Smolder: Trojans MC (72 page)

Chapter Forty-Six

As police and firefighters and paramedics raced around him, Falcon was left with nothing to do. He had a moment of realization where he knew he could leave if he wanted to. He could get on Grace’s bike behind the dumpster and go. She would never report it stolen; he could go anywhere he wanted, be anyone he wanted.

But all he wanted was her. He might not have to leave right at that moment. He could still have a few more moments with her, maybe one last night. He could have one last chance to be with her and savor every moment and every taste. The scene was quickly being cleared and Grace walked over to him before too long.

“We did well. There are a few still out there, a few bikers who weren’t at the clubhouse when the raid started. But we think they’ll scatter to the wind; there’s not enough out there to offer protection. Hopefully they’ll go their own way, maybe even go straight.”

“Maybe,” Falcon said. But he knew what she was really saying. He had to leave, it wasn’t safe enough for him to stay in California any longer. “Now what? Do they want you to see a doctor?”

“Nah,” she said with a smirk. “Just a couple of bumps and bruises, nothing too bad.” The state of her told a different story, her face was swelling with purple bruises and she had a cut below her eye.

“We should get you home, then,” he said.

He wasn’t sure how she was going to respond and he held his breath, but she just smiled at him and nodded. There was only the clean up crew left as the last of the squad cars pulled out of the parking lot. There was yellow police tape flapping in the wind and the sun sat low on the horizon as Falcon and Grace left the crime scene behind them.

Grace’s bike was singed from the flames of the dumpster fire, but was otherwise unharmed. Falcon got on first and Grace sat down behind him. He gave one last look at the clubhouse, at the place he had considered a home so many times. It was nothing more than an empty shell now. The people who have lived there were gone, never to come back. Someday it would be just another ruin like the dilapidated house behind it.

She winced as she sat down behind him, but then she wrapped her arms around him and he drove them home. He drove slowly, going easy over potholes and bumps. He pulled up to her house and he helped her inside. He walked her to her bathroom and sat her down on the edge of the tub.

Now it was Falcon who took a wet washcloth over the cuts on her face. He bandaged up her swollen eye and he checked her ribs to make sure they weren’t broken. She was shaking a little bit. Falcon took her hands in his and kissed the palm of her right and then her left hand. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead and she smiled at him and sniffed a little bit.

“I’m all right,” she said with a smile. “Just a little shook up.”

“It was a pretty rough morning. But you should be excited,” Falcon said. “You just destroyed a very big, very prominent gang. You got drugs of the street and criminals in jail. They’re gonna have a parade in your honor.”

She laughed and Falcon let go of her hand and began to gently wrap gauze around her torn and bleeding knuckles. “I don’t think they’ll go that far,” she said.

“You still don’t look very happy,” he said. “Did you not get enough evidence or something.”

“No, we got a ton of evidence. They’re still bagging and tagging it. The DA is thrilled; he said the boss is looking at life in prison, death penalty if he decides to fight it and go to trial.”

“So what is the problem?”

“I guess we’re done,” she said. “This is really it. The Screaming Eagles are destroyed and there’s nothing left for us to do. It’s over and I guess...I don’t know. I don’t feel happy; I feel kind of let down.”

“Why?”

“Because this investigation was the thing that brought us together. It’s the only reason I met you and it’s the only reason we started hooking up, and now it’s over and soon you’ll have to leave.”

“How soon?” His stomach dropped as he asked, he both did and didn’t want to know.

“Very soon,” she said quietly. “Honestly, I shouldn’t have kept you this long. We could have moved you a week ago, but I put it off. I said you weren’t well enough yet. I told them we weren’t done yet. But I can’t keep putting it off any longer.”

Falcon nodded and looked away from her, not knowing what to say.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Grace said.

Falcon nodded and left the room, walking into the kitchen alone to pour himself a large glass of whiskey.

“Drink?” he asked Grace when she was done with her shower.

She was wearing sweatpants and a white tank top and he wet hair was pulled back into a messy bun. “Yes, please,” she answered.

He held her hand when she walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t far, barely more than ten seconds, but it felt good to hold her hand. It was dusk and outside the sky was a bruised blue and black color.

Falcon and Grace stood at the counter of her kitchen and he reached to the cabinet above her refrigerator and pulled down a bottle of whiskey. He couldn’t help but smile; why was it always the cabinet of the fridge where the booze was kept. Falcon had kept his in the same place.

He poured them each a glass and moved out to Grace’s back patio. There were Adirondack chairs on a stone deck that was set into the earth. It faced a thin forest and they could see the last remaining rays of the sun as they poured up from the western skyline.

Falcon moved his chair next to Grace’s as she winced and lowered herself down. She had two pills in her pocket and she swallowed them both with the whiskey. “I never listen when doctors tell you not to mix your medication with booze,” she said with a shake of her head and crooked smile.

“Doctors,” Falcon joked. “What do they know?”

They fell into a comfortable silence as the stars, one-by-one, blinked to life above them.

“Where do you think they’ll send me?” Falcon asked.

“I don’t know,” Grace said, choking back tears. “Probably somewhere very far away.”

Falcon reached over and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. He held on afterward, feeling her warmth as it spread to him. “You know, I was just thinking that no where on earth could be as beautiful as California, but then I realized I’ve never really been anywhere else. I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. I still don’t,” Falcon said as he finished his drink with one heavy sip.

“I’m sorry, Falcon,” Grace said shaking her head.

“It’s not your fault,” Falcon said, squeezing his hand. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that I’m leaving and Sophie isn’t the only reason I want to stay.”

“What’s the other reason?”

“You,” he answered. “I don’t want to leave you. I’m never going to meet anyone who’s as smart and sexy and strong as you. I know that now. Grace,” he said, turning to face her, “I love you.” He looked into her green eyes as a beautiful smile spread across her face.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I love you, too.”

“I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you, too.”

Falcon leaned over to her and took her cheek gently in his hand; he kissed her deeply and sweetly beneath the stars.

“Come to bed,” she said to him, looking up into his eyes.

Falcon nodded and together they walked inside.

Chapter Forty-Seven

They kept the lights off. It was such a jarring transition from their morning of gunfights and death, but Falcon appreciated the dark and quiet nature of her bedroom. He stood next to Grace and helped her out of her shirt; she winced as she raised her arms above her head, and Falcon kissed her on her shoulders when her arms came down.

She kicked off her sweatpants and was left in nothing but a black thong. Falcon caressed her ass and her thigh with his hand, running his fingers over her smooth and perfect skin. Then, he swooped her up in his arms, cradling her as he carried her to the bed. She giggled at first, but when he gently lowered her onto the mattress she smiled and looked up at him, bringing her hand up to his cheek and resting it there.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. He didn’t yet touch her; he was terrified of hurting her. He knew she was tough and strong, but she was still only human and she had been through a lot these last couple of days. But she was less shy. As they kissed she buried her hands in his hair, grabbing on tightly when he gently bit her lower lip.

Falcon stood up off the bed and quickly removed his own shirt and pants and he climbed into bed next to her. He laid on his back and she came over and rested on his chest, her fingers running up and down his taut stomach and shoulders. She was raking his skin gently with her nails and goose bumps were spreading across his skin from her touch.

He leaned over and kissed her as he began to massage her breasts. He wanted to touch and kiss and lick every part of her. He wanted to remember their every moment together so that when he was in Montana or Mississippi or wherever they sent him he could relive these moments.

“Yes,” Grace sighed as she arched her back making her breasts even more prominent. Falcon continued to kiss and caress them as she fell back to the bed. “I love you,” she whispered as he made his way to her neck and kissed her softly before licking her collarbone and biting down gently right at the nape of her neck. She dug her fingers into his back as she shuddered from his touch and whispered the word yes over and over again.

Falcon slipped into bed next her and hovered over her. His fingers teased with the edges of her thong as he slipped underneath it and gently stroked his fingers up and down her skin without going inside. She moaned in pleasure and arched her hips trying to urge him inside, but he held himself back

He pulled his hand out and began to stroke her over the thin fabric of her thong and she moaned in frustration. He was massaging her breasts and kissing her neck until she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to her mouth where she greedily kissed him. She slipped her tongue under and over his and sucked on his lower lip and his cock grew.

He was already hard. His blood was pounding and some animal part of him was ready for her, right then and there. Just lying down next to her made him hard and touching her only made him want her more. She was so beautiful and so good in bed. It wasn’t fair. If only she had been a good cop but a bad lover, if only she had been smart, but ugly. But, no, Falcon wasn’t going to be so lucky. Grace was hot and smart and sexy and fantastic in bed; she was everything he had ever wanted.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it. He had one last night with Grace and he didn’t want to ruin it by focusing on the future he would have without her. He wanted to be present, to be in the here and now with her. He wanted to focus on every detail, every muscle twitch, every gasp and sigh, every movement from her beautiful body.

He moved down the bed and settled himself between her legs. He leaned over and he kissed her breasts and then kissed his way down her stomach. He kissed her sensitive inner thigh and he felt her shudder with pleasure when his tongue touched skin. She moaned loudly as Falcon slipped his tongue inside of her. He knew where her clit was, but he was in no rush. He slipped his tongue over her in long, lazy, slow strokes.

“Falcon, yes that feels so good,’ Grace moaned. She arched her back up off the bed as his tongue slipped slowly over her clit and then came back for more. Her hands were wrapped up in his hair and she was almost sobbing from how good it was. “Yes, yes. Falcon please,” she whispered. She was wet, ready for him.

He could sense and taste how close she was to coming. A little attention to her clit and she would be pushed over the edge, but he didn’t want her to go over the edge yet. He wanted her to stay on this side as long as he could.

He felt her body tense beneath his and then he stroked her again and she tensed even more before he stopped. She gasped and her eyes flung open and she looked at him in confusion as he came up and kissed his way up her body.

“I want you to wait for me,” he whispered into her ear as he kissed and nibbled on her neck. She let out a low moan of frustration, but he knew there was nothing she could do. He lay down next to her and her hand snaked low and she began to gently stroke his cock, her fingers taking the shaft and then slowly travelling over the head, making him moan loudly with her every gesture.

She nibbled on his shoulder and kissed his neck as her fingers continued to work their magic. Her hands on him felt wonderful and Falcon could have easily let himself go with her touch alone. But he wanted to come inside her. He wanted his cock buried in her when he came; he wanted Grace wrapped up in his arms.

Falcon pulled her hand off him and kissed her. He moved so he was kneeling between her legs and drew his finger up her wet center as she shuddered and whispered his name. He reached into her bedside table and found a condom which he tore open and rolled over his hard cock.

She lifted her knees and he gently pushed himself inside of her. The sensation of her tight wet body around him was almost too much and he groaned loudly as she took all of him in. He sunk deep into her and then pulled all the way before pushing himself inside of her again. Grace was splayed out beneath him, her breasts heaving and her face flushed. She looked sublimely beautiful.

He moved his hand and began to gently stroke her and he watched as she gasped and pleasure spread through her body. There was something about the way her body reacted to his touch that drove Falcon crazy. She didn’t hide anything or hold anything back; she wasn’t shy or embarrassed; she was perfect.

“Falcon, yes,” she whispered. He slowed his strokes down, matching the slow pace of his fingers with the slow pace of his thrusts as he worked inside of her. He took his time. He held himself back moving slowly in and out of her as his pleasure grew.

“Oh God, Falcon. Yes!” Grace whispered as her hands ran up and down his chest and over his shoulders. “Oh. That feels so good.” But still he made her wait. He was barely touching her, his fingers just the ghost of a touch as forced her to wait.

She was moaning and crying out beneath him, writhing against him for a stronger touch. She grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss as he continued to thrust into her.

He was close, so close; any movement from her would push him over the edge. He knew she was close, too, but he was still making her wait, teasing out her orgasm as long as he could.

“Falcon, please, I’m so close,” she whimpered as she moved her hips to match his thrusts.

He looked down and took all of her in, her face, her body her breasts, the sight of his cock as it pushed into her and then he was gone. He gave one final long, deep stroke to her clit and Grace screamed his name as her orgasm crashed over them. Her body convulsed around him and it pushed Falcon over the edge and with a final moan and a few more thrusts and Falcon was spent.

He stayed inside of her for a moment after they were done. They were both panting for breath, but Grace was smiling up at him as her hand caressed his chest. Finally, he pulled himself out of her and flopped down on the bed. He took off the condom and tossed it into the trash as Grace turned on her side and he pulled her close.

He kissed her shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she said, leaning back against him.

He was spent and exhausted and there was a beautiful woman in his arms. He gave out a long sigh and pulled her closed. Her body was warm and it felt so right to lie with her like this. Their bodies fit together too well. It was like God had made them for each other. They were perfect together; it was the rest of the world that was the problem. But Falcon was here with her now, and that was enough – it had to be.