Chapter 51: Chapter 51

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - O N E

Falcone threw me on my back.

"Baby," I exclaimed. “I wasn’t done.”

"You got a time limit up there, Sweet Pea," he groaned as he slammed his cock into me. "You can't bring it home; I'll handle it."

This was correct. Falcone let the top go for a time. Then dad stopped permitting it if I couldn't "bring it home."

Like right now. Now he was pulling up my leg, keeping it high with his bicep behind my knee, arm wrapped around, hand warm on my inner thigh, and lifting up with his other hand in the bed, arm straight.

Then I noticed his head dip to investigate our connection, his eyes hot and his face yearning. He was pleased with what he was seeing.

I got a strong pre-orgasm vibe just watching him.

Then he did that thing with his hips that I really, really enjoyed, and he started pounding into me again.

"Falcone," I murmured, my hand slipping down, my fingers parting over his pulsing cock, feeling our connection, the power he wielded over me. Beautiful. Wet. Hard. Hot.

His gaze returned to mine, and he did that thing with his hips again, my neck arched, and I approached.

Falcone followed suit not long after.

He let go of my leg, and his heat and weight poured over me. I enthusiastically accepted it, wrapping all four limbs around him.

I slid my nose down his shoulder while his face was in my neck.

He smelled so delicious.

His lips touched my ear. He mumbled, "Got shit to do, honey."

It was early morning. The morning following the girl posse's meeting of minds. He vowed to handle me with care the next morning.

"All right," I said quietly.

Even if he had other things to do, thank you ma'am, this wasn't first thing in the morning nookie, slam bam. He placed his mouth on mine and gave me three gentle kisses before nipping my bottom lip.

However, I like it when he did it.

So much so that as he began to slide off of me, I followed suit and rolled with him until I was straddling him on top of the bed with my forearms in the bed, my breasts touching his chest, and my hair framing both of our faces.

He held my hip with one of his hands while holding my hair around my neck with the other.

"Gia," he murmured.

I totally loved my name, thank Heavens.

I raised my hand to his face, running my thumb over his brow, cheekbone, to where his dimple would be if he smiled, then across his lips, and he let me do it, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Do you promise to treat me with respect?"

" My heart was beating as I murmured.

His hand on my hip wrapped around my waist, drawing me down to him, and his hand on my neck did the same, bringing our faces within a breath of each other.

"Promise," he said back.

“Swear? " I shoved.

"I swear, baby."

"You had a hand up, Falcone," I said.

"Gia, I dropped it a while ago."

Shit. He had. He absolutely had.

I nodded and bowed my head the quarter inch required to bring my lips to his. His arms tightened, he threw me to my back, and my lip contact turned into a long, hard, wet, and amazing kiss.

"You simply gave me you?" he questioned, raising his head.

"I'm going to try," I said.

"All I can ask, Sweet Pea," he whispered as he repeated the triple contact with his lips, denied me the sip, and said, "We're going out tonight."

Oh, yes. That appealed to me.

“Okay.”

"Dress sweetly for me, sweetie," he said.

"OK," I said again.

He grinned down at me, his dimples showing, and I received a late nibble on my bottom lip.

Nice.

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"Babe," Falcone said as he answered the phone.

It was early afternoon, and I'd had two days of nonstop work without the freezer full of frozen Twix bars screaming my name, firebombs, drive-bys, or commandos installing security systems. I was getting ahead of myself. I had another author email me her files, but the deadline was far away, so work was steady, I was in the clear, and my bills for that month were going to be fantastic.

"My insurance man phoned," I said into the phone, strolling to the window and peering out at the not-so-appealing scrub, hardscrabble, and slightly appealing small-river-maybe-large-creek flowing past. "I'll meet him at my place."

“When? " Falcone inquired.

"Three," I said.

Falcone said, "I'll send one of my lads."

"Thanks, sweetie," I said quietly; he didn't answer, so I continued. "May I inquire about tonight?" ”

"How about it?"

"Is it a night for a tiny black dress and heels?" A glittering shirt with jeans on a night out? Or a night in a t-shirt and motorcycle boots? ”

"Do you have motorcycle boots?"

"No, but there are thousands of Harley Davidson outlets in and around Manila.  Perhaps your guy might accompany me on a pit stop."

"Thousands?" he inquired, appearing to smile.

"Perhaps a million,"

I heard a deep, male chuckle.

"Babe, I'm not huge on a woman with motorcycle boots," he says.

"OK, that's out," I murmured, eliciting another chuckle.

"Somewhere between a dress, heels, a shirt, and boots." Does that work for you? " he eventually replied.

"Yes," I said, then exclaimed, "Oh! Melinda called. She wants to have dinner but can't make it at their place because clean up has just begun, so she asked if we wanted to meet them at Rock Bottom Pub."

"Call Ramona and ask her to check the schedule and give you my parents' phone number," he instructed.

"What's your parents' phone number?" " I inquired.

"They liked your parents and will want to come."

As my vision blurred, I lost sight of the brush, hardscrabble, and small-river-maybe-large-creek. This was because it was one thing for our parents to be forced together in an out-of-control family drama with cleavers and tears, but it was quite another to plan a meeting of the parents as if it were any other supper.

“Gia? " he said.

“What? " I said.

"I thought I had lost you."

“I’m here.”

"OK, then contact Ramona."

“’Kay.”

I got that out, but I couldn't say anything else. My mystery guy knew my parents, I knew his, and he wanted me to set up a meet the parents dinner despite the fact that we'd previously met each other's parents, not to mention they'd met each other, and we were virtually living together.

As a result, it suddenly dawned on me that I was freaking the fuck out.

And this was because he stated if I gave him me, he'd discover I'm a gem.

But he may also discover that I wasn't what he was looking for.

But partly I was terrified because I had just discovered how badly I wanted to be what he desired. I aspired to be treasure. As in, really.

"Gia," he said again, little impatiently.

Oh no! I was making him antsy!

“What?

" I said.

"How are you?”

That was something I couldn't tell him.

"Um..." I paused before continuing.

Falcone remained mute. He then sighed, another sign of frustration.

Shit!

"Gia, baby," he softly whispered. "What exactly did I promise you?" ”

I shut my eyes. He'd assured me that he'd treat me with respect no matter what. And I assumed Yago "Falcone" Cabrera was the type of man who fulfilled his promises.

"Sorry," I said quietly, then added, "Don't mind me." Minor panic attack. It happens."

"Babe," he said, sounding little amused now.

"Babe," he said, sounding little amused now.

“Falcone?" I was still hushed.

“Yeah? ”

"It happens a lot," I said, sucking in my breath.

"What, no shit?"  he said, clearly amused and not in the least.

I exhaled deeply.

Let's go on!

"Don't you have something to do?"

"Beating unbelievers into submission, shitlike that?" I inquired.

"What do you suppose I do for a living, Sweet Pea?"

"Well," I began. "You travel in your supersonic aircraft to hot, humid, tropical, war-torn places and carry out your tasks as a soldier for hire, which includes blowing up bridges and beating unbelievers into submission."

"Hard to accomplish that and come home in time to take you out to supper," he observed.

"Your plane is supersonic, Falcone," I told him.

I grinned relievedly into the phone and listened as he broke out laughing.

"Babe, I had a supersonic aircraft, your ass would be on it, I'd take you to a hot, humid, tropical nation but just so you could spend the days in a bikini and I could fuck you on the beach," he stated when he was done laughing.

Oh. Wow.

"Your daydreams are far superior to mine," I said.

"This stuff gets done, Gia, that won't be a dream," he said as I took in another breath only to be met with silence.

Nice