Page 45 of Can’t Let You Go (Ivy Ridge #3)

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Fallon. I fucking love your body. Your hips, your stomach, your breasts, god , you’re incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it,” I say with such conviction. I hope she knows how incredibly serious I am.

Fallon sighs, looking away from my eyes. “I… I hate my stretch marks. I hate the way my body looks sometimes. I didn’t used to have them.”

“They’re beautiful,” I tell her the truth. “Your body has done incredible things. You know that, right?”

She nods. “I do, but it’s hard to reconcile that with the body I have now. Some days, I love my body. I love what it’s given me, but some days, it’s hard. It didn’t help, the way Brad spoke about my body, about me. He said some nasty things that are hard for me to shut out of my brain.”

“Can I show you?” I ask.

“Show me?”

“Yes. Can I show you how incredible your body is, and how incredible it can make you feel?”

Fallon nods, giving me the permission I needed. God, I can’t wait to show her how beautiful she is. I’ll spend every day making sure she knows. That she can see how truly I love her figure, the dips of her hips, the softness of her belly, the heaviness of her breasts.

“Show me,” she pleads, shifting her hips and cupping my cheeks in her hands.

“Gladly, sunshine.” I move between her open thighs, running my hands up and down her soft skin.

I lean forward, one hand resting on the bed above her right shoulder, while the other grips my cock.

I slide my length between her pussy, soaking the tip and settling it at her entrance. “Jesus, you’re soaked,” I murmur.

I push in my cock enough to make both of us gasp at the pressure. She’s so fucking tight. She’s going to strangle me.

I slide in a few more inches, giving her more of me, letting her take me. She sighs once I’m seated inside her, my hips flush with her skin. My free hand reaches up, squeezing one of her breasts as I bend down, taking her mouth with mine. “You feel like a dream, Fallon.”

She gasps into my mouth and rocks her hips. Her legs rise, wrapping around my waist, pulling me even deeper inside. Her walls clench as I start to rock.

I thrust into my girl, knowing that’s what she is now, loving the way she responds to each thrust and movement. Her body is made for me.

“More,” she keens, digging her heels into my back, urging me in and out of her body.

I pump my hips, giving her what she needs, and kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, all the way to her breasts.

I suck on her skin, leaving little marks in my wake.

I want her to bear my marks, want to have it known that I’m the one who did this.

I need to have her perfect skin covered with the marks my mouth leaves behind.

I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and pulling, giving it the gentlest of tweaks with my teeth. Then, I reach between us, already knowing I’m not going to last long. The familiar ache in my balls tingles, a surefire warning I’m going to come sooner rather than later.

I flick at her clit, loving her reactions as she squeezes around me.

I’d love to give her one more orgasm, but at this rate, I’m not so sure I’ll be able to make it.

She’s clenching so hard around me, I’m having trouble keeping a steady pace.

My hips stutter and shake as I try to maintain some sort of rhythm.

“Come, Jason,” Fallon begs. “I want you to come inside me. Fill me up.”

Her words set me off like a firework. My sight blurs, and all-consuming pleasure takes over my body as my cock jerks, spurting cum inside her like she wanted.

I cum so much that it drips out of her cunt, leaking onto the bed sheets as I thrust a few more times, giving into the last few moments of hazy pleasure.

Completely wrung out, I slowly pull my cock from her weeping pussy, watching our combined releases dripping from her.

“Fuck,” I groan, watching it slowly drip onto the mattress.

Watching her drip with my cum is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, especially when she clenches, giving me even more of a show.

I drop onto the bed beside her, pulling her into me.

We’re both breathing heavily, but I’m kissing her everywhere, touching her, stroking her soft skin and giving her all of my attention.

Fallon pulls the blanket up around us, and I know we can’t go back to sleep, but god, it sounds so good right now.

To fall asleep holding her, after what we did? A dream.

“How do you feel?” I ask her. I need to know that was as good for her as it was for me. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you another orgasm.”

She chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. I open my eyes to see her own glassy green eyes looking at me with mirth. “I did come again, but you were too lost in your own orgasm,” she admits. “But Jason, that was incredible. I feel so good, so… loved.”

“That was my goal,” I tell her, squeezing her into me. “I know we talked about it briefly at the winery, and you said you had an implant, but I wanted you to know, I haven’t been with anyone in five years. I haven’t wanted to. Not until you.”

Fallon shifts in my arms so she can see my face clearly. “Really?”

“Really.” I shrug. “I was focused on being present for my family, and for Lennie, but now, I think I was waiting for you.”

“I think I was waiting for you, too.”

I kiss the tip of her nose, and glance behind her at the clock on the nightstand.

“Shit, it’s almost nine-thirty. I need to get going.

” I reach around, grabbing my discarded boxers and pulling them up my legs.

I toss Fallon her shirt, and she throws it on over her naked skin.

The sound of the front door opening and heavy footsteps running down the hall makes me look at Fallon with wide eyes.

“What do I do? Why do we keep getting interrupted? ” I whisper with panic.

“Shit,” she murmurs. “I don’t care that you’re here, but Pres really shouldn’t see us in bed together again. I don’t need more questions. Not yet.”

The footsteps grow closer and louder, and Fallon throws the blanket up over my head. Her hands press on my shoulders and she shoves me off the bed. I roll and land on the floor between the bed and the wall with a loud thud. I groan, but shut up immediately when the door opens.

“Mommy!” Presley yells, and I hear the telltale sounds of her jumping into bed. Fallon is still naked from the waist down, and I really hope she didn’t shove all the blankets down with me for her sake.

“Hi, my sweet girl,” Fallon croons to her daughter. She asks how her sleepover was with her grandma, and Presley talks a mile a minute about everything they did in the short amount of time and about the breakfast she helped make.

A small spear of guilt hits me as I realize I haven’t even bothered to text Megan or Isaac with an update, but I know they’d call with any issues.

There’s another set of footsteps approaching, Fallon’s mother. Shit. Presley might not notice the man sized lump on the opposite side of the bed, but her mom probably will.

I hold as still as possible as she enters. “Oh, hi, Mom,” Fallon says, greeting her mother. “Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room.” Fallon shifts, and the blankets make a rustling sound as she covers herself more.

“Come on Presley, let's give your mom a minute,” Elaine says. The door shuts behind them, and Presley’s excited chattering begins.

“Oh my god,” Fallon breathes. I pop my head up the side of the bed, watching as she flops back down onto the pillows. “That was close. My mom totally knows you’re here, by the way. She kept flicking her eyes to the ground where you were laying.”

“Crap,” I grumble, standing from the floor. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. She knows I’m an adult.”

“How the hell am I going to get out of here?”

“Shit,” she mutters. “I didn’t think of that. Um, you could climb out the window?” I give her a glare that says absolutely not , earning me an adorable giggle from her. “Yeah, I figured not. Honestly, I have no idea. I can text you when my mom leaves and you can sneak out?”

“That works. I’ll hang in here. ”

“Great.” Fallon finishes throwing on a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and throwing up her hair in a pony.

“I’ll see you soon?” she asks, coming back to where I’m standing at the end of her bed, putting my own clothes on.

She rests her hands on my chest, looking up at me with round eyes.

It’s the perfect equivalent to puppy dog eyes, and I know that if I have two, make that three, including Presley, girls in my life giving me these eyes, I’m done for.

I lean down, kissing her pouty lips. “I’ll see you soon. Do you and Pres want to go to Sunday Brunch tomorrow?” Fallon bites her lower lip, and I kiss her to make her stop. “You don’t have to, it was just a suggestion,” I offer.

“No, I want to. It’s a big deal, that’s all.”

I shrug. “You already know everyone.”

“I know, but… still. Won’t they want to know what we’re doing? Why I’m there?”

“They will. But I’m at a point where I am comfortable with them knowing about this, us. Think about it, sunshine. No pressure. If you want to come, then you can, but if not, then we will find another time.”

“Is that what we are? An us?” Fallon asks, her voice tentative.

I let her words sink in. In the last few weeks, things have changed for me.

I want her, and I don’t want to hold myself back anymore.

It’s going to be a transition, but I’m ready for this, ready to at least try, and face the potential consequences.

“As scared as I am, for the same reasons you are, I also don’t want to fight this anymore. ”

“So we are giving it a try?” she asks.

“If you’re in, I’m all in,” I respond, taking her hand and squeezing. “I should really take you on a real date.”

She waves me off. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do.”

Fallon smiles softly and reaches on her toes to give me another swift kiss. “I’ll text you.”

I watch her leave, giving her a wave when she turns to look at me one more time before latching the door behind her. I have no idea how I lasted this long without falling for her, but now that I’m allowing myself these emotions, I’m done for.