Page 91 of Falcon

“About?”

“The fights. I mean, with everything everyone has been saying, I just didn’t know if you would be nervous. Joe seems to think you shouldn’t fight.”

I feel and hear him sigh heavily. “No, I’m not nervous, not in the way you may think. I’m not nervous that something will happen to me. I’m nervous, whether I like it or not, these could be my last three fights.”

“Do you really think something will happen to cause that?”

“It’s not about something happening. It’s about being smart enough to stop before something does happen. That’s what Joe and Nora keep trying to tell me, and I understand it. I really do, but I can’t back down from what I have left. Especially Braxton White. The competitor in me won’t allow it.”

“Even at the risk of causing irreparable damage?”

“I train my ass off. I study each opponent closely and I know what they do. I know the way they move. I don’t have to worry about that. I can manage three more fights.”

“What will you do when you are finally finished?”

“That’s the question I’ve been asking myself since the day I went down.”

I look up at him. “Went down?”

“During a fight last month, I took a pretty nasty roundhouse to the side of my head. I lost consciousness for a few seconds. My doctor didn’t like what the CT scan looked like after that. Thus, my decision to take some time off and go to Savannah…where I met you.”

“Don’t say it like that. I don’t like thinking about the fact you had to get hurt in order to meet me.”

“I’d be hurt ten times over and ten times worse if you were at the end of that journey.”

I could say something, and I want to, I want to say so many things, but I don’t speak. Instead, I crane my face upward and pull him down by the back of the neck to kiss my lips.

Falcon

Her lips are the softest I’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing in my entire life. She has this specific taste that borders on mint with a twist of cherry, and I can’t get enough of it.

She parts those delicious lips, offering me full access to her tongue, and I happily take full advantage, gently twisting mine around hers in a soft, seductive dance.

She moves up onto her knees and I slide my hands to grip her waist when she slides one knee over my waist and straddles my lap.

I can feel the warmth of her pussy nestled against my cock, straining painfully underneath the denim of my jeans.

Thank fuck for sundresses.

I slide my hand under the bill of the hat she’s still wearing and push it from her head, smoothing her hair back then cradling the base of her neck.

Her hands take a lazy slide down the front of my body to rest at my belt. I can feel each finger on her hand like it’s a livewire. My skin is left with stripes of goosebumps in their wake.

I walk my right hand from her hip to her thigh and slip it beneath the white fabric of her dress and caress her soft skin, inching my way upward. She tells me she wants more with a moan into my mouth and a wiggle and grind over my cock.

I hiss at the movement. “Christ…fuck.”

“Falcon, please.” She pulls my lips back to hers for another kiss.

“Please what, baby?” I slip my forefinger under the lacy fabric of her panties and explore the wet flesh hiding beneath.

“Ohhhh my God. More.” She scratches her nails along the nape of my neck. I can feel her nipples hardened into stiff peaks through her dress. They are pressing into my chest like little beads.

“More what? You’re going to have to be specific if you want something from me. You know I like to hear you.” I guide my hand farther back under so she’s essentially sitting on it with my palm pressed tightly against her mound.

“More. Everything. All of it. Anything,” she mewls against my lips.

“Tell me what you want, Faith.” I use my free hand to move her hips, guiding her body to grind against my palm.

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