Rock My Body (Black Falcon #4) (18 page)

“What do you want to know?” I whisper.

“Anything. Everything,” he replies quickly. “You fascinate me.”

I shake my head. “I don’t...how...what if someone finds out?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Let them. There are other jobs out there, Frannie. Don’t let a stupid job keep us from discovering if we could be happy together.”

“This is a huge risk,” I admit.

“Isn’t it worth it? Give me a chance to make you happy. All I’m asking for is a chance.”

My brain drifts to the thought of what a life with Tyke might be like. There’s a fire between us that neither of us can deny, but what happens if that fire goes out? Will we still last then? Will I still be enough? It worries me that if things go south, we might revert to our old ways. But I’ll never know what might happen unless I take a risk and follow through with what my heart truly wants.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He smiles. “Okay.”

He leans over and cradles my face in his hands before pressing his lips to mine. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I whisper against his lips.

“For giving me a shot at your heart,” he says as he gazes into my eyes.

It’s then, at that moment, that I know that my heart’s a goner. I’ve never had someone be so sweet to me, not to mention the romantic little note he left on the pick as well as the heartfelt songs he sang about me. A heart can only take so much thoughtfulness and love being thrown at it before it gives in. I’m not going to rush in, though. My heart still needs to be guarded until I know for sure that he’s not going to hurt me.

“All right, everyone line up for a head count,” Randall orders.

The clients stand in front of the two vans, waiting for Randall to come through and mark them off on his clipboard. Tyke winks at me the moment Randall passes by him and my cheeks heat up, surely causing a severe blush.

“It’s a beautiful day for an art show,” Wayne says, causing me to jump.

I place my hand over my heart. “You startled me. I didn’t expect to see you here today.”

Wayne crosses his hands behind his back in a way that makes his already perfect posture even straighter. “I wasn’t planning on attending, but it seems that every client in the facility wanted to join in on this little expedition, so Timothy and I had to come as extra chaperones.”

I nod. “Yes, most of them seemed excited when it was announced a couple of weeks ago, so it doesn’t surprise me that none of them wanted to stay behind.”

There’s a long pause of silence between us as we listen to Randall go over the rules with everyone.

“There’s no wandering off alone. Everyone must stay paired up.”

“I’ve had nothing but good reports from the clients, Frannie,” Wayne says, as soon as Randall’s finished.

“Really? Wow. That’s great news.” Pride fills me, and I’m starting to think that maybe I’m a pretty decent therapist after all. Sometimes it’s hard to know if I’m actually helping someone or not.

“Mr. Douglas, especially, has been showering you with compliments. He says you’ve been working with him about showing more emotion through music. That’s very clever, reaching out to the clients through channels they’ll relate to best. I think you’ll do very well here.”

I smile. Leave it to my secret lover to butter up my boss and earn me some brownie points. “Thank you. I really feel like I’m starting to get somewhere with Mr. Douglas.”

My grin widens even further knowing that Tyke appreciates the method of therapy we’ve been using.

Randall opens the doors to the first van. “Dr. Shepherd and Timothy will be in charge of this bus. I’ll need the following people on this one: Rosa, Elaine, John...”

“That’s my cue,” Wayne says before throwing, “Keep up the good work, Frannie,” over his shoulder.

Randall turns to the rest of the group and tells them they are in the other van with him and I. Tyke grins as he heads to the van I’m in, while Josie calls shotgun and races toward the front of the van like a little kid.

It takes us about an hour to get to the quaint little town where the art show is being hosted. I’ve been to several art galas with my parents, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited than to go to this particular one, and it has nothing to do with the artists. For the first time since I’ve met Tyke, we’re away from Serenity Hills. It’ll be nice to pretend, if only for a little while, what it might be like if we could be in public together.

Although walking through the halls of the art gallery as a huge group kills the illusion that we’re alone, Tyke stays next to me throughout the entire tour.

Standing next to him is the hardest thing in the world. All I want to do is reach out ever so slightly and touch him to let him know that he’s on my mind, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Tyke tilts his head, studying the painting before him intently, scrutinizing what it could be conveying. The other clients stand in front of us, blocking us from the direct sight of Wayne, who is lecturing the clients on what he thinks the painting of two little children could mean.

The group moves on to the next exhibit, and it’s of a photo of a couple lost in the throes of passion. My pulse increases and my chest heaves as it evokes the memory of Tyke and I together.

The photo must have sparked the same memory for Tyke because he hooks his pinky around mine. My heart thunders in my chest at the feel of our skin connecting. This is completely inappropriate, but I don’t care. This small touch is already sending my body into overdrive.

This small touch is so comforting, knowing that he’s thinking about me, too.

As quickly as the moment comes, it fades away when Wayne leads the group onto the next painting, and Tyke releases me.

The rest of the tour goes on much the same—simple touches when we’re sure no one is looking. I’ll admit there’s a certain adventure in our little game, dangerous yet thrilling, but it’s making me all the more anxious to have Tyke again. By the end of the exhibit, I’m so turned on it’s hard for me to see straight.

Tyke must feel the same way because he leans in and whispers, “I have to have you.”

My knees nearly buckle as the urge to drag him into the nearest secluded corner and allow him to have his way with me hits.

“Can you meet me by the fountain?” he asks and I nod.

The entire trip back to Serenity, my body is ablaze with anticipation. Knowing I’m going to have Tyke again is making me embarrassingly wet. We sit next to each other but have to refrain from doing anything that would give us away. Josie could turn around any moment, or Randall could glance up in the rearview mirror at the wrong time, and we’d be so busted. Not to mention the fact that I have Arnold squished next to me, on the other side.

“What was your favorite exhibit?” Randal asks openly to anyone who wants to answer.

“The picture of the people fucking,” one of the male clients shouts from the back. “That shit was hot.”

Tyke and I look at one another and burst out laughing, knowing that was the very painting that got us turned on.

Finally, we make it back to the facility, all piling out and saying our goodbyes as everyone heads to their rooms to rest up before dinner. Tyke and I walk far enough apart so as not to draw suspicion, but each of us knows what lies in wait for us.

I make it back to the cottage and practically run into my bathroom to freshen up. I shove my hair into a cap and jump into the shower, quickly scrubbing every inch of me down before running a razor over my legs and nether regions.

After I’m dressed in a sundress, I head to the fountain, the crisp evening air caressing my freshly washed skin and jolting every nerve in me awake as I sit down on a bench and wait for Tyke.

I casually flip through the book I brought with me to look busy as I wait. It doesn’t take long before I see Tyke making his way down the path.

He grins the moment he spots me, but looks around cautiously before rushing down and scooping me up in his arms. “God. You don’t know how hard today was, not being able to hold you.”

I wrap my arms over his shoulders and toy with the hair on the nape of his neck. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

He crushes his lips to mine and then sets me down. “Come on. I made sure I wasn’t followed, but we won’t have much time.”

He begins to pull me into the woods, but the idea of being out in the open again scares me. We got lucky last time. I think it’s better if we don’t push our luck.

I pull back on his arm and he turns to me, a perplexed expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

I tip my head toward the cottage. “This one’s mine. I think it would be much more private.”

He glances around and then smiles. “Lead the way.”

Quickly, I sneak him inside. Once the door is shut, he shoves me up against it and attacks my mouth with his. As much as I would love to take our time and savor every moment of our passion, we both know time isn’t on our side.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he pushes my sundress up around my waist before picking me up, my legs wrapping around him, as he presses his thick erection against me. I writhe against it, hungry for him to be inside me.

When he walks us over to the bed, he lays me down and slowly slides my dress up my body while kissing a path up my torso. Once he gets to my breasts, he pulls back and removes my dress completely.

“No bra or panties this time?” he teases.

“I figured they would only get in the way.” I grin at him and then my eyes trail down his body. “You’re still completely dressed. I don’t think that’s fair.”

He laughs and grabs the back of his shirt, yanking it over his head in that sexy way that guys do, completely ruffling his hair up in the process.

My eyes travel down his toned body and take a moment to appreciate all the artwork etched into his skin. Tyke Douglas is most definitely a tasty treat.

Tyke drops his gray shirt on the floor and raises one eyebrow while he grins at me wickedly. “Better?”

I lick my lips and scoot to the end of the bed. “Much.”

I quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans, shoving them, along with his boxer briefs down around his narrow hips. His cock springs free and I take a moment to trail my tongue down one side of his “V” before continuing my path down his shaft.

I wrap my lips around the tip of him, and he groans. “Holy fuck.”

Dirty talk from Tyke is encouraging. It pushes me to keep going because I’m obviously pleasing him.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug in rhythm while I work him deeper into my mouth. His breathing becomes ragged, and he tangles his fingers in my thick hair. I’ve never claimed to be an expert at giving head, but I feel pretty damn proud at how much he’s enjoying this.

Pre-come drips onto my tongue, and I taste the saltiness of his excitement, so I begin to slow my movements. I pull away and stare up at him. His green eyes are lust filled as he strokes the side of my face with his thumb.

I grab his arm and tug him onto the bed with me. Tyke kicks his clothes the rest of the way off and I straddle him, his erect cock, still slick with my saliva, glides against my folds as my hips grind into him, the tip of his cock hitting my clit as I work. I close my eyes and lean back, cupping my own breasts as I get lost seeking my own pleasure.

My arousal coats him, and I quicken my pace. Tyke’s gaze never leaves me as the familiar tingle of bliss tears through my body and Tyke squeezes my hips as he watches me come apart on top of him.

“Jesus, I nearly came just watching that,” he says as he leans up and presses his lips to mine. “You are too fucking sexy for your own good.”

Before I have a chance to respond, he flips me onto my back and covers my body with his own. He trails a path of kisses across my jaw and then whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and his cock presses against my entrance. “I want you there.”

With one swift thrust, he’s inside me. He stays still for a moment and allows my body to stretch around him, but then begins to move at a deliciously slow pace.

“Heaven. Even better than I remembered,” he says with a raspy tone in his voice.

Each time he pulls out and pushes back inside, his pelvis makes contact with my clit. I spread my legs wider and grab his ass, attempting to control his rhythm.

“You like that?” he murmurs as my fingers dig into his backside.

“Ohhh, yeah,” I whimper.

I should be embarrassed. I’m sure I sounded like some cheap porn star just then, but the truth is, I’m enjoying what he’s doing and I don’t want him to stop.

“You want it harder?” he asks and then gives me one hard thrust. “Huh?”

“Oh, God.” I pant as every nerve ending in my body ignites.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me again.”

With that vocal cue, I lose all control. My body jerks as I come for the second time, and my vision goes dark from the intensity.

The moment I come back to my senses, I freeze. “Hold on.”

I reach into my nightstand and unearth the emergency stash of condoms I bought when I made a run to the store last week. After the randomness of the woods, I wanted to be prepared if there was ever a next time with Tyke, even as much as I was trying to fight it.