Magic or Madness (The Wreck Me Duet #1)

FALLON

A few hours ago, I was planning a sad movie night with my roommates.

It’s a tradition we created when Mick’s two-year situationship broke things off, and now, whenever one of us goes through a breakup, sad movies and ice cream are a must. No matter how many times I assured them I was fine, they still insisted I had to cry it all out to whatever heart-wrenching rom-com Mick chose.

Instead, Ozzy crash-landed into my life, disrupting those plans and whisking me away for one night of magic.

We’ve already been vulnerable with each other, revealing our desired thoughts and traumatic pasts with our dead mothers. It’s been a hell of a ride, and it’s only the beginning.

Now, I’m staring into his eyes, sitting on his stomach with my hands on his chest, moving cautiously as I think about the consequences of what I’m about to do.

One kiss was enough to upend my entire life, launching me into a series of events that have me questioning my sanity.

But when I look at him, hear his voice, or feel his touch, all the tiny shouting in my head that tells me I’m crazy is silenced, and I feel at ease with my choice to be here with him.

Still, there’s a difference between spending the night with him, and completely giving myself to this man, with zero regard for how this could very well wreck me , as he put it.

“Come here and kiss me,” he says in a low voice, inviting me closer with a wiggle of his finger.

Fuck .

He looks like a God laying in this massive bed, his curly hair splayed across the mattress, and his devilish grin baiting me into a battle against myself.

Brain or heart.

A smart girl who draws a boundary line or a dumbass who jumps at the thought of fucking someone this gorgeous.

I press my body against him, resting my hand on his cheek. His pupils are blown, showing just how much he wants me, and fuck , I want this too.

Slowly, I press my lips against his, and all my rational thinking flies out the window. He parts my lips with his tongue, and instantly, we’re fighting for dominance. His hands are rough against my skin, and his fingertips feel like they’re made of flames, leaving little spurts of heat wherever they touch.

Ozzy breaks our lips apart, breathing heavily as his eyes lock into mine.

“You’re incredible, Fallon,” he whispers, stroking my cheek gently.

“I want you.” I fire back, tangling my hands in his wild mane of curls.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to pressure you.” He peppers my cheeks with kisses, trailing down my neck.

He wraps a hand around my throat, tilting my head to the side and sucking on my delicate flesh, lighting a fire inside me.

Soft moans escape my lips as he strengthens his grip, cutting off my ability to breathe easily.

“I won’t be gentle, Bambi,” he whispers when I don’t pull away or tell him to stop, and he starts lightly biting my earlobe, causing me to swallow against his palm.

His eyes light up, watching as I try to form words around his hand, and he slightly lets up, giving me the chance to finally speak.

“ Wreck me, Ozzy ,” I choke out, and his demeanor changes with my consent.

In a swift motion he lets go of my throat, sitting me up, ripping my shirt into shreds, and tearing it off my body. My breasts are exposed, and he wastes no time unclasping my bra, revealing my bare chest.

“Oh, fuck , Fallon,” he says, biting his lip as his eyes roam my body.

Ozzy takes my breasts in his hand, roughly pinching my nipples, causing me to tip my head back and take in a deep breath.

My senses are squished together, my ears are ringing, and my eyes are heavy. Time feels like it’s stopped, just for us, and every moment feels like a lifetime.

He tugs at the waistband of my jeans, and I nod, letting him take them off.

Suddenly, the only piece of clothing covering me is my pink panties, and he hasn’t taken anything off. It’s as if I’m his art project, displayed for him to look at as he sees fit, and I’ve never felt more comfortable with my clothes off.

Ozzy makes me feel beautiful.

“No need for these,” he groans, ripping my underwear so hard the fabric splits, and he tosses them on the floor.

I rest on my elbows, not wanting to miss a single second, and watching intently while he slides down the bed, staring at me with a primal look in his eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, Bambi. Show me your pretty pussy,” he commands, never taking his eyes off me.

I do as he asks, laying flat on the bed and opening my legs as wide as they can go. He bites his lip, cursing under his breath before reaching out and brushing his fingers around my entrance.

“Already so wet, is that for me?” He asks, and I nod, the embarrassment slowly creeping in.

I’ve never had someone look at me like Ozzy has, and nobody has given me the level of dirty talk that he is, which is turning me on beyond anything I’ve ever felt.

He was right when he said he’d wreck me because there’s no way anyone could compare to how I feel right now – almost desperate for him to touch me again – and we haven’t even had sex yet.

“Has anyone ever made you cum by eating your pussy?” He teases me by dipping one finger inside me, and slowly taking it back out, causing my toes to curl with pure excitement.

“Uh, I’ve never been … nobody has ever … done that for me before,” I whisper, the heat flooding my cheeks.

His eyes snap up to find mine, a level of concern flashing across his face.

“Your choice in boys is alarming, my beautiful girl . It’s okay, I’ll take good care of you,” he smirks, laying flat on the bed, his mouth inches away from me.

His breaths give me goosebumps, and I’m so turned on, flushed with anticipation and nerves.

My hands grip the comforter, bracing for impact, and when his tongue flutters across my clit for the first time, I gasp, not expecting how warm his mouth is.

He sucks, nibbles, and licks me fiercely, every single nerve in my body on fire, and I can’t control the moans that escape my lips. These aren’t the fake noises I had to make with Bryce, these are real, and I’m actually on the verge of an orgasm.

“Oh, Ozzy. I’m so close,” I breathe, and I feel him smile against my sensitive skin.

“Not yet, Bambi.” His voice drops octaves lower as he stops in his tracks and looks up at me with hunger in his eyes.

I let out a small whine, desperate to feel any form of friction he has to offer.

“Please,” I whimper, and he bites his lip, slowly inserting two fingers inside me.

My hips buck in response, and he crooks his fingers just enough to make me scream, the roughness of his pace building tension throughout my body.

“That’s it, Bambi. Scream for me. Louder ,” he commands, inserting a third finger, making me arch my back, and let out a yelp that echoes in this empty room.

With his free hand, he rubs my clit, sending me into overdrive. My breaths are rapid, and the room is filled with the sounds of my cries and moans, so loud that I couldn’t try to be quiet if I tried.

“Look at you, falling apart on this bed like such a good girl. You’re beautiful like this, Fallon,” he whispers, and I’m done for.

“Oh my god, Ozzy Don’t stop. Please,” I beg, and he graciously lets me finish this time, ending the cat and mouse game he was playing before.

My vision is filled with stars, and the ringing in my ears is so loud I can’t even hear my own thoughts. I’m launched into the first real orgasm I’ve ever had, and I’m so high I feel like my body is floating.

“Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect ,” he groans, sitting me up and gently leaving soft kisses all over my face.

“Wow, that was fucking intense,” I whisper, watching the twisted sense of pleasure dance across his face.

“I’m not done with you yet. That was only the beginning,” he teases, kissing me harder this time.

I decide to take the lead, lifting his shirt over his head, and trailing my hands across his hard chest. I leave kisses around his pecs, and down his abs, feeling his tight muscles everywhere my hands can touch. Suddenly, he takes my hair in his fist, jerking me upward to look into his eyes.

“ Fuck, Fallon . Have you sucked cock before?” He asks bluntly, and I run my hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Did you like it?”

“Not really, no,” I say honestly, and it looks like I crushed his dreams, his body instantly deflating with my honesty. “I’ll try, though.”

He shakes his head, bringing his lips to mine.

“You’re incredible. I’ll go easy on you, at first.” He releases my hair while I drag my nails down his abdomen until I reach the belt buckle of his jeans, slowly undoing it, and ripping the leather through the loops.

I take my time with the button and zipper, loving the feeling of control and power in my veins.

He groans with anticipation, and a small smile crosses my lips.

I undo his jeans, slowly dragging the denim over his thighs, and down his legs until they pass his ankles, and I throw them to the floor.

The only thing between us is his black boxers, and I work those down in the same fashion until his cock is freed.

Ozzy takes my hair in his fist again, guiding me as I open my mouth, and wrap my lips around his tip. He moans loudly the second I make contact with his skin, tipping his head back as I work my tongue up and down his length.

“Touch yourself, Bambi. Touch that pretty pussy while you suck my cock,” he urges, and I do as he says.

My body is so sensitive after my first orgasm that it doesn’t take me long to start feeling the tension building again. It’s even more heightened as I take Ozzy deep in my throat, nearly choking on the length of him.

“Fucking Christ, Fallon. You’re doing so good,” he moans, thrusting into my mouth as I reach my second orgasm.

I pull away from him, my body shaking from the pleasure I gave myself, and my face flushes red as I realize he’s had his eyes glued on me the entire time.

“Ozzy …” I breathe, but he shakes his head, holding a finger to my lips.

“Did you make yourself cum?” He asks, and I nod, slightly nervous about admitting that.

I’m relatively new to the idea of sex feeling good, but with Ozzy, I feel free to explore this side of it, even if I’m afraid to admit some things.

“Do you want to keep going, or was that enough for tonight?” He gently caresses my face, making it a point to check on me, ensuring I’m still comfortable with what we're doing.

Even though I was just taking him down my throat, he’s more concerned about how I’m feeling. I’ve never had anyone ask me if I was okay, or for my consent, and I don’t know if it's the two orgasms fogging my brain, or if the emotions are taking over, but tears start to well in my eyes.

I rush to wipe them away, but Ozzy notices, and immediately pulls me to him.

“It’s okay, Fallon. I’m fine stopping here. I don’t want you to feel like we have to do anything else,” he whispers, cocooning my body against his and stroking my hair as the tears fall faster.

“It’s not that, Ozzy. I’ve never had anyone say those things to me, and it’s so fucking stupid for me to cry about, but I can’t stop,” I confess, and he tilts my chin, his eyes frantically searching mine.

We’re both silent as he wipes my tears with one thumb, his other arm still tightly wrapped around me.

“I don’t understand, are you saying nobody has ever gotten your consent beforehand?” He questions, his body tense as he waits for my answer.

“No. Bryce kind of just expected me to be fine with it and before that … I never had a choice,” I say softly, biting my lip to keep myself from crying even harder as those memories begin to make their way back into my mind.

“I will gut the person who stole from you, do you understand me? Tell me everything,” he orders, but I shake my head, not wanting to bring up any more of my past while we're both naked.

“Ozzy, please. I don’t want to talk about this, not tonight,” I beg, and he reluctantly agrees, but I know we’ll be circling back.

He doesn’t seem like the type to let things go, and I’m already so comfortable with him that I may just confess my darkest secrets.

“Come here, Bambi. Lay with me,” he says, and I snuggle under his arm while he pulls the blankets over us, and I feel safe here with him.

No man has ever made me feel safe, and it’s a big deal for me to trust him, but I do. With my whole heart, I trust Ozzy.

“You’re changing my life, you know that?”

“I can’t let you go, Fallon. Tomorrow, when you want to leave and go back to your life, I’m going to be ripped apart without you,” Ozzy confesses, and my heart hurts hearing the emotion in his voice.

“I don’t want to leave you. One night isn’t enough,” I whisper, rubbing my hands on his abs, trailing down toward his exposed cock.

“Fallon —” he starts, but I shush him with my lips, pulling him down to me with my free hand.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I say seductively against his lips, and he switches back into a force to be reckoned with.

He reaches down and slaps my thighs, making me spread my legs open, and he dips two fingers inside me while I stroke his cock, both of us moaning softly between kisses.

“Baby, please. I need you,” I beg, and he bites my lower lip hard, reminding me that he isn’t going to take it easy.

“Get on top of me, Bambi. I want to watch you fuck me, riding me until you cum all over my cock,” he commands, slapping my pussy with force as I yelp from the sting and place my hands on his chest.

He guides me down until his tip breaches my entrance, and I instantly cry out, feeling how he stretches me as I lower myself all the way down, filling my core.

“Oh, my god,” I moan, rolling my hips, and feeling him in every part of me.

“ There’s no God here, Fallon. Just me and you, ” he groans, grabbing my hips and guiding me as I bounce on him.

“I’ll worship you then,” I whisper, biting my lip, watching as his eyes are glued to me while I ride him.

He starts thrusting as I roll my hips, speeding up the pace and pounding into me so hard, I’m shaking.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look, perched on top of me like this is your throne, Bambi? Cum for me, give me everything you’ve got.” He bites both my nipples, causing me to scream his name. “ Louder , Fallon. Let everyone know what I’m doing to you, how good I make you feel.”

I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs and grinding on his cock, my body trembling in ways I’ve never felt before. He rubs his fingers on my clit, adding another layer to my pleasure, and sending me into overdrive.

“Ozzy, please don’t stop,” I cry, my body shaking and my vision going hazy.

He doesn’t let up until I’m begging him for mercy, practically in tears from how hard my body is convulsing against his.

“Come here, my beautiful girl ,” he whispers, laying me next to him, our faces inches from each other.

“You were right,” I breathe, stroking his cheek lazily with two fingers.

He pries my legs apart with his thigh, slowly sliding his cock back inside me, and I can feel how sore I am already from how big he is.

“Yeah, how so?” He muses, gently thrusting into me, but never taking his eyes off mine.

“You wrecked me. Nothing will ever top this.” Ozzy wraps a hand around my throat, pressing his lips to mine, and kissing me with hunger.

When we kiss, it steals my ability to breathe, and I’m already so dangerously consumed by him. I want nothing more than to stay just like this, our bodies together, our lips connected, and our hearts open for each other.

“Fallon, you’re fucking perfect, do you know that?” I can feel his body tensing up with each word, his thrusts becoming erratic and haphazard as he chases his own release.

I decide to try my hand at the dirty talk, making another uncharacteristically bold move, hoping it’ll make him finish as it did for me.

“Come on, Ozzy, fuck me harder, please,” I beg, and his grip tightens around my throat.

“You like it when I pound into you, claiming you as my girl?” He groans, his movements slowing down, and his breathing regulating back to normal.

“Yes, baby. I want to be yours .”

We lay together for a long time, neither of us willing to move an inch. Our bodies are still exposed, but by the time the sun comes up, we’ve let our hearts show, inviting each other inside and sharing the darkest parts of ourselves.

I learned that Ozzy has been with his crew for years, and they’re a big band of misfits, but they're close like brothers.

In turn, I told him all about my mom, omitting the parts about my stepfather for now, and how hard it was for me to start fresh in a new place. He held me while I cried, and offered solace in his ability to relate to my pain.

Mick and Rae don’t know about my mother or the struggles we faced as I grew up. The only person in this world who knows what I endured, is Ozzy.

My alarm rings, signaling that I need to start moving my ass or I’ll be late for work, and considering Ozzy ruined my shirt and panties, I’ll need to stop home first.

We’re having a hard time dealing with our impending separation, to say the least. Our worlds collided in a crazy happenstance, and we’re struggling with going back to the way our lives were twenty-four hours ago, before we spent the night together.

“Please, stay with me again tonight, Fallon. Come back to me.”

“My friends, Rae and Mick, are going to be all over me. They’re very protective,” I say, but he pulls me back into his arms, peppering kisses on my cheek.

“Introduce me to them. I’ll charm them, make sure they know you’re safe with me,” he teases, and I’m mentally weighing the options, not sure how to approach a situation like this.

On one hand, I just met this guy, and it’s probably too soon to introduce him to my friends, but, Ozzy isn’t just a random guy, or a one-night stand.

“Okay, that’s fair. I met your friends, you might as well meet mine.” He’s always touching me, whether it be a full body hug, or tracing small circles on my skin, and I love every second where our bodies are connected.

“I’ll pick you up after work?”

“I work at Keith’s shop downtown,” I laugh, realizing we skipped over that pleasantry, and he digs around until he finds something suitable for me to wear home.

Ozzy helps me get dressed, his t-shirt nearly reaching my knees, and leads me out into the main area. All his roommates are sitting in the same places they were last night, all eyes on us.

The cheering starts, the boys chanting Ozzy’s name, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“I’m surprised she can walk after all that fucking you two did!” Max shouts, and I can’t believe I was that loud.

I’m terrified that I’ve left a terrible impression, so much so that it makes my stomach turn. They probably think I’m a slut, or I was just an easy fuck, and I’m not used to people thinking things like that about me.

“She’s a screamer!” The quiet one laughs, and Ozzy’s hand squeezes mine so hard, it starts to hurt.

“You’re all just jealous that you slept alone last night,” I say, shutting them up before Ozzy loses his mind.

He bends down, kissing me on the cheek, and with that, the boys go back to minding their own business. A few of them are scrolling on their phones, while the one who was driving last night abruptly stands, and heads toward what I can assume is his office-turned-room.

“You amaze me,” he says, squeezing my hand a little tighter, leading me into their makeshift kitchen, which was likely an employee break room before they arrived.

“How do you take your coffee?” I ask, grabbing us each a mug from the cabinet.

“I don’t drink coffee, actually. But let me make yours.”

“Such a gentleman. A little sugar and whatever cream is in the fridge are fine. Thank you, Ozzy,” I smile, watching him work in the kitchen, his body like a perfectly sculpted work of fucking art.

His hair is tangled and messy from my hands being in it for most of the night, and his back muscles flex as he fixes my coffee, but I’m fixated on his tattoos.

They're intricate, all intertwined to form what looks like a dragon, and I want to trace every line with my fingers, memorizing each detail of the design.

The morning eventually passes, and although breakfast with the guys was fun, I have to get back to my apartment. I wave goodbye to everyone, thanking them for letting me keep them up all night, and Ozzy’s cheeks turn a shade of bright pink I haven’t yet seen.

I love seeing him flustered, it’s a completely welcome change from the tough, muscle man facade he seems to put on for his friends.

Our time is running out, but Ozzy drives me home in his truck, holding my hand the entire time as I give him directions and we keep learning more facts about one another.

“Wait, you live here?” He whips his head in my direction so fast I’m afraid he’s torn a muscle, a seriousness in his voice that wasn’t there two seconds ago.

“Yeah, third floor, apartment three, the three girls. A triple threat,” I laugh, but he doesn’t think I’m so funny.

“Fucking Christ,” he mutters, slamming his fist on the steering wheel.

Involuntarily, I jump at his outburst, my guard immediately going up as I wait for an explanation, but it doesn’t come so easily. Yelling and slamming things don’t impress me whatsoever, so maybe I’m seeing the sides of him that I need to, before whatever this is, goes too far.

“What is it, Ozzy?” He sighs deeply, like he’s debating if he should be honest with me, and I wait until his somber eyes meet mine, the uncertainty he’s carrying taking center stage.

“We pulled a job here last night. That’s how I ended up running into you at the coffee shop,” he confesses, and my heart drops into my stomach.

“Did you hurt someone?”

“No, absolutely not, Bambi. It was just a simple recovery for a client, and we may have trashed the apartment a bit, but we didn’t hurt anyone, I promise.” He looks into my eyes, and even though I probably shouldn’t, I believe him.

I heard a quote somewhere, something like, it’s what’s behind the eyes that counts , and at this moment, I can see every sin this man has ever committed, but lying to me isn’t one of those things.

“Would you tell me if you did?” I whisper, testing this connection I think we’ve formed.

“Fallon, I’d tell you absolutely anything.” He kisses my forehead gently, and all my doubts about him fly out the window, again.

This is real.

“I don’t know how to walk away from you right now, baby,” I confess, feeling my heart shredding in two.

One piece for him to keep, the other staying put in my chest, missing its other half.

“I’ll see you soon, Bambi.” He pulls me in for one last kiss that could hold me over for a lifetime, but luckily, I only have to wait a few hours until he’s back in my arms.

I know that I’m in for it from my roommates, and I’m prepared to face the firing squad when I walk in the door. Sure enough, both girls are waiting in the kitchen as soon as I turn my key in the lock.

“What the absolute fuck, Fal?” Mick yells, immediately throwing a pillow at me.

“What happened to an hour, tops?” Rae chimes in, and both their jaws drop when they see the state I’m in when I fully walk through the door.

My hair is probably knotted in every direction, on top of the messy bun I was already sporting, my neck aches in various places, and I can only imagine the marks Ozzy left behind.

Obviously, I’m wearing his clothes, a sure sign that something happened between us.

“You fucking bitch. You slept with him?” Rae shrieks, sitting on the couch and waiting for the details.

Mick is less enthusiastic, rolling her eyes at me, and clearly pissed off with my choices.

“I did. It was … so damn good, too,” I laugh, and Mick starts to thaw, but only slightly as she stands with her arms crossed.

“Fallon, this is insanity. You just met this guy.”

I shake them off, knowing that would be their exact argument because it’s the same thoughts I’ve had since the moment our eyes met in the diner.

The last few days have spun me around, and twisted up my thoughts, but also, I feel like the universe swallowed me up, and spit me out as a brand new person. I was meant to meet Ozzy, for what has yet to be determined, but I know it’s more than just a hookup. He’s drawn to me, just as much as I am to him, and I’m thoroughly convinced it’s because of a greater purpose, something only the two of us could only ever understand.

“Listen, he’s picking me up tonight and coming to spend the night here. You two can grill him, us, all you want. I already went through the wringer with his friends last night, but for now, let me ride the high he left me with?” I bargain, and they both reluctantly agree, their eyes nearly popping at the hickies I can feel cascading along my skin.

“Do we have to listen to you guys fuck all night?” Rae asks, always the mom of the group, but ready to bring the comedic relief in tense situations.

“Probably, uh, he really likes it when I scream,” I giggle, my face burning with heat, and likely turning bright red.

“Fallon!” They scream in unison, but I turn toward the bathroom, eager to wash the remnants of last night off my body.

My friends are all I’ve got, and I appreciate their concern, but I’m not afraid of Ozzy. The only thing that scares me is how fast I could possibly fall in love with him. He won’t hurt me, and after one night together, I trust him with my life.