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  “We have to go, Holly.”

  She stands up, wipes the cum from her mouth and leans in to kiss me.

  “Let me rephrase that, you have to go.”

  She takes a step back and shakes her head. “You really are an asshole, Falcon.” She storms off and when I walk out, I see Tracey passed out on the couch with Darby standing behind her, protecting her, and Echo and Creed watching Ariel as she stands on the dining table dancing.

  “Fuck!” I start telling people to leave and they do. Soon it’s just us four and the two girls left. Ariel’s now standing, her eyes closed and dancing in circles, I’m amazed she hasn’t fallen over yet. Reaching for her, I lift her down, her eyes open and I carry her upstairs as Darby throws a blanket over Tracey. When we get to the room, Ariel starts to undress, so much so that all she’s left in is a lacy bra with matching panties.

  “You think I’m beautiful, right?”

  I nod my head and steady her as she almost falls over. “Would you sleep with me?” Her hands touch her bare stomach, and even intoxicated and slurring I still think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. No one compares to her.

  “Go to bed.” I lean over her and she reaches for me, her hands are wobbly but they manage to wrap around my shoulders as she tries to kiss me. She lands her lips on mine and it takes everything in me to pull back and tell her no.

  “We can’t.”

  “We can,” she whispers, rubbing herself on me.

  I feel dirty. I just had someone else sucking my cock and now she’s trying to touch it. I pull back fast and shake my head.

  “Don’t do that again. Goodnight, Raven.”

  She leans over and proceeds to throw everything up she drank tonight on my very expensive shoes. She wipes her mouth, and I see a tear fall free as she collapses on her bed.

  Heading downstairs the boys have already started cleaning the mess, and we continue to do so until the early hours of the morning. And when I go back to check on her, I wipe her face, which is still covered in vomit, then clean it up and pass out on her floor.

  * * *

  Now

  * * *

  “She’s angry about that night, you know?”

  I shake my head free from those memories all those many nights ago. I turn around to face Tracey.

  “I was a gentleman.”

  She nods. “I know that, now. But her thoughts on that night are clouded. Maybe you should talk to her about it? It’s the only reason she doesn’t want to be around you.”

  “I cleaned up her house, and even cleaned her vomit, she has no reason to hate me,” I say shaking my head.

  “What about how you fucked Holly in the closet? She heard about that the next day.”

  “I didn’t fuck her, her mouth fucked me. There’s a difference.”

  She waves her hand at me. “It doesn’t matter. Who’s she going to see, anyway?”

  “The guy who’s giving her the story, she’s going to his house.”

  Tracey’s mouth opens then shuts again. “Is she dating him? She never mentioned that to me.”

  “No, she’s not. She’s using him.”

  Tracey smiles. “That sounds better, you had me worried she’d fallen down the wrong rabbit hole.” Tracey walks inside and leaves me standing on her front porch.

  My cell rings as I start the walk to my car.

  “Your girl is at his house now, you don’t really have this situation handled, do you?”

  “I do,” I reply hanging up.

  I bring up the emails and send her another one, and when she doesn’t reply I throw my cell to the floor of my car and speed off. What the fuck is she doing? She’s making this more difficult than it has to be. It’s hard as fuck, and it’s a position I never wanted to be in. Why did she have to pick this story? And why the fuck is she even a reporter? I sure as shit know how to pick them, that’s for sure.

  And I didn’t even pick her, she just happens to be it. The girl who’s always been there but never really touchable, and now she is. I’ve touched her several times, and I plan to touch her more and more often. Because those lips, I could go days, fuck, even weeks kissing those lips, not to mention worshipping that body.

  I adjust my cock as I try to work out what the fuck I plan to do.

  Do I let Darby handle it? Or do I just tell her to let sleeping dogs lie? And would she even listen to me if I asked her?

  More than likely not.

  Fuck.

  14

  Ariel ‘Raven’

  Tom makes my skin crawl, and that’s an understatement. The last place I want to be is here. But tonight, I have to be here to find out more about the mysterious guy, who could possibly give my story even more life, if I can put a face to that mystery.

  “It’s a beautiful home,” I say, looking around.

  Tom nods his head. “My decorator picked everything out. I guess it’s okay, if you like this kind of thing.”

  I have no idea what he means by that, it’s a house. One that obviously cost a lot of money. He walks past, putting a martini glass in front of me, which I don’t intend to drink. He had a driver pick me up even though I tried to refuse, so my only way home now is him, which I’m not all too happy about either.

  “Well, it’s beautiful.”

  “So are you.”

  I smile at his words. Coming from a man as powerful as him, even if I don’t like him saying I am beautiful, it’s a true compliment considering he works with the sexiest women alive.

  “Is that a blush I see, Ariel?”

  I reach for the bottle of water I brought with me instead of the martini.

  He watches with cautious eyes. “You don’t like my drink?”

  “I think I’m getting sick, so water it is.” Lies, but how can I say that I don’t want to be here, let alone drink his drinks. That won’t get me far. “I can’t afford to get sick.”

  He stands, backing away as if I have the plague.

  “What about a few of those answers you promised me? Can you answer them now?”

  He shakes his head. “How about I email them to you? I’m sorry but I can’t get sick right now either.”

  I groan out loud as he walks away leaving me sitting in his sitting room all alone. I walk to the front door, but no one is there to take me home, so I start walking to the front of the driveway calling Chad, who doesn’t answer. Then Tracey, who also doesn’t answer. I don’t even know Tom’s address to call a cab, and my Google maps isn’t working, just my luck. As I try searching for his address, my cell rings and Falcon’s name flashes on the screen.

  “How’s your date?” are his first words.

  “Over.”

  “So early…” He pauses. “Where are you?”

  I look around and see nothing but trees. “I’m lost, I see trees.”

  “Where’s your car?”

  I bite my lip. “At my house.”

  He curses under his breath. “Who was your date?”

  “Tom,” I say, knowing he’ll know who it is.

  “I’ll be right there. Don’t move.” He hangs up on me and within five minutes Falcon pulls up in his car, winds the window down, and leans over so he can see me clearly. “Need a ride, hot stuff?”

  I shake my head and climb into his car. “Thank you.”

  “So, why are you out the front of Tom’s house?”

  “I said I was getting sick.”

  Falcon laughs loud. “Tom’s a health nut, he doesn’t do sick people. Won’t even go into a hospital.”

  I turn to look at him. “You know him well, then?”

  He shrugs. “You could say that. So, why were you really there? Because I know Tom the health nut isn’t your usual style.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “So, you know my style?”

  “In men. Yes. Me.”

  “You really are full of yourself, aren’t you?” I reply shaking my head. He keeps driving and passes the turnoff to my house. “Where are we going?”

  “W
ell, I’m guessing he didn’t feed you, because he would have brought you there to fuck you. Which I might add, you ruined, so I’m going to feed you.”

  “I don’t want to be fed.”

  Falcon doesn’t reply, just keeps driving. He stops when he gets to a set of apartments and walks around to let me out. They’re nice, too nice actually. I could see myself living in a place like this once I start making a decent amount of money. Until then I will continue to share a place with Chad, which I might add that I love.

  Falcon is on the first floor, and when he opens the door, he walks past me and heads straight for the huge kitchen. He pulls things out from the fridge and starts cooking. I watch in fascination and remember he always used to cook growing up with his mother in the kitchen.

  “You still cook.” I smile, remembering the way he used to smell when he would make cookies every Friday with his mother. Best cookies in the world.

  He turns after placing some garlic in the pan and nods his head. “Of course I do, I love to cook.”

  “I remember.”

  Falcon looks at me and pours us each a glass of wine, handing it to me before he turns around and continues. He starts to hum a song, and I sit there in silence as I listen to him. He makes no move to start a conversation either.

  Falcon rolls the sleeves up of his button-up shirt, and I see his muscles flex as he moves. He has a way about him that most men dream of having. A presence that demands attention even if you hate him, which I might add I slightly do. Well, I try to.

  His ass, though, which, truth be told is what I’ve been watching this whole time, is perfect. Perfectly round with buns of steel. I could bounce a nickel off that ass and it would come straight back to me.

  “Your eyes are fucking me,” he says but hasn’t turned. I look away shyly, knowing full well I just got caught checking him out. It’s going to make his ego even bigger than the world-like size it already is. “Dinner, my lady.” He places two plates in front of me. I smile at it. He cooked me pad Thai, but not just any pad Thai, his mother’s recipe that I loved to eat. Refusing to eat now is out of the question. How can I say no to such wonderful food? I honestly can’t.

  “Your mother is doing well, hey?” he asks as I take a big bite. I nod my head. “She wasn’t too happy to see me.” I then remember when the last time was that he saw her, when I tricked him into thinking I would sleep with him. I cover my mouth to avoid spitting out the food from the giggle that’s trying hard to come out. “I still have to get you back for that, by the way.”

  “Please, you won’t. You love me.” My face freezes at the words that have just left my mouth.

  He freezes and stares at my mouth.

  It takes all of two seconds for him to get up and reach for me. I don’t resist when he pulls me up, or even when he drags me to the couch that’s the size of a bed. His lips take mine as if he owns them and I’m helpless to say no anymore. How can I when tonight was so good? Not the Tom part, but the Falcon part. Not once was he an asshole and not once has he pissed me off.

  That isn’t the real reason that my legs are wrapped around him tightly, not letting him move from holding me, or even the reason that our lips can’t seem to let us breathe as they stay locked. My body pushes up against his as he hovers over me, trying to feel every inch of him. I want all that he can give me right now, and there’s no way in hell I’ll be saying no to what I know he can give me. Why would I? I have fought this attraction for long enough, and now it’s time to let it explode. And explode it fucking will.

  He pushes down, and I feel his length against my pussy. I moan into his mouth and start grinding against him so I can feel the friction. He separates our mouths and when I look up into his dark eyes, I see the want in them, the want that’s solely for me. And it gives me more power than I thought I could ever hold over him.

  “Stop that, you’re going to make me come.”

  I don’t stop. Instead, I rub more, feeling my own build-up right along with him. He tastes like white wine and pad Thai, and I never thought both could taste as intoxicating together in my life than this very moment.

  “That’s the plan, isn’t it?”

  He leans down and nips at my lip and smiles. “I guess it is,” he says smiling against my own lips. He lifts me, my legs wrap around him, and carries me to his bedroom. It takes everything in me to stop grinding on him like some humping dog, which is almost impossible until he lays me in bed and pulls away from me, making me groan out at him.

  Falcon pulls his shirt off and the tattoos move as he flexes. He reaches for his trousers, undoing them, and I watch as they drop to the floor until he’s standing in front of me completely naked. I close my legs at the size of him, and the need for him as well. I could feel him through his trousers, but seeing it is a completely different thing.

  “Why are you closing your legs, Raven?”

  “Why do you call me that?”

  “Because your hair is as black as a Raven and as beautiful. They have fast become my favorite bird.”

  “Falcons eat birds. Is that what you want to do, Falcon. You want to eat me?” I say. I sit up when he grips my legs and pulls me down to him, so we’re face to face.

  “Among other things, but first I plan to make you scream. I have all night to play with my very own prey, so why not start with the best part first.” His words send shivers up and down my spine. He carefully reaches for my dress and I move so he can lift it from my body and tosses it to the floor. I have no bra on and only a G-string, which he leans down to remove very slowly with his teeth, his tongue licking me along the way. I shiver at the contact until they also land on the floor, and we are both naked, him standing and me on his bed.

  “You are the most beautiful woman.” My stomach flips at his words. Does he say that to any other women? It sounded like he meant it, and I want to take it as he did, even if in the end I may hate him again. I want to think he means it.

  “Why don’t you stop talking and fuck me.” I don’t even recognize the words that leave my mouth.

  His eyebrow perks up and he nods his head. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He pushes me back and climbs over me. His body lowers just enough so that the weight of him isn’t too much. He places kisses along my jaw and stops when he gets to my lips. “Should I kiss you here?” he asks.

  My lips part slowly as I wait for his kiss. But it never comes.

  “Or should I kiss you here.”

  The tip of his cock touches my very wet pussy. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I reach for him, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him down so his lips have to touch mine, and I kiss him. Mouths are touching, lips hard and demanding, as I try to take as much as he can give me. I feel his cock on my clit and I try to move to pleasure myself with it, and he moans into my mouth, only pulling back to lift and look down. He reaches for his cock and I watch while separating my legs, ready for him. He looks back to me.

  When I feel him at my entrance, waiting for him to fill me up with everything he can give, I warn, “Falcon.” Lifting I wait for him.

  He smiles, leans down and touches his lips almost angel-like to mine, then pushes inside of me. I scream in pleasure as I hold him, my nails finding his shoulder blades and gripping on. He bites my shoulder and presses in further, and I do nothing but spread my legs wider.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect. Made for each other.”

  I know what he means. I’ve never been this full before, not just from his cock, but I’m crazy erratic like I can’t stop and I want more and more of him. Is this what I’ve been missing out on, or will it all change afterward?

  “Move,” I groan, hungry for more.

  He does and he lifts his head, finding my breast as his tongue makes dancing movements with my nipple. He pushes and I push back, wanting and needing as much as he can give, as much as I can give.

  “More,” I say, my head tilting back, my chest rising as he goes to my other nipple while never stopping his movements.


  “Greedy,” he whispers, lifting his mouth and grabbing my knees as he sits up with himself still inside of me. “I like your greedy cunt, Raven. Is it only greedy for me?”

  I nod fast, and he smiles at my answer and moves. Using my legs, he holds me still and fucks me raw. So much, so hard, so fast, and so perfect. When I come, I see fucking stars, and my hands clench at anything that’s nearby to help bring me down.

  “Holy—”

  “Fuck,” he says finishing the sentence for me. Somehow I didn’t even realize he’s now lying next to me with his hand on my breast like it’s his normal resting place. I move it away, and he rolls onto his side, looking at me. He’s beautiful right now, not just handsome, he’s always been that. No. Right now, he’s beautiful in the way that pains you. In the way that you know you’ll never see anyone quite as attractive as him in your life again. That’s the kind of beauty he holds.

  15

  Falcon

  She fell asleep, and total creep mode was on as I watched her sleep. Part of me was screaming to get out of this bed and run, or tell her to leave. But when I turned to look at her, I knew I couldn’t do either because I wanted her again and again. I had her three times last night, and tasted almost every part of her body that there is to taste.

  Not being able to sleep is hard. I’ve had insomnia most of my life and it isn’t fun. Looking at the time, it’s five am. I think I can wake her up now. No. I want to wake her up now. I want to have some fun, so when I do finally manage to sleep during the day it will be with dreams of her.

  My lips touch her shoulder and she moves into me still sound asleep. My fingers trail up and down her bare back, kissing along her shoulder then making my way to the corner of her lips. Her eyes flutter open, and she goes to smile, then as fast as it was there it disappears. My hand freezes on her, and she pulls away, making me drop my contact. She stands, looking around for her clothes, and when she sees her dress she pulls it over her head. “This can’t be happening,” she mutters while shaking her head.