Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Will do. I don’t want to call too often, though.”
“I understand. Take it easy.”
“You too, brother.” The call ends.
“Good news?” Savannah asks.
I nod. “Raven’s okay. Her bloodwork came back. She’s still in remission. Her white cell count is only up because of a virus.”
Savannah heaves a sigh. “I’m so glad, Falcon.”
“You and me both, Vannah.” I pause and look at the phone in my hand. “We can’t use this phone very often, but I do need to call Leif.”
“Please,” she says. “I’m serious. I don’t want you bothering him with trying to find Vinnie.”
“He’s our best shot, Savannah.”
She sighs again. “All right. But Kelly is never going to forgive me.”
“I’ll give Leif the choice. If he can’t do it, I’m sure he knows others who can.”
She frowns. “How many others do we want knowing about this?”
“They won’t know. Leif won’t tell anyone why he’s looking for Vinnie. And he certainly won’t tell anyone about us or where we are.”
She nods then. “All right.”
“But Savannah, what makes you think your brother might know anything about this? He left the family.”
“Yes, but he was the firstborn son. Things were shared with him that were never shared with Michael and me. Which is probably why he left the family.”
I look deep into her eyes. “Savannah, do you really think he’ll know anything? Or do you just want to find your brother?”
She gnaws on her lip.
“I will help you find your brother. No questions asked. But if he’s not a good source for this…”
“He may not be,” she says. “But I don’t know who else to ask. My father won’t tell me. I can’t get in touch with him anyway, because then he’ll know where I am.”
“I see your point. So it’s either find Vinnie or try to figure out how to get the information some other way.”
“Exactly,” she says, “and I honestly don’t know how to get it without asking Leif to hack into something.”
“Yeah, I know a hacker, but like I said, we don’t want anyone else to know about this other than the people who already do—Leif and Hawk.”
“Right.”
“I have sophisticated equipment here in the safe house. But I’m no hacker.”
“Neither am I,” she says.
“Tell you what,” I say. “We’re going to have some breakfast, and then we’re going to have a workout session.”
She frowns. “Yeah, there’s something you should know about me and exercise.”
“You hate it?”
She looks down at her feet. “I’d say hate is too weak a word.”
“Too bad how sad, Savannah. I’m going to get you into shape. But first…” I slide on top of her, my cock hard and ready. “First, I’m going to make love with you.”
A soft sigh leaves her throat, and her eyes close.
I slide my cock into her wet heat, slowly this time.
She’s already wet, and though I’d have liked to take my time with her, give her some awesome foreplay, all I could think about was getting into her hot cunt.
I stay embedded inside her for a moment, relishing her tightness, her sweetness, her complete perfection.
Then I pull out and push back in.
Another sigh escapes her, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
God, her touch.
Just her fingertips on my flesh can get me moving.
I pull back, push back in once more.
But then I go crazy.
Definitely time to fuck her.
So I thrust back in, in, and…
I’m coming, coming inside her sweetness.
I stay there, empty myself inside her, and then I pull back out. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I want you to come, Savannah.”
She slides her fingers between her legs. “I can take care of that.”
I’m breathing heavily, panting like a dog. “God, you drive me crazy when you play with yourself.”
“This won’t take long, Falcon.”
“I’d like to help you along.” I clamp my lips around one nipple.
She arches her back, groaning.
“Your nipples are so sweet,” I say. “Like ripe blueberries.”
I suck on her nipples, finger the other one, as she rubs her pussy.
The sighs from her throat, the moans, the groans…
“Yes,” she says. “Suck them. Please.”
I heed her words, until —
“Yes,” she says on a soft sigh.
She rubs her clit fiercely, and even though I’m not inside her, not even so much as a finger, I feel her climax.
It jolts through me as if I’m having another.
As if we’re connected on some visceral level.
I drop her nipple, squeeze her breasts, kiss her lips, shove my tongue into her mouth.
And as she groans into me, finishing her climax, I swear to God I fly along with her.
We lie for a moment in each other’s arms until she rolls away, heads to the bathroom, and returns a few moments later.
“I could go for a cup of coffee,” she says.
“Your wish is my command.”
We put on the robes that we wore last night, and both of us pad out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
I start a pot of coffee while Savannah hunts through the refrigerator, pulling out a carton of eggs.