Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I felt him smile along my middle, and then the sliding of his finger inside of me had my legs buckling. His mouth and finger moving together in a synchronized motion was enough to push me over the edge. I quivered and moaned, feeling my nipples harden beneath my dress. All of a sudden, he reached the spot I needed, and I was met with sparks flying behind my eyes.

Emmett licked me up slowly and hard, taking in every bit of my orgasm.

As soon as I came off my high, my breathing evening out slightly, Emmett pushed my panties back to their rightful spot and crawled out from beneath my dress. He smoothed out the silky fabric as I stood back with an open mouth, gaping blissfully at him.

He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and threw a charming smile at me.

I was left speechless.

I’d never done something so sensual in my entire life.

I’d never even imagined doing something like that.

Emmett leaned forward, peering down at me.

“Call me later?”

My facial expression made him chuckle. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, and then turned on his heel and walked down the hallway and disappeared.

What in the actual fuck just happened?

More importantly… when can it happen again?

Chapter Ten

Emmett

I’m just going to throw it out in the open: I was a naughty man. I took a sweet, innocent girl like Fallon and licked her pussy after stealing her away from some fancy, over-the-top event that she was attending with her soon-to-be fiancé. And if I’m not mistaken, her entire family was there, too.

I licked her until she couldn’t even stand up afterward. That wasn’t my plan in the beginning. No. I actually wasn’t even planning on texting her the day of her little outing with Derek the Hotshot as she wore that sexy-as-hell dress, because I was annoyed by it. I was jealous, and I was beyond pissed that I was feeling that way. I barely knew her, and I didn’t get my fucking panties in a wad over a woman. Not anymore.

I had before, in the past, but not now. I was a changed man after all the shit with Carrie went down. Once I finally broke ties with her, I promised myself I wouldn’t get so engrossed in another woman until I knew it would lead somewhere.

Carrie fucked with my head. I drank myself stupid to get rid of the jealousy and pain that was somehow always attached to her, and that wasn’t who I wanted to be anymore. So, I simply changed.

Yet, there I was, sitting at the shop on that Friday afternoon, my leg tapping up and down continuously, Axe and Kip side-eyeing me every few seconds. I couldn’t stop thinking about Fallon and that motherfucking red dress.

The jealousy was eating me alive.

And I just had to do something about it.

Typical Emmett would have gone to Ships and had a drink—or ten—to cleanse the bitter taste of jealousy on his tongue, but then I had another idea.

A brilliant one.

I left the shop early, leaving Axe and Kip to take over for the night (to which they mumbled under their breath, “Thank God. Go get your rocks off or something.”). I dragged Ivy and Dawson with me to the taco shop that Fallon had mentioned, filling them in on my plan. Ivy rolled with laughter, demanding

that I record Fallon’s face when I handed her the taco, but that would have been too suspicious.

Her face was hilarious, though.

She was struck with confusion.

It made her that much more adorable.

Fallon was sexy in the simplest way. It was almost as if she didn’t realize how sexy she was.

She was kind of a conundrum: sexy but sweet, timid but had a fire in her eye that could burn up an entire forest. She was completely stricken when I’d appeared out from behind her, wearing that annoyingly stiff servant’s uniform, but I was completely stricken with her.