Soaring with Fallon (Big Sky 4)

“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters.

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“Where are we going now?” he asks two hours later. I insisted on driving tonight because I didn’t want to tell him in advance what I had planned. I wanted it to be a surprise.

“Somewhere fun,” I reply with a smile as I pull my hair up into a messy bun, trying to keep it from blowing in my face as I drive the topless Jeep. Once my hair is fairly secured, I start the engine and drive toward Whitetail Mountain, the opposite direction from home. “You’ll like it.”

“I won’t argue with that.” He sits back and enjoys the drive, and when I turn onto the mountain road, he looks at me in surprise. “We’re going up the mountain?”

“Just a ways,” I reply, not giving away our destination. Just about a mile before the ski resort, I turn down a dirt road and park at a lookout, where the entire valley is spread out before us. It’s dark except for the lights from Cunningham Falls and the homes around Whitetail Lake. “Okay, you must know where we are.”

He shakes his head as if he’s confused, acting completely innocent.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never been here in my life.”

I laugh and reach into the backseat for the blanket I brought with me, then hop out of the Jeep and spread it over the hood. I gesture for him to join me, and we sit with our backs against the windshield.

“This is nice,” I breathe, cuddled up next to Noah as we watch the lights below. The sky is clear, showing off the Milky Way above. “You don’t see stars like this in Chicago.”

“No?”

“No way. Too much light noise from the city and smog, most likely. This is just incredible.”

“Look.” He points to a shooting star. “Did you see it?”

“Yeah. There’s another.”

“I see.” He tips his face down, watching me. “Thank you for tonight.”

“It was just pool and Lookout Point.”

A smile tickles his lips. “Best date I’ve been on in my life.”

“Whatever.” I giggle and straddle him, burying my fingers in his hair. “I think we can make it even better.”

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you all night.”

“Nothing stopping you now.” I shift my hips, grinding myself against the cock straining against his jeans. My shorts are little, and when he reaches between us and pushes two fingers under the hem, they slip easily inside me. “Oh, Jesus.”

“I never got to third base up here before,” he informs me. “It was so worth the wait.”

My arms are wrapped around his neck now, holding on for dear life as I ride his fingers and kiss the life out of him. We’re panting, and my heartbeat sounds even louder out here in the dark, looking out over the town I’ve grown to love.

With the man I love even more.

“God, that’s good,” I moan, just as a car pulls up behind the Jeep. We both freeze, staring into each other’s eyes in horror. “Shit.”

Red and blue lights flash. I hurry off Noah’s lap then sit next to him, trying to look as natural as possible.

Of course, I’m right on the brink of a crazy orgasm, but the police officer doesn’t need to know that.

A flashlight shines in my face, making me squint.

“Noah?”

I frown, trying to make out the person behind the glare.

“Brad?” Noah asks and then breaks out into laughter. “What the fuck is the chief of police doing checking out Lookout Point?”

“I got a call from a neighbor. They said they thought some kids were up here.” He laughs and turns off the flashlight, leaning on my Jeep. “You must be Fallon.”

“Guilty,” I reply with a chuckle.

“Anyway, I thought I’d come up and check it out, shoo the horny teenagers along.” He grins, enjoying himself.

“We were just enjoying the view,” I say, shrugging innocently. “Nothing to see here, officer.”

“Sure,” he replies with a laugh. “That’s why your hair’s a mess.”

I gasp and pull the clip out of my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders. Okay, so he caught us.

“Are we going to jail?” I ask.

“No,” Brad says with a laugh. “Noah’s dad would make me cut wood for the rest of my life if I took his son to jail.”

“Dad enjoyed using chopping wood as a punishment,” Noah says with a nod. “Not to mention, Max might be annoyed if you put his best friend in the slammer.”

“My brother would just bail you out,” Brad says with a grin. “We’ll just save us all the trouble. But take the rest of this home, will you? It’s damn embarrassing.”

“I don’t know,” Noah says thoughtfully. “I got to third base with a girl at Lookout Point. I’d say it’s something to brag about.”

“Brag from home,” Brad replies with a laugh. “Nice to meet you, Fallon. Have fun, you crazy kids.”