“Let’s keep going.” Falk pushes the door open, checking to the left and right before going back outside.
I have no idea where we are when we stop in a neighborhood with one of the houses still standing. The outside of it is a wreck, but Falk thinks it’s structurally sound. We enter through the broken front door and find a master bedroom with a king-size bed.
“Get some sleep,” Falk says. “I want to put as much space between us and them before the end of the day tomorrow.”
My body is definitely tired, but my mind is still racing through the events of the day. As I slowly take off my clothes, I decide to go with the best distraction available and climb into the bed naked.
Falk stares at me for a long moment before doing the same.
I wrap my arms around him as soon as he’s beside me and plant kisses in the center of his chest. He coils his fingers around the hair at the back of my head and gently pulls me back until he can press his lips to mine.
He makes love to me slowly as we lie on our sides, my leg wrapped around his hip. Afterward, he holds me to his chest and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Falk?”
“Yeah?”
“What about Christine?”
“What about her?”
“They’re going to do the same thing to her.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“She’s my friend.” I feel pressure building behind my eyes, and my throat tightens up.
“I can’t think about anyone but
you, Hannah. If the opportunity to get Christine out of there comes up, I’d only attempt it if it didn’t jeopardize you.”
“It’s not right.” I blink back the tears.
“I know it isn’t,” Falk says, “but if there was ever a time to be selfish, this is it.”
I can’t agree with him. All I can think about now is Christine and how she’s the only woman in the group with people like Brett and Caesar there. She has no idea what kind of men they really are, and though I know Chuck would fight to the death for her, I don’t think he would win.
I hardly sleep at all. Instead, I lie in the oversized, comfortable bed, stare at the gun Falk’s left on the nightstand, and listen to his breathing as he holds me against his chest. Hours later, I watch the morning sun come up through the window.
Falk mumbles in his sleep and pulls me tighter against him. He’s got morning wood, and it’s pressing hard against my ass. I’m exhausted from my lack of sleep, but I press back against it anyway, and he mumbles again.
I press my lips together, trying to contain my smile, and push back again. Falk groans and he wraps his arms around my midsection. One hand comes up and cups my breast.
“God, woman,” he mumbles. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up.”
“Part of you was already awake,” I point out.
He finds my neck with his lips and nips at my skin as his fingers pull at my nipple. It’s my turn to groan as he grinds into my backside and covers my shoulder with kisses.
“I want you on your hands and knees.” His breath is hot in my ear.
I’m startled by his bluntness, but the words send tingles down my spine, and I move quickly to comply. Falk rises up and takes position behind me, pushing my knees apart with his hands.
He sighs softly as he enters me in one, swift motion. I feel his fingertips digging into my hips as he pulls me back against him. He’s so deep, moving slowly in and out of me. I lean down on my elbows and push against him.
“More,” I say with a grunt. “Please, Falk.”
“You don’t have to beg for that.”