I look up at the ceiling for a moment, praying my dick softens sooner rather than later. It’s currently throbbing against the zipper of my jeans, still reeling after the best orgasm I’ve had since… well since the hotel with Fallon. I glance around again to look for a towel, and find one against the far wall. I head over to grab it, and make my way back to Fallon.
She’s standing where I left her, trying to right herself in her dress. “Stop,” I murmur. Somehow, she’s got everything even more twisted than it was before. I use the towel to clean between her thick thighs, swiping the fabric delicately, hoping to get as much of my cum from her as I can so she isn’t too much of a mess.
Once that’s done, I drop the towel to theground for now and reach out, untying the bow she haphazardly placed at her waist, and open the dress. With it completely open, I get a glimpse at her full figure, something I haven’t seen completely before. When we were in the hotel, she was covered from the waist up, and earlier, I only uncovered her breasts and her pussy.
She’s beautiful. Her stomach is soft and dimpled, and a few stretch marks linger from her pregnancy. My fingers itch to reach out and trace the marks, but I don’t. I’ve wanted to see what was beneath her clothes for so long, that this feels like a dream, making my head hazy. Her hips have the perfect amount to grab onto, something I was all too happy to do mere minutes ago. I adjust her dress to cover her again and tie the bow, making sure her cleavage isn’t showing too much. Then, I reach up and fix her braid, making sure her hair isn’t too much of a mess.
Once there isn’t a single hair out of place, I slide my hands down her body, over her breasts and stomach to rest on those hips again. “There. That’s better.” Fallon winces, and I pause, realizing what I’ve said. “Not that I want you covered up, sunshine. Fuck, I wish I could unwrap you again, but that’s only for me. No one else gets to see what’s mine.”
“Yours?” she hesitantly asks. I shouldn’t have said that, because in reality, she can’t be. But my stupid brain got ahead of me. I don’t say anything, and Fallon nods. “Right,” she murmurs. “Thanks, Jason.”
I can see the look of disappointment on her face. I don’t trust my voice, so I nod, shifting my asshole demeanor back into place.
Fallon steps back, and leaves the wine cellar, her heels clicking against the tile stairs, the sound echoing with each step until it ceases all together.
When I know she’s gone, I kick at one of the walls, my irritation with myself growing. I shouldn’t have even come down here in the first place. Clearly, I can’t be trusted when it comes to Fallon Douglas. I can’t be alone with her and not lose myself in her, in that easy smile I’d do anything to be on the receiving end of.
Now that I’ve been inside of her though, I fear I’m not going to be able to hold back. Her warmth around me, her slick heat clenching around my cock with each thrust? Fuck, it’s enough to make me nearly finish in my pants, something that clearly wasn’t able to happen before.
I give myself time to wallow in my irritation with myself, because I let her walk away. While cleaning myself up, I realize something huge. I didn’t use a condom. Fuck, do I even have condoms? If I do, they'll surely be expired. I need to talk to Fallon, apologize for my carelessness. I take a deep breath before heading back up the stairs to rejoin the real world.
When I make it up the stairs, Josie is standing at the bar, talking with Laila and Nora. She spots me, and a devilish grin appears on her face. That little shit.
“Hey, big brother,” she says with a smile when I approach.
“Josie,” I greet.
“Did you find Fallon?” she asks, her face a mask of total innocence.
“Nope,” I lie, avoiding all eye contact and glancing around the room. I find myself unintentionally looking for her, and snap my eyes back to the bar, to anything but the beautiful girl with the honey blonde hair and green eyes that suck me in without even trying.
“Hmm. I could have sworn I saw you follow her into the wine cellar, but maybe I was wrong.”
“You were wrong,” I say through gritted teeth.
“You know it’s not a bad thing if you and Fallon… explore whatever is between you, right?” Josie states, already striding away from me.
I try not to let my thoughts stray, knowing I can’t get into this right now. “What’s up?” I ask Nora and Laila as I step behind the bar.
Laila raises her pierced eyebrow at me. “I have no idea. You told me to come here for a meeting. Is there a meeting?”
From the corner of my eye I spot Fallon talking to a client. She has a sweet smile on her face. She nods along to something she says, and I rip my gaze from her. I need to stop searching for her in every room.
“Hey, boss?” Nora’s voice thankfully distracts me.
I turn to her and respond, “Yeah?”
“Not to be… rude, but, what are we doing here?”
I raise my brow. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs. “Well, we could have met at the brewery if you wanted to have a meeting. We have a really good system now for the events, and we don’t have to meet here for meetings.” Her eyes widen as something else occurs to her. “Unless of course you want to, then that’s fine. You know what? Forget I said anything.” Nora’s cheeks heat in embarrassment.
“Nora, you’re fine,” I tell her. “I guess I have been wanting to make sure this transition is going well.”
Laila, ever the instigator, feigns a coughing spell. “Fallon,” she says through her fake cough.
Nora’s brows raise. “Ohhh, I see.”
