Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
More exciting.
Even so…I’ve never enjoyed it more than I do now.
Her lips are perfect, and she’s not the best I’ve ever had in terms of technique, but that doesn’t matter, because…
Because…
Because it’s her.
It’s Savannah.
And I…
Fuck.
It’s ridiculous, what I’m feeling. It’s surreal. Unreal. Illogical.
But it’s there, and I can no longer deny it.
I love her.
I love Savannah Gallo.
And that’s why I’ll do anything.
Any-fucking-thing.
Anything to protect her. To keep her safe.
I’ll maim, kill, commit arson.
Burn the whole fucking state of Texas down for this woman.
This woman whose lips are sucking my cock.
This woman who—
“Fuck, Vannah!”
I explode down her throat, grabbing the sides of her head and pumping my hips upward.
She doesn’t miss a beat.
She swallows.
Swallows me. Takes me in.
And I can’t hold it back any longer.
“I love you, Savannah. I fucking love you.”
26
SAVANNAH
I’ve never swallowed before. Always hated the thought.
But this time I go with the feeling. I don’t think. I want to take care of Falcon. Give him something I’ve never given another.
So I swallow. Let him inside me in a different way.
“I love you, Savannah. I fucking love you.”
I gasp. Except I don’t. My mouth is full of cock.
Did I hear the words? The words I’ve been aching to say to him?
Does he love me?
I wait for the contractions of his cock to stop before I move my mouth from him.
His eyes are closed and his teeth clenched. He’ll relax in a moment, but for now, he’s still caught up in the climax.
And I’m caught up in his words.
What if he said them in the heat of the moment? What if he regrets them? What if—
“Fuck, Savannah.”
I move forward and push the hair off his sweaty forehead. “It’s okay.”
“I wanted to…”
“I know. But I was being selfish. This isn’t all about me.” I caress his face. “You’re in this as much as I am, Falcon. Thank you for helping me see that.”
“No one will harm you,” he says, his jaw still clenched. “No one will ever touch one hair on that pretty head of yours. Not while I’m breathing.”
I draw in a breath.
His words are beautiful. Caring. Protecting.
But they’re not a declaration of love.
It was the heat of the moment, nothing more.
I curl into his arms. I want to hear the words again. Desperately. But now I’m going to take what I need. Comfort in his arms. In his mere presence.
Falcon Bellamy represents so much more than strength.
He’s compassion.
He’s protection.
He’s armor for me in this moment.
And I wrap myself in him.
Morning comes more quickly than I expect. I slept soundly in Falcon’s arms, but when my eyes open, he’s gone.
I find him out front with the dogs. He put up a makeshift fence with garden netting between what look like wooden stakes to keep Sammy from running off. Sydney’s a good girl and comes when she’s called, but Sammy’s a pup. He needs to learn.
He’s sitting on the stoop drinking a mug of coffee.
“Morning,” I say.
He turns. “Hey. There’s coffee.”
“Yeah. I’ll get a cup.”
I return a moment later with a mug of the steaming coffee.
“What next?” I ask, taking a seat next to him.
“I already got a phone call this morning. I need to go in for questioning about Abel’s death.”
I swallow. “It’s just questioning.”
“That’s what they’re saying, anyway.” He takes a sip from his mug. “I’ve got our attorney meeting me there. It’s all good.”
It’s not all good.
None of this should be happening. It’s all on me.
“I’ll go with you,” I say.
“No, Vannah. I want you here. Where you’re safe.”
I squeeze his hand. “I’m safest with you.”
“I’ve got security on you. My father arranged it. We’re being watched twenty-four-seven.”
“Oh.”
I neglected to tell Falcon that my father said he’d get security on me as well.
I’m surprised I haven’t gotten the third degree about why I’m staying at Falcon Bellamy’s place.
Then again…
My father keeps tabs on me. He probably already knew I was… Seeing? Dating? Sleeping with? Falcon Bellamy.
He didn’t mention it.
How could he? He was ready to marry me off at eighteen. He doesn’t have the normal feelings a father has for a daughter. I’m a commodity in his world.
I’ve no doubt that he loves me, but he’s a product of his environment.
We all are.
I am.
And so is Falcon.
And his environment for the last eight years has been prison.
I take a sip of coffee and lean into Falcon’s hard body.
I’m not sure I have any strength left, but on the off chance I do, I want to give it to him.
He’ll need it.
27
FALCON
I was in a sterile room a lot like this one when I told a police detective that I wanted to plead guilty to manslaughter in the death of Jaden Perez.
He was young, only twenty-six years old to my twenty-two, and he was out hunting mule deer in the brush adjacent to the Bellamy property. He was also a cop—a rookie—and besides child molesters and rapists, there’s nothing Texas hates more than cop killers.