Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
One smooth thrust, and that giant dick burns through me as if he were made of fire.
I gasp at the invasion. I’m no virgin, so it doesn’t hurt exactly, but it’s just so big. So enormous. Even as wet as I am, I feel the stretch.
He groans, holding himself inside me for longer than I want him to.
I want the thrusts.
A moment later—
He pulls out and plunges back in.
I gasp, my breath coming in rapid pants.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says through clenched teeth. “Tell me it feels good, Vannah. Tell me it feels good to have my massive cock inside that tight little pussy.”
“God, yes,” I breathe out.
“Good. One day I’m going to taste you down there. Get you to scream.”
Then all I can think about is that—his black stubble between my legs, that velvet tongue inside me.
And just the thought of it—the thought of it, and the thrusts that hit my clit—
“My God!” I whisper harshly.
The contractions slide through my pussy, spread outward through my veins all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
I’m flying. Freaking flying.
“Fuck yeah, Vannah. You come. You come all over my hard cock. Is that good? Is that good, sweetheart?”
“Yes, yes…” I close my eyes.
“No you don’t. You open those pretty brown eyes. Look at me. You watch me fuck you.”
Without thinking, I pop my eyes open. His gaze is glued onto mine. His jaw is clenched, as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts…
“Damn. I don’t want this to be over so soon, but it’s been so long— Fuck!”
He thrusts up into me, and as I’m coming down from my first climax, his contractions inside me spur me into another, and with this one I glide even higher.
High, so high, as my blood sizzles in my veins.
I feel every spurt of his cock. Every one.
My pussy is clamping on him, clamping down and contracting as my entire body becomes one ball of energy.
Falcon’s forehead thunks against the wall, and a drop of his sweat slides onto me.
A few seconds later, he pulls out of me and gently holds onto me as my feet touch the ground.
I look up at him, and I realize…
That drop that hit me?
It wasn’t sweat.
It was a tear.
12
FALCON
I was only a year old when the twins were born.
Robin and Raven.
Hawk came two years later, and Eagle two years after Hawk.
I’m closest to my brothers.
But my sisters?
They’re angels.
I’m protective of all my siblings, and I’d do anything for them. Hell, I’ve proved that. I’ve done time to protect them. My brothers, that is.
My sisters?
They’re good souls. If anyone deserves to be lying in a hospital bed with paddles electrocuting them, it’s me.
Certainly not Raven.
Damn.
How did it all come to this?
When I got carted off eight years ago, I thought I’d hit rock bottom. That was before I got to prison.
You hear tales, you read books, but nothing prepares you for the reality of life on the inside. I was one of the lucky ones. I only got my ass kicked a couple times before I became a leader on my cell block. I protected the weaker ones as best as I could. There were no rapes on my cell block. But I couldn’t protect everyone.
I couldn’t protect my brothers and my sisters in my absence.
And now?
I can’t protect Raven from the disease that’s ravaging her bloodstream.
Leukemia.
The disease has been around for a long time. Why the hell isn’t there a cure?
Except there is.
Me.
My bone marrow.
Maybe.
No guarantees.
They tried chemo.
Raven is still beautiful even without hair.
I was ready for the baldness.
Not ready for the loss of her eyebrows and eyelashes. All the hair.
The chemo takes all the hair.
“Falcon…”
Savannah’s sweet voice.
I’m still standing with my forehead against the wall.
My eyes are wet with tears, but I’m not the crying type.
I didn’t cry when Eagle nearly died eight years ago.
I didn’t cry when I was sentenced to prison.
And I didn’t cry when I heard about Raven.
But now?
I fucked Savannah Gallo, and I’m a fucking mess of emotion.
I inhale, move backward, pull up my jeans, and buckle my belt.
Savannah swallows as she reaches for her panties and skirt.
I want to tell her to leave them off. That she’s too beautiful to cover her body with clothing.
But this was a mistake.
She’s my parole officer, and I don’t know whether my sister is dead or alive a few rooms down.
Christ, what the hell have I done?
I rub my hand over my forehead, smooth my hair out of my face.
“Falcon…” She tries again.
I grunt.
“I… We should check on your sister.”
Damned right we should. I should never have left her room. Of course they kicked me out, but I should have waited in the hallway. Instead, I’m fucking my parole officer.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why aren’t my thoughts with Raven, where they should be?
I wince at the ache in my hip.