Outlaw: Screaming Eagles MC (20 page)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Grace left early leaving Falcon alone in the house again. He couldn’t sit through another asinine morning show where hosts searched for anything meaningful to say, any interesting topic to discuss. It was all just dumb and empty and he couldn’t take another moment of it. He couldn’t see his daughter; he was living with the woman he would soon need to leave and he couldn’t listen to people talk about yogurt anymore.

His body might not have been ready for it, but Falcon didn’t care. He was healed enough to get back into his routine. When had had seen Grace’s bike in the garage he had also seen a weight bench and a punching bag. With a bottle of water in hand he walked into the garage and looked at the dust covered bench.

He opened the garage door, letting bright sunlight and fresh air into the garage. He knew it was dangerous, but he had yet to see anyone come down this street and he was pretty sure he could get away with it. More importantly, he needed it. He needed to see the sun and smell the fresh air; it was good for him. Falcon took a wet cloth and began wiping down the inch of dust that had collected on the bench and weights.

He hefted up the weight bar and rested it on the holder. He added twenty pounds to each side, a light lift; he just needed to see where he was. Falcon laid back onto the bench and put both hands on the bar and, with a grunt, he lifted it off the handles and began to bench press. His chest burned with the effort and first few lifts were far harder than they had any right to be. Sweat poured down his face. But he finished four sets of ten and felt better.

He stretched and added another ten pounds to each side and benched those, as well. He took deep breath and he focused as he lifted the heavy weights and then lowered them to his chest. He repeated the motion, ignoring the screaming pain in his arms and chest and ribs. He recognized that pain and he knew it was the good kind. He wasn’t hurting himself; he was pushing himself, creating muscle, and growing his strength.

There was a punching bag in the room, too. He found some tape and wrapped it around his knuckles. He gave a few gentle taps to the bag. Flexing his fingers, he started hitting the bag harder. He kicked it a few times and enjoyed the feeling of stretching out his legs. He started getting into it, hitting the bag harder and harder as sweat dripped down his back and over his face.

He took his shirt off and wiped the sweat away as best as he could. His ribs were still bandaged, but Grace told him he could take them off later today. He focused on the bag and remembering how to hit and punch. He was happy to see he still had his strength, that the beating from the Screaming Eagles hadn’t done too much damage.

He had been working out for about an hour when Grace and her big SUV pulled into the driveway. She parked outside and Falcon stopped what he was doing and watched as she jumped out of the car.

“Why is the door open? What are you doing?” She walked into the garage and hit the button to close the door.

“Needed some fresh air,” Falcon said.

“You can’t have the door open. The Screaming Eagles are looking everywhere for you. Everywhere, Falcon. They’re getting desperate and they might come looking around here. You can’t be in here in front of a giant, open door-” she stopped short. She had been looking up and down the street as she spoke and it wasn’t until she finally turned around that she noticed Falcon in his shirtless state. Her jaw dropped open and she closed it quickly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked away. “You’re looking well,” she said as she, again, began to fiddle with a screw and a hammer in the garage. “You look a lot better.”

“I feel better,” he said, stretching his shoulders and his neck from side to side.

“Prove it,” Grace said. She grabbed two pairs of black focus mitts and strapped them to her wrists. “Let me see what you got.”

She held up her hands in front of her and Falcon looked down confused. Was he really supposed to hit her? He didn’t want to hurt her, but he also knew it would be an insult if he told her that. He brought his hands up and jabbed with his left hand on her right mitt. She took the hit easily and her hand was firm against his.

Falcon looked into her green eyes and saw the confrontation there. She gave him a crooked smiled and got into a defensive position. Falcon bent his knees and focused on the gloves as he began to bat at them, hitting them harder and harder. Grace clenched her teeth, but she gave as good as Falcon, holding up steady as he hit into the soft pads of the mitts.

She began to move around, moving her mitts higher and lower, creating targets for Falcon to aim for. Stretching his torso like that hurt, but with every movement he felt his tense muscles stretch and move around, slowly loosening up from their injured state.

Grace was wearing a tight black t-shirt over a tight pair of jeans and he could see sweat dripping down her neck and staining her shirt. She was out of breath and her hair was sticking to her forehead and neck. There was a flush to her cheeks and dewiness to her skin; she looked lovely and Falcon had to remind himself to look away.

“Let’s trade,” he said putting his hands down as she slipped out of the mitts. He slipped the mitts on as she taped up her knuckles and then he raised his hands.

She didn’t hold back. She brought her fists up into a good fighting stance and then jabbed at his left hand before hitting even harder with her right. Falcon held the mitts up, but even he could feel her strength. She could hold her own in a fight, he was sure of that.

They were out of breath and dripping with sweat, but neither one of them wanted to stop. She continued to hit and pound against his hands and Falcon moved the mitts around. He was staring at her face, deep in concentration. She was staring at his chest as they worked, and then his shoulders as she appreciated his body in motion.

Her shoulders and her arms were strong and he could see her muscles when she moved. Her face was screwed up in concentration and her legs were bent as she weaved and bobbed; she kept her hands close to her face and jabbed at the mitts, her eyes focused on the target.

It was hot. It was far hotter than it had any right to be and Falcon didn’t want it to stop. He started pushing back against her with the mitts, dodging and weaving and giving her new targets to aim for. Sweat was pooling on her chest and her hair was sticking to her forehead, but her eyes showed nothing but determination.

She was watching him. Her eyes were focused on him and it seemed she saw only him. It was like they were communicating without words, but they knew exactly what the other was thinking. The flick of an eye, a muscle tensing, all of these signals were noted and counted and compensated for. They were two people working perfectly together, just as they had been since the first time they had met.

Her breasts were bouncing and straining against her shirt as she hit the mitts again and again with her hands.

“Kicks,” Falcon said and immediately Grace switched her stance and brought her foot up and hit the mitt, hard. Falcon used both hands as she alternated between hits and kicks.

At that moment, he was sure of it. The two of them could have moved mountains if they wanted to, could have toppled dynasties. There was nothing they couldn’t do together. They worked perfectly together as if they could read each other’s minds. He looked into her fierce green eyes right as she looked at him, and then they both stopped.

Heaving for breath, they paused and stared at each other and at the same time Falcon threw down his mitts as Grace wrapped herself around him and kissed him deeply.

Chapter Forty

He reached for her shirt and ripped it off her before spinning her around and quickly undoing the snaps of her bra. He threw it aside, holding her body pressed against his, her arms pinned to her side as she fought to get free. But he wasn’t letting her go, not yet. She pulled against him, but Falcon just held her tighter as he reached up with one free hand to roughly massage her breast.

Grace cried out and Falcon attacked her neck with his mouth. He licked and kissed and bit her as she moaned loudly and writhed against him. Her ass was pushing against his cock and it was growing harder with each movement she made. Finally, with one fierce tug she managed to pry herself away from him.

Once free, Grace turned around and reached for Falcon’s shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it aside. She sighed as she ran her hands over his shoulders and then she looked him in eye as she reached lower and her hand traced the outline of his erection. Falcon couldn’t help but let out a low growl as he grabbed her and pulled her and kissed her.

As they kissed, Grace sucked on his lower lip and right as Falcon let out an appreciative sigh she bit down and he cursed and pulled away from her. But he saw the mischief in her green eyes and he pulled her to him, wrapping his hands roughly in her hair. When she tried to pull away he kept her there, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Falcon,” Grace whispered as she finally managed to pull away.

He loved hearing his name on her lips and he reached forward and pulled at the pants she was wearing. She undid them and stepped out of them and her panties and once she was free Falcon pulled her close as he kissed her again and the fingers of his other hand slipped inside her.

“Falcon!” She cried out as her body shuddered in her hands.

His other hand found her breast and he massaged them until her nipple became pert. She was looking right at him and as his one hand made tiny circles inside of her his other hand pinched her nipple hard and she gasped as pain and pleasure spread through her body. Her legs were shaking and her hands were gripping his arms as he continued to work. She reached up and kissed him, her tongue mingling with his before she sucked on his lower lip.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. Falcon. Yes!” Her body began to tense beneath his. She was pressed against his chest and her hands were clawing at his shoulders as his hand continued to spin. Her eyes were closed and her face was screwed in concentration and then her eyes opened and her mouth formed an O shape as she screamed out his name. He felt it as her body shook and trembled as her orgasm pulsed through her.

Shaking and desperate for breath, she leaned against his chest as she came back down to earth. Falcon reached around her waist and took one of her supple ass cheeks in his hand and gave it a hard squeeze and she gasped against him. Then he smiled as he pulled his hand back and then he gave her a good smack, right on the ass.

Grace pulled away from him, but Falcon was ready. He spun her around and pushed her towards her black SUV. He opened the back door and roughly pushed Grace until she was lying down on her back in the backseat. He was on her in a second. He kissed every inch of her he could touch. Her neck, her chest, her shoulders, her stomach, the inside of her arms, his mouth and tongue touched every part of her and still he wanted more.

Her hands were wrapped up in his hair and as he licked the nape of her neck she gasped and tightened her grip, pulling him up and kissing him deeply. Her fingernails were raking up and down his back, leaving scars he was sure to see tomorrow.

He pulled away from her and stepped out of the car and knelt down between her legs. How was he ever going to live without this? Where was he ever going to find a girl who could fuck like Grace, a girl who could just keep going and going?

She was already wet, but when his tongue slipped into her, she shuddered and reached for his head and buried her hands in his hair.

“Falcon, yes,” she murmured and there was a naked wanting and longing in her voice that was almost enough to push Falcon over the edge. Almost. She opened her legs wide and moved her hips with his tongue and he slipped between her folds again and loved her with long slow strokes that slid over her clit making her cry out and shudder every time he touched it. “Please, Falcon. Yes. Yes,” Grace whispered her voice taking on a desperate urgency as she begged him for more.

He moved his tongue faster, focusing on her clit, and it was like a shock passed through her as she tensed up and her hands gripped his hair painfully tight. Her legs were shaking on either side of his head and he could taste how wet and ready she was, making his erection grow harder and more desperate as she continued to scream.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” He felt her orgasm approach. Her entire body tensed and then a shudder ripped through her as she lifted her torso and neck up off the leather seats of the car and she shook as wave after wave of pleasure poured through her.

“I want you,” Falcon whispered into her ear. “Now, right now.”

She was still in that hazy, post orgasm bliss but she nodded up at him and he took her by her arm and pulled her out of the car, closing the door behind her. He spun her around and they both went down on their knees. Falcon reached for Grace’s pocket and found her wallet; he tore out the condom and threw the rest aside. He slipped it over his hard cock and then guided himself into Grace.

He was enveloped in her and he couldn’t help but moan as he sunk deeper into her. She was wet and ready and he slid in and out easily and smoothly as his body pushed them closer to ecstasy. He went faster, his movements desperate and quick as his body searched for release.

He grabbed her hair as he continued to thrust deeply inside of her. Beneath him he heard Grace moan with pleasure. He wanted her to come again; he wanted to finish with her, to hear her cry out in pleasure as he came.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered hoarsely, letting go of her hair and roughly grabbing her hips. He watched as one of her hands disappeared between her legs and then he could feel the light touch of her finger against the base of his cock as he thrust into her. He went harder and harder, but she kept up with him, pushing back against him and matching him thrust for thrust.

He was so close; he could go at any minute. But Grace was close, too. Her legs were shaking and she was moaning and crying out. He continued to thrust against her, holding her hips so hard he was sure she would have bruises tomorrow, but she wasn’t telling him to stop or slow down.

“Keep going, Falcon! Yes. Yes!” She screamed as her body tensed and then Falcon could feel her orgasm as it pulsed through her body. Her inner walls convulsed around him, pushing him over the edge as his entire body shook and shuddered as his orgasm exploded making him see spots in front of his eyes as he pushed into her one last time.

Taking deep breaths, he eased out her and she managed to push herself into a sitting position. He was leaning back against the cool cement of her garage as Grace came over and lay against his chest. He could feel her heart beating and hear her rapid breath and he listened as her breathing returned to normal.

It felt right to lie like this with her. It felt right to have Grace in his arms, his hands running through her hair. The two of them belonged together and separating them was wrong. But it was going to happen and there was nothing he could do about it but enjoy this moment for as long as he could.