Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

Chapter Fourteen

Emmett

The sun crept through the only window in my bedroom, casting a glow over the messy floor and the covers splayed over Fallon and me. Her bare leg was hooked over mine, her soft skin causing my morning wood to become even harder.

I turned my head and stared at her delicate face, her caramel hair covering her high cheekbone. She looked so innocent and sweet, even more so when she was sleeping. She had the tiniest freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose and over the apples of her cheeks. They were the cutest things I’d ever seen.

She was worth every bit of shame I would feel after she was gone for good.

I knew she wasn’t mine to keep, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to savor every last second with her. I was 100% into her. I’d never been this into someone this quickly, but there was a first time for everything.

I kept telling myself it was the whole “I can’t have you, not really” type of thing, but whatever it was that was drawing me to her, causing my thoughts to revolve around her and only her, I didn’t care. I was going to enjoy myself.

Just like I did last night.

Having her underneath me, moaning and arching her back while she dug her nails into my skin, was like sealing the deal. I knew sex with her would be damn good; we had explosive sexual chemistry. Just our bodies touching could make entire buildings fall to the ground.

I was hoping that, after I’d had my fill of her, things would calm down a bit. I wouldn’t want her as badly.

I had hoped it would’ve been like the other women I’d had in my bed from time to time, before and after Carrie. I’d lay the charm on, enjoy the chase, and then fuck them and the thrill would lessen. I’d get bored and move on.

That was not how it went with Fallon.

If anything, having sex intensified my feelings.

I held back a groan as my dick grew even harder. I was certain it was so hard that it could’ve plowed through a brick wall and not even hurt a little bit.

I looked down at it, a little taken aback at how stiff it was, and decided to crawl out of bed.

For one, I needed to piss.

And two, looking at Fallon’s naked body, all out in the open in the sunlight, was going to cause my erection to last for days.

Literal days.

And did you know how difficult it was to take a leak with a boner? It was nearly impossible.

After spending a decent amount of time in the bathroom, thinking of everything unrelated to Fallon—or any woman for that matter—I was able to pee with a semi-hard dick. I locked the door behind me, because I could only imagine what Fallon would do if she were to wake up, come in here, and see me bending over awkwardly to get my piss in the toilet.

I opened the door slowly, still ass naked, preparing to get back in bed with her sleeping body, but my eyes locked onto hers.

They were wide and she looked… vulnerable. Almost fearful. Her knees were pulled up to her chin with her back resting along the wall behind her head. The blanket was wrapped snug around her legs, covering most of her body except for her petite shoulders. Her bottom lip was tugged between her teeth, and her eyes only gawked at me.

I was seconds away from saying something—anything—to lighten the mood, because it was obvious that she w

asn’t used to the whole “it’s the morning after sex… now what?” ordeal, but then her eyes trailed down my body.

And motherfucker, my dick was standing upright again. It almost surprised me at how fast it grew.

How was that possible? Seconds. It took seconds.

“Wow,” Fallon said quietly.

My head snapped up from looking at my hard-as-hell steel rod and noticed Fallon was looking at my chest. Not my dick.

“Your tattoos are… wow. You have a lot.”

I looked down at the familiar ink on my chest and shrugged. “You like ‘em?”