt and innocence have nothing to do with it.” Her green eyes were desperate as they stared up at him and it was hard for Falcon to say no to her.

“I am guilty, though,” Falcon said. He stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts in a way that made sense. “I am guilty of betraying the gang, but I’m not betraying my conscious. I’m doing the right thing. They might think it’s wrong, but I don’t care what they think and I’m not done yet. The boss, Ernie, he uses people. He chews them up and spits them out; he gets richer as the men underneath him die or get thrown in jail. This isn’t done yet. It’s done when Ernie is in handcuffs, not before.”

“Don’t turn this into a crusade, Falcon. That kind of thinking gets men killed. You did your part. You can get out now. You do not have to go back there. I can protect you.”

“I know you can,” he said and reached over and caressed her cheek and looked into her deep green eyes. “But I’m not scared of them anymore. They do not impress me or intimidate me, so I am not going to run from them. The boss might know, or he might not. The only way to find out is to go home and face the music.”

He stood up and Grace stood with him. He leaned down and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth as her hand cupped his cheek. He hated the boss at that moment. He should have been allowed this night with Grace. He had earned it. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in his arms, but he knew he wasn’t done yet.

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” she begged staring up at him. “Don’t get cocky.”

“I promise,” Falcon said. He would be careful for her and for Sophie and for himself. Despite Grace’s warning, Falcon Marks was on a crusade to bring down the Screaming Eagles and he wasn’t going to quit until the boss himself was behind bars.