Page 94 of Falcon

“I’m not nervous per se, I’m just a little unsure about how everything is going to go. I’ve only dipped my toes into your life. Tonight and tomorrow, I will be diving in headfirst. In the deep end. No lifeguard on duty.” I lean my head against his chest, not caring he’s still sweaty. In fact, I have to forcefully keep myself from sliding my tongue along his salty skin.

“Good thing I would never let you drown.” I feel his thumb and forefinger gently grip my chin, and then he pulls my face up so I can see his eyes. “You believe me, don’t you?”

I don’t even have to think before I nod my head, because I do believe him. I believe him…and I trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else in my life.

“Then don’t stop now.” He closes the distance between us and seals his lips over mine in a tender kiss.

I slide my arms around his neck and sink deeper into him. I don’t even care if anyone is around. He’s all I see right now.

“I knew I could find you down here. I just didn’t know it would be with the flavor of the day.”

I pull away to see a very well-endowed in the chest region blonde standing a few feet away.

Falcon whips around after grimacing just a bit. I’m not sure why he is, but it was there. I saw it all over his face.

“Jennifer. I can’t say I’m shocked to see you here,” he says to her. He pulls me closer to him; an act that doesn’t go unnoticed by the woman I now know is Jennifer.

Jennifer…the one who texted his phone when we were in Savannah.

My stomach instantly turns. The text said she wanted his cock.

Have they slept together? Or does she just want to?

“Well, you know I come to all of the fights, silly. My dad insists actually. He likes me to be around when I can.” She gives her hair a nice, stereotypical flip.

“Well, you have your pick of equipment out here. We’re finished.” He takes my hand and starts to walk around her.

“Oh, Falcy, you know which piece of equipment I want right now.”

With that, I can’t stop myself from speaking. “Wow.” It’s out of character for me, something I would never do, but the words just tumble out. “Does that kind of thing work for you?”

“What kind of thing?” she asks. “And who are you exactly?”

“The over the top, overtly sexual trashy aura you exude. Surely you have more respect for yourself than that.” I slide my hand from Falcon’s and then wrap my arm around his waist. “I’m Faith.”

She steps closer and with the most disgusting grin I’ve ever seen in my life. “Ask him if it works. He had me bent over the sink in his dressing room last month.”

Cold chills run over my skin and my stomach whirls with jealousy.

“That’s enough, Jennifer. Jesus fucking Christ.” He tries to tug me. “Let’s go, baby.”

I don’t say a thing, I just give her face one last glace before I whip around and stalk out of the gym, tugging myself out of his touch.

***

I cross my arms over my chest when I step back into the air-conditioned lobby. It sends a chill over my sweaty, overheated body.

I don’t have to look back to know that Falcon stayed back a little longer than I did, saying something to Jennifer. I don’t feel him behind me. It’s not until I step onto the elevator and turn around to press the button for our floor that I see him sprinting through the lobby toward me.

“Faith!” he calls out, just as the doors close and all I see is my reflection in the golden steel.

I don’t know why I’m behaving like such a brat right now, but I just need to be by myself, just for a few minutes.

What Jennifer said really sank into my heart and made me tremble with how jealous I am. I have never experienced an emotion like this before. Anger? Sure. Fear? Absolutely. Pure, black, ugly jealousy? Never.

And I am glad I haven’t because I hate it.

It crawls up over your skin and sinks into every pore. It’s a feeling I’d never wish on anyone…well, except her.

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