Smolder: Trojans MC (69 page)

Chapter Forty

He reached for her shirt and ripped it off her before spinning her around and quickly undoing the snaps of her bra. He threw it aside, holding her body pressed against his, her arms pinned to her side as she fought to get free. But he wasn’t letting her go, not yet. She pulled against him, but Falcon just held her tighter as he reached up with one free hand to roughly massage her breast.

Grace cried out and Falcon attacked her neck with his mouth. He licked and kissed and bit her as she moaned loudly and writhed against him. Her ass was pushing against his cock and it was growing harder with each movement she made. Finally, with one fierce tug she managed to pry herself away from him.

Once free, Grace turned around and reached for Falcon’s shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it aside. She sighed as she ran her hands over his shoulders and then she looked him in eye as she reached lower and her hand traced the outline of his erection. Falcon couldn’t help but let out a low growl as he grabbed her and pulled her and kissed her.

As they kissed, Grace sucked on his lower lip and right as Falcon let out an appreciative sigh she bit down and he cursed and pulled away from her. But he saw the mischief in her green eyes and he pulled her to him, wrapping his hands roughly in her hair. When she tried to pull away he kept her there, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Falcon,” Grace whispered as she finally managed to pull away.

He loved hearing his name on her lips and he reached forward and pulled at the pants she was wearing. She undid them and stepped out of them and her panties and once she was free Falcon pulled her close as he kissed her again and the fingers of his other hand slipped inside her.

“Falcon!” She cried out as her body shuddered in her hands.

His other hand found her breast and he massaged them until her nipple became pert. She was looking right at him and as his one hand made tiny circles inside of her his other hand pinched her nipple hard and she gasped as pain and pleasure spread through her body. Her legs were shaking and her hands were gripping his arms as he continued to work. She reached up and kissed him, her tongue mingling with his before she sucked on his lower lip.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. Falcon. Yes!” Her body began to tense beneath his. She was pressed against his chest and her hands were clawing at his shoulders as his hand continued to spin. Her eyes were closed and her face was screwed in concentration and then her eyes opened and her mouth formed an O shape as she screamed out his name. He felt it as her body shook and trembled as her orgasm pulsed through her.

Shaking and desperate for breath, she leaned against his chest as she came back down to earth. Falcon reached around her waist and took one of her supple ass cheeks in his hand and gave it a hard squeeze and she gasped against him. Then he smiled as he pulled his hand back and then he gave her a good smack, right on the ass.

Grace pulled away from him, but Falcon was ready. He spun her around and pushed her towards her black SUV. He opened the back door and roughly pushed Grace until she was lying down on her back in the backseat. He was on her in a second. He kissed every inch of her he could touch. Her neck, her chest, her shoulders, her stomach, the inside of her arms, his mouth and tongue touched every part of her and still he wanted more.

Her hands were wrapped up in his hair and as he licked the nape of her neck she gasped and tightened her grip, pulling him up and kissing him deeply. Her fingernails were raking up and down his back, leaving scars he was sure to see tomorrow.

He pulled away from her and stepped out of the car and knelt down between her legs. How was he ever going to live without this? Where was he ever going to find a girl who could fuck like Grace, a girl who could just keep going and going?

She was already wet, but when his tongue slipped into her, she shuddered and reached for his head and buried her hands in his hair.

“Falcon, yes,” she murmured and there was a naked wanting and longing in her voice that was almost enough to push Falcon over the edge. Almost. She opened her legs wide and moved her hips with his tongue and he slipped between her folds again and loved her with long slow strokes that slid over her clit making her cry out and shudder every time he touched it. “Please, Falcon. Yes. Yes,” Grace whispered her voice taking on a desperate urgency as she begged him for more.

He moved his tongue faster, focusing on her clit, and it was like a shock passed through her as she tensed up and her hands gripped his hair painfully tight. Her legs were shaking on either side of his head and he could taste how wet and ready she was, making his erection grow harder and more desperate as she continued to scream.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” He felt her orgasm approach. Her entire body tensed and then a shudder ripped through her as she lifted her torso and neck up off the leather seats of the car and she shook as wave after wave of pleasure poured through her.

“I want you,” Falcon whispered into her ear. “Now, right now.”

She was still in that hazy, post orgasm bliss but she nodded up at him and he took her by her arm and pulled her out of the car, closing the door behind her. He spun her around and they both went down on their knees. Falcon reached for Grace’s pocket and found her wallet; he tore out the condom and threw the rest aside. He slipped it over his hard cock and then guided himself into Grace.

He was enveloped in her and he couldn’t help but moan as he sunk deeper into her. She was wet and ready and he slid in and out easily and smoothly as his body pushed them closer to ecstasy. He went faster, his movements desperate and quick as his body searched for release.

He grabbed her hair as he continued to thrust deeply inside of her. Beneath him he heard Grace moan with pleasure. He wanted her to come again; he wanted to finish with her, to hear her cry out in pleasure as he came.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered hoarsely, letting go of her hair and roughly grabbing her hips. He watched as one of her hands disappeared between her legs and then he could feel the light touch of her finger against the base of his cock as he thrust into her. He went harder and harder, but she kept up with him, pushing back against him and matching him thrust for thrust.

He was so close; he could go at any minute. But Grace was close, too. Her legs were shaking and she was moaning and crying out. He continued to thrust against her, holding her hips so hard he was sure she would have bruises tomorrow, but she wasn’t telling him to stop or slow down.

“Keep going, Falcon! Yes. Yes!” She screamed as her body tensed and then Falcon could feel her orgasm as it pulsed through her body. Her inner walls convulsed around him, pushing him over the edge as his entire body shook and shuddered as his orgasm exploded making him see spots in front of his eyes as he pushed into her one last time.

Taking deep breaths, he eased out her and she managed to push herself into a sitting position. He was leaning back against the cool cement of her garage as Grace came over and lay against his chest. He could feel her heart beating and hear her rapid breath and he listened as her breathing returned to normal.

It felt right to lie like this with her. It felt right to have Grace in his arms, his hands running through her hair. The two of them belonged together and separating them was wrong. But it was going to happen and there was nothing he could do about it but enjoy this moment for as long as he could.

Chapter Forty-One

He slept alone on the couch. He heard the sadness in Grace’s voice when he didn’t join her. But he had made it this far without breaking; he could keep going. He wanted her, but he knew he would always want her. Whether she was near or far, he would always long for her. But he knew it was better to stay as far away as he could.

He still hadn’t figured out a plan. He didn’t know how to take down the Screaming Eagles. He was just one man. What was he supposed to do? How could one man take down an organization like the Screaming Eagles. He had no in, no one he could contact. He was stuck and it was driving him crazy.

After the workout and the sex Falcon was beyond exhausted and he fell into a heavy sleep almost immediately.  He dreamt he was underwater. He was trying to walk through the water for some reason, but it was impossible. Every step was a struggle; he was fighting to move forward, but the thick water was holding him back. He needed to get somewhere, there was something he needed to do, there was a door ahead and he reached for it, his arm straining and then he finally reached the doorknob and turned it.

And then he was somewhere else. He was in a club. Everything was bathed in Technicolor light and there was a song playing, but one he couldn’t quite remember the name of. There was a door in front of him and he knew there was something very important behind that door. But he couldn’t open it, because the important this was also a big scary thing and he couldn’t let that thing know that he was here or it would kill him.

He woke with a gasping start sitting straight up on the couch. There was a pale blue dawn outside and Falcon knew exactly how he was going to get the Screaming Eagles. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him when Grace awoke and stumbled out her bedroom in a pair of yoga pants and a white tank top.

“You’re up early,” she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from him.

“I know what to do,” Falcon said, nodding his head at nothing in particular.

“What are you talking about?” Grace asked. 

“I want to bring down the Screaming Eagles and I know how to do it. I’m done hiding in this house. I’m ready for a fight.”

“No,” Grace said shaking her head. “You can’t. You were just beaten half to death; you need your rest. You’re just here to get better. Once you're healthy, you need to go into witness protection.”

“I could have gone into witness protection anytime, couldn’t I?”

Grace looked away, “Maybe I wasn't quite ready to send you on your way.” She finally turned to look up him and he could see tears resting on the edge of her lashes. “I guess I got a little selfish.”

“I don’t mind,” he said reaching across the table and taking her hand. “But I need to do something. I can’t hide in this house forever. It’s starting to drive me crazy.”

“So,” Grace said, pulling her hands away. “What’s your genius plan?”

“It’s funny, I thought I had blocked it out,” Falcon said, getting a far away look as he spoke. “It was a couple of months ago. Back when I still just a foot soldier who wasn’t trusted with anything important. We just had a successful raid and we went to a club afterward. I remember it was a really nice club, filled with these beautiful twenty-something girls with long legs and short dresses. We were drinking bottles of top shelf liquor that was all paid for by the boss. It was a great night, one of those times when you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. The boss was upstairs with his boys in a VIP room and the rest of us were down on the dance floor. I needed to take a piss, so I went up to the VIP section because I knew they had a bathroom up there. It was quieter up there. The walls were thick and it muffled the music from the club. There were all these Technicolor lights making these swirling patterns all over the walls.

I walked past the VIP area in there and I heard the boss laughing. It was such a weird sound and I was pretty drunk so I leaned against the wall to hear better, but it was what I heard next that mattered.”

“What did you hear?” Grace asked, she was staring at him, listening to every word.

“There’s an underground bunker. It’s really well hidden, but it’s in the woods behind the club. If you walk behind the clubhouse into the forest, it’s about fifty feet back into the woods. You know where it is because there’s this old, crumbling house sitting on top of it. The ground around it is undisturbed. That’s what they were talking about in the club: the bunker and what they keep in it. The day after I overheard them talking about it, I went back into the woods to check it out. It’s there. I found the trapdoor underneath what used to be the kitchen. I didn’t go down into it, but I saw the steel door. I know it’s there.”

“So, they have a bunker. That’s not against the law.”

“No, but what’s in it is. There’s a secret stash in there. Not just meth and MDMA, but guns and other weapons. Plus, a lot of evidence from the crimes they’ve committed; the bunker is where they stash all that stuff.”

“Why would they keep evidence? Why wouldn’t they just destroy it?” Grace asked.

“The boss doesn’t do anything himself,” Falcon explained. “He always has his guys do the actual dirty work. It’s future blackmail opportunity. Some guy wants to leave the gang and now the boss has some very good reasons why that guy should stay.”

Grace looked down into her coffee deep in thought. Falcon wondered what went on her head; he wondered what she was thinking about not just then, but all the time.

“So, if this bunker is there-” Grace started.

“It is,” Falcon interrupted.

“Then it’s a good lead, but you don’t need to have anything to do with it,” Grace continued shaking her head, tossing her messy curls over her shoulders. “You’re injured and it’s too dangerous. We need to get you into witness protection.”

“There’s more,” he continued.

“What?” Grace asked.

“I know the leaders of the gang are going to meet there in three days at nine o’clock.”

“How do you know that?” Grace asked, her eyes wide with possibilities.

“Before you arrested him, the boss’s right hand man was a guy named Big Chris. Not too long ago, he asked me to hold his phone while he went to take a piss. It was unlocked when he handed it to me, and I was messing around on it when I opened the calendar. There it was for the world to see,
Meeting with E & big boys @ B.
Meeting with Ernie and the other top leaders in the Screaming Eagles at the bunker. It has to mean that.”

Grace nodded thoughtfully and Falcon watched as her intelligent face began to form a plan. He sipped his coffee and nodded to himself. This was the right thing to do. It might be the last thing he did as Falcon Marks, it might be the last thing he ever did, but he was ready to do it. He might die in a hail of bullets, but if it meant getting the boss behind bars, it would be worth it. He wanted to do it for Sophie; he wanted to do something she would be proud of. He wanted to make the world a little bit safer for her and this was the only way he knew how.