Magic or Madness (The Wreck Me Duet #1)

OZZY

TWO MONTHS LATER

The feeling that I’m being watched creeps in again as Fallon and I walk hand-in-hand by the river, but when I look over my shoulder, there’s nothing.

I expect to hear something, or see someone, but maybe, I’m just out of my fucking mind.

“There’s nobody following us, Ozzy.” She reassures, squeezing me a bit tighter, dragging me along like I’m her puppy.

I sigh, shaking my head, and focusing my attention back to the beautiful woman next to me.

That signature purple hair falls down her back in waves, slightly blowing in the breeze, and I can see the dimples indenting her cheeks, my absolute favorite smile in the world.

“I’m going mental, Bambi. I’m beginning to think I’m being haunted,” I confess, my hands shaking as the words leave my lips.

It’s been weeks of this constant dread looming over me, or whispers in the dark that jolt me awake, and the sense of being followed that has me on high alert.

Fallon is the only one who knows what I’ve been struggling with, and she’s been my soldier, fighting against this unknown threat that’s been bringing me down.

“Have you had any more nightmares?” She asks, stopping in the middle of the trail.

“Not since the last one.” I brush the hair out of her face, admiring her beautiful brown eyes.

Whenever I need comfort, clarity, or a reality check, Fallon’s eyes are my home.

“You have to sleep to have nightmares, baby.” She cocks her eyebrow, and I fold, there’s no use in hiding things from her.

“I’ll sleep tonight, promise.”

She softens, wrapping her arms around my neck, her lips dangerously close to mine.

“Promise me, Oswaldo,” she repeats, and my armor falls.

“Alright, Bambi. I will get some sleep tonight, I promise you. Will you use the oils and rub my back?” I ask, placing quick kisses on her jawline.

Since the nightmares began, Fallon has been doing everything she can to help me sleep, or holding me when they feel a little too real.

She’s my anchor, and without her, I’d be a fucking walking disaster.

Sometimes, just to ease her worried mind I lie to her, saying I slept a few hours, instead of admitting that staring at the ceiling for hours and listening to her snore is better than the alternative.

“Of course. Is this still between us?”

“Please?” I beg, and she rests her head on my shoulder.

“I would feel better if you told someone else, maybe Olly? He’s so worried about you,” she counters, but I’m just not ready for anyone else to know what’s been going on inside my mind.

“Not yet. Give me the couple of days we talked about. I know it’ll pass once Masha’s date does. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” I stroke her hair, holding her as tightly as I can because if there is one thing I know, I cannot lose Fallon.

She’s my rock and can read my mind better than I can. In the two months we’ve lived together, she’s become an empath, studying my body language and thoughts so well that sometimes, I barely know what I’m thinking, but she’s already clued in.

“Alright, I’m done. You know I just worry about you,” she says softly, pulling out of our embrace to look into my eyes.

“I know, Fallon. You’re my saving grace, I’d never fault you for taking care of me.” I smile, and she takes my hand, leading us to our spot.

There’s a small clearing between the river and trees with a fallen log that’s perfect for watching the river, and it’s become our small slice of heaven in this fucked up world.

So much has changed since she moved into the dealership with us, and at the same time, it always feels like the very first night we spent together.

My obsession with her hasn’t faded since she quit the body shop, moved in, and centered her world around me. Every time we touch, the fireworks still go off, and I’m just as weak for her as I was in that diner so many months ago.

Our honeymoon phase is never-ending, and I’m still the luckiest man who ever lived, the same way I felt the day our eyes locked and we decided to never let go.

“What’re you thinking about?”

I look down at her, tucked under my arm, and the blood rushes to my cheeks, knowing that she can feel it when my mind trails off.

“You. The first day at the diner.” I kiss her forehead, unable to resist the urge to show her a small bit of affection.

I’ve never been this way with anyone, where I constantly crave their presence, but with Fallon, I always have a hand, or my lips, on her. It brings me peace, having her an arms length away.

“God, that feels like a lifetime ago. You were so obsessed with me,” she jokes, that sarcastic tone in her voice creeping out, and I tickle the spot under her ribcage.

“You’re the one who followed me, Bambi,” I tease, and she giggles, a sound I could listen to on a loop forever.

“You’ve still never told me why,” she says, and I sit her up, looking into her eyes.

“You know why. I was drawn to you like some magnetic force was pulling us together.”

“No. Why Bambi ? I love it, don’t get me wrong,” she starts, and I place a finger on her lips, effectively shushing her before I confess my first thoughts of her.

“Your eyes. You wanted to be around me, but at the same time, you looked like a baby deer in headlights. Those big, beautiful, brown eyes had me hooked from the second I saw you across the room. The only thing I could think of was Bambi, the baby doe from the movie,” I admit, and I watch as she bites her lip, a telltale sign that she’s trying not to cry.

“You’re lying.”

“Never, Fallon. I didn’t even know your name, but the only thing that consumed my mind was one word: Bambi .”

“Ozzy … you get less real the more I fall in love with you, you know that?” She asks, and I nod in agreement.

“Sacred prayer.”

“Like an oath,” she replies, locking our fingers together in the place where we have matching tattoos.

It was impulsive, but the best, and drunkest, idea Fallon had ever had.

We chose a simple ‘O’ on the inside of her ring finger, and an ‘F’ on the inside of mine. When we lock our fingers together, the initials touch and since it was her first tattoo, it meant more than anything to both of us.

“Let’s go home?” She locks her arm into mine, our steps falling into perfect sync.

“Look up!” She squeals as she jumps up and down, and when I do, I see the most wonderful thing.

Tiny snowflakes fall from the sky all around us, glistening as they drop a white blanket on the treetops, and just when I thought Fallon was crazy, she proved me right. It’s been freezing fucking cold, but she swore that snow was coming, and here it is, covering us in our own winter wonderland.

Something about her intuition keeps me guessing. She believes in things that only exist in vibes and feelings, but in these moments where she’s right, I dedicate myself to her beautiful mind even more.

We race back to the truck, cranking the heat as we desperately try to warm up against this icy storm, and she whispers sweet nothings against my chest that warms the darkest parts of my soul.

As the sun goes down, we head back to the dealership, and Fallon immediately resumes her place as the house mother, checking on everyone and stirring the dinner she made in a crockpot.

She loves cooking for us out of that thing, using it nearly every day, and we devour whatever she makes every time. Oliver is her assistant chef, always pitching in, taking grocery shopping trips, and giving her new ideas.

He’s the only one I trust with Fallon, knowing that if anything were to happen he’d protect her before himself. They bicker like brother and sister nonstop, but more often than not, they’re laughing and sharing stories.

If Fallon has one person besides me, it’s Oliver. I don’t worry about him crossing any boundaries or attempting to hit on her, and their friendship is as genuine as they come.

She’s made friends with Lex, too, but that’s because of Pepper, his girlfriend.

When he brought her back from the club a few months ago we thought she was just a one-night stand, but she’s been here nearly every day, and she’s actually fun to hang around.

Of course, she doesn’t fit in with our band of misfits, but her stark contrast in personality compared to the rest of us is a welcome change of pace.

Max has slowly eased up on Fallon, not fully accepting of her just yet, but he’s friendly, and that’s better than where we started.

The only one who keeps his distance is Journey, and for good reason. Since Fallon pulled a gun on him, I don’t think he’s said more than two words to her at once, but I still catch him staring at her occasionally. I’ve got him under a microscope, and if he makes one wrong move, or dares to touch her body again, I’ll be the one pointing the gun this time.

“Dinner!” Fallon calls out, and everyone crowds around as she scoops soup into their bowls.

I take the ladle from her, fixing hers while she sits down with everyone else, but just as I turn toward the common area, a loud voice rings through my head, and I’m frozen.

The screaming in my head is sending shockwaves through my body, almost paralyzing me, and I can’t make it stop. I squeeze my eyes shut, begging for relief, and finally, I feel soft hands on my face, jolting me back to reality.

When I open my eyes, Fallon is holding me, her lips moving but I can’t hear a word she’s saying. My ears are ringing, but the high-pitched, desperate screams are gone.

“Ozzy, look at me.” I blink furiously through blurry eyes, attempting to readjust my focus and come back to my senses.

The panic and fear creep in, and I begin to feel as if I’ve lost all control over my body.

“Fallon, I can’t …” The words escape me, my mind is in shambles, but when I feel her arms around me, I feel safe.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. Just breathe with me,” she whispers, the ringing finally stopping so I can hear her.

“Fallon, what happened?” I look around the room and realize the bowl I was carrying shattered on the floor, its contents splattered everywhere.

“You’re okay, come sit with me.” She takes my hand, squeezing gently as I come back into reality, and I follow her lead to the couch.

My body is trembling, and when I spread my fingers I can see how hard my hands are shaking.

“You alright, Oz?” Lex asks, and I have to clear my throat to stuff down the shakiness I feel in my body.

“Got a little dizzy I guess.” I shrug it off, putting up a tough-guy exterior, but I feel Fallon’s eyes on me, like if she looks away, I may crumble into dust.

I know that once we’re alone she’ll want to dissect this, talking me through every small detail until she’s satisfied that I’m okay. It’s the same song and dance. I'll smile, assuring her that it was nothing, but in reality, I’m beginning to think something is seriously wrong inside my head.

I swear, the screams sounded exactly like Masha's, and I can’t get past how eerily similar it sounded, almost like she was standing right next to me.

Next week is the anniversary of her death, and I can’t push the guilt out of my mind, it’s all-consuming, and exhausting. If she’s haunting me, I deserve it, and I realize that it’s the only way I can be close to her.

We all deal with the day of her death in our own ways, never really talking about her, or the ways losing her affected us, but I have a feeling Fallon is going to try to change that this year.

I’ve been opening up more, talking about her with Fallon, but it doesn’t make living without her any easier.

Everyone chatters around me, but I couldn’t tell you what they’re talking about. I’m stuck in my own head so much that I don’t even process when Fallon laces her fingers through mine, leading us back to our room. My body is on auto-pilot, and I’m barely in control of myself.

“Come here,” she says as she pulls me onto the bed.

I glance around the room, finding comfort in all the photos of us framed on the walls. Some of them are of us kissing, or smiling at the camera, but my favorite is the one smack in the middle. Pepper took a candid shot of us when we were walking by the river, our hands were intertwined, and we were smiling at each other, completely unaware of the fact that our picture was being taken.

It encompasses our dynamic and captures the love we have for each other. Both our eyes are sparkling as we gaze at each other, and our smiles are radiant. It’s the photo on my phone’s lock screen, and I keep a copy in my wallet. Nothing will ever compare to the love I carry for this girl, and she’s the only reason I haven’t gone completely off the deep end.

“I’m sorry, Bambi. I know you hate covering for me,” I whisper as she rakes her fingers through my hair.

“I hate watching you suffer, Ozzy. Your mental health is so fragile, and I can’t stand by and watch you deteriorate. You’re not sleeping, eating, or relaxing at any point in the day, and it’s taking its toll,” she says gently, delivering the harshest blows with a hushed tone in her voice.

Fallon is always so tender, even when the conversations are heavy, her approach is always soft and sweet, even when I don’t deserve it.

“I’m hearing Masha’s screams in my head now. I’m so messed up and I don’t know what to do,” I confess with tears slipping down my cheeks.

“I have an idea, okay? Hear me out, but we should go to visit Masha. I think it will help you – all of you – during this emotional time. Maybe help you absolve your guilt and get some closure,” she proposes, and as painful as that sounds, she may be right.

There’s a makeshift memorial in our hometown for Masha, something we came up with to honor her after her family took her remains back to her home state.

“I don’t think everyone will be up for it,” I argue, but she shuts me down instantly.

“We have no jobs right now. Everyone is going, or we don’t go at all.” Her confidence is admirable, along with her ability to read people, and I lean into her softer side.

“Okay, let’s do it. Let’s go home,” I say, and she snuggles into my arms, kissing my cheek ever so gently.

“This is going to be good for you, for everyone. I really believe that,” she whispers, her breath dancing across my cheek as she settles against my embrace.

“I’d be nothing without you, Bambi.”

For the rest of the night, I let her have her way with me. She uses every trick in the book to get me to sleep, the massage oils relax my body, and her fingers work magic on the tension in my shoulders, neck, and lower back.

I watch as she scoops some kind of sleeping potion into a glass of water, admiring her dedication and determination to help me get a few hours of rest.

The final piece is placed when she rests her head on my chest and wraps her arms around my midsection.

This is when I feel the safest.

Maybe tonight, the nightmares will be held at bay, just this once, so I can hold her a little longer.

All I truly need is my beautiful girl, my Bambi.

It’s a road trip for the history books, as all seven of us are packed into this van, heading home .

Somehow, Fallon managed to convince everyone that this trip was important, bigger than life itself, and mandatory. They barely blinked, helping her with the travel plans, finding a house big enough, and creating the perfect itinerary for driving. She surprised me yet again, but deep down, she might be right, and this could be good for all of us.

Lex insisted that Pepper come with us, and it’s a long way from where we started, but nobody has an objection.

After this trip, she’s a part of us too, and I think it’s a perfect fit.

Our drive is nearly seven hours long, taking us back to Jacksonville. Fallon has never been to Florida, and I plan to take her on that beach day I promised her months ago. We’re only in town for three days, but I will make time for her dream date.

“You okay?” She gently squeezes my hand and I nod in response, allowing her to fall back into her book.

I’ve never seen anyone read in a moving car without throwing up, but of course, in true Fallon fashion, she finds new ways to impress me.

“Oh, there’s another one! It’s New Jersey. Mark it down, Alexander!” Pepper squeals with her face pressed against the window.

“Got it. That’s twelve so far, Pepperoni .”

I have to bite my lip to hold back my laughter because Lex and Pepper’s relationship is like a live-action comedy show. Their dynamic is so strange, but it works for them. Of all the nicknames in the world, he calls her Pepperoni, and I can’t take either of them seriously when I’m within earshot.

I glance at Fallon, who’s hiding her smile behind her book, and it’s almost enough to make me break. Sometimes, we mock them in private, and I know if I look at her one more time, I’ll lose my composure.

“Hey Chef, I’m thinking of baked ziti tonight, how does that sound?” Oliver calls out, tossing her his phone.

“Fine with me, everyone needs to agree on one or two meats first, though.” She skims the recipe and jots down a quick shopping list, smiling as she’s well aware of the chaos that will ensue.

If there’s one thing for certain, two things for sure, it’s that we cannot come to a consensus when it comes to choosing food. More often than not, Fallon and Oliver have to become the tiebreaker, and they love every second of the anarchy they cause.

“Anything but beef!” Max shouts from the driver’s seat.

“What about sausage?” Oliver suggests, but Pepper objects. “We could do veggies, or meatless.”

“Sweetheart, you can’t suggest meatless when I call you pepperoni,” Lex teases, and she twirls her blonde hair around her finger.

“I’ll take your meat any day, handsome, but we never eat vegetables!”

We all groan, telling them to get a room, but they go at it like animals in the middle row.

This banter continues for nearly an hour before Fallon puts the final word in.

“How about chicken cutlets? It’ll be like bite-sized chicken parmesan.” Everyone immediately jumps on board, and just like that, it’s settled.

The grin that creeps across her face is machiavellian – a new word she taught me during one of our study sessions.

Because of Fallon, I’ve learned about a variety of topics, including a short lesson on Greek mythology, but my favorite thing we test our knowledge on is languages.

Whether it’s English or Italian, I love the endless amount of new words that can be learned. Some I’ve never heard of, some I’ve been misusing, and some that are so out of left field that I have to triple-check their definition. I wasn’t good in school, barely passing classes to graduate, and never had the motivation to sit down and take it seriously, but for some reason, Fallon brings it out in me.

I find myself willing her to break out the vocabulary trivia, finding every excuse to quiz her on the new words she’s taught me. The battle to surprise each other with random facts gets heated and I’m always on the hunt for something that can stump her.

At first, I teased her about being a nerd, but now, we both embrace it. Knowledge is powerful, and there’s nothing wrong with soaking up every ounce of power when you get the chance.

“Are you nervous about going home?” Fallon whispers, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Not so much. It’s a dangerous area, though. You don’t go anywhere without me or Oliver,” I say firmly, and she nods.

“I wouldn’t dare.” She bites her lip, teasing me with that seductive smile.

“Watch it, smart mouth .” I trail my hand along her inner thigh, brushing my fingers between her legs slightly, just enough to hear her inhale a sharp breath.

“Remember, two can play,” she breathes, palming her hand over the bulge in my jeans.

“You’re getting yourself into trouble, Bambi.” I tilt her chin upward, hovering my lips over hers.

“ Bring it .”

I close my eyes, resisting the urge to bend her over my knee right here in this van.

Instead, I gently kiss her lips, letting her tongue dance with mine long enough to hear that quiet little moan she lets out, and I bite down on her bottom lip, drawing the slightest bit of blood.

She swipes her tongue along the drops that have pooled, and her breathing intensifies.

We share a look, one that only either of us could decipher, and I smile, knowing that I’ve got her trapped.

She wouldn’t dare make a move in this crowded van, and although messing around in public is one of our favorite pastimes, we like to keep it private when it comes to the crew.

“You’re a dead man, Ozzy.” She gives up, settling down against my chest.

“Good girl. You’ll get your reward later,” I whisper, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers into hers until our tattoos line up.

I’m content like this, watching as the trees and billboards pass us by in the window, and eventually, the exit signs start to become familiar.

We’re almost home, and I thought that would be more terrifying than it is. Suddenly, I realize how at peace I’ve felt since we started planning this trip, and the panic has slightly subsided.

I haven’t had a nightmare in over a week, and the screaming hasn’t affected me like it did the first time. Now, it’s more like a quiet hum, reminding me of its presence, but not in a way that’s overpowering.

Maybe, it was Masha’s way of telling us to come see her.

It’s all I’ve got to believe in, and if it weren’t for Fallon, I don’t think I’d have the capacity to process this as a sign from the other side. I base everything on our initial connection in the diner, and if that was real enough to lead to where we are today, then anything is possible.

“You two are wifed up, who the fuck is going to Aztec with me?” Oliver yells, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“This isn’t a party trip, Oliver,” Max says, but Oliver shakes his head.

“We’re back home baby! It’s always a party in this town!” He cheers, but Journey and Max ignore him.

“You could call Cami while you’re back home, baby ,” Lex teases, and Oliver’s face hardens, his body stiffening at the mention of his ex.

That effectively shuts him up, and I can feel Fallon's curiosity from here.

“Who’s Cami?”

As if we need to live through this again, but Lex, the gossip queen, thrives off this kind of drama.

“Olly’s on and off again girlfriend. She’s batshit crazy, but something always brings them together. I’ve got a crisp twenty on them reconnecting this weekend.” I shake my head, not taking the betting bait because we all know Lex is right.

“Cami is crazy, but she fucks like a porn star. Only chick who can go more rounds than me,” he says proudly, and everyone hollers, or rolls their eyes at his bluntness.

“Olly and Cami: the toxic story continues,” I say in my broadcaster voice, causing his face to turn bright red.

“Let’s go out tonight, invite Crazy Cami,” Fallon offers, and all necks swivel to our direction.

I hold my head in my hands, knowing that this will absolutely turn into a shitshow party weekend. It’s inevitable, throwing the five of us back into the wild we were raised in.

“Fine. I’ll text Camila, but you all better be on your best behavior. One word about me with another girl and it’ll be Fourth of fucking July weekend all over again,” Oliver warns, and we all promise to keep our mouths shut.

“Me, you and a dark club. Sounds familiar,” Fallon whispers and my cock twitches in response to her words.

“Bambi, please have mercy on me.” I lightly wrap my hand around her throat, and she swallows against my palm.

She’s pushing my limits, testing me to see how far I’ll take it this time, and judging by the smile on her face, I can tell she wants more.

One of us is always raising the stakes, inviting fresh ideas into the bedroom with us, and Fallon has mastered the art of being down for anything.

Slowly, we've been wading in the waters of bondage, and the trust we have in each other takes those experiments to new levels. Our bodies are so in sync that we can read when the other has had enough, or needs more, which makes the games even more of a sensual release, and a beautifully synchronized expression of love.

“You’re sexy when you beg,” she says, sitting up to kiss my cheek.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, my beautiful girl . Say the word, and I’ll drop to my knees just for one tiny taste of you. I’m here to worship you.” In a hushed whisper, I manage to make her cheeks flush that perfect shade of pink, and if we don’t stop this teasing, I very well may end up begging her for a split second of relief.

“Ozzy …” she starts, but Max cuts her off, signaling that we’ve made it.

“We’re here!” The van erupts with exhausted cheers, and we file out to explore the rental house Fallon and Oliver chose.

It’s supposed to have enough beds for all of us and plenty of space so we’re not stuck on top of each other.

Immediately, Fallon and I claim the room with the king-sized bed, while Lex and Pepper take the queen, leaving the three guys to fight over which of them has to share a room, and who gets their own.

I drag our bags into the room and shut the door behind us, blocking out that argument and focusing on my girl. The room itself is standard, with only the necessities, but the giant mattress and our own bathroom really ties the whole thing together.

Fallon collapses on the bed with a loud sigh, and I follow suit, lying parallel to her.

“Hi,” she whispers, trailing her finger along my nose.

“Hi, my beautiful girl .” I place a gentle kiss on her forehead, admiring the small freckles on the bridge of her nose, and how her long eyelashes dance across her skin when she blinks.

I could study her features on a time loop, and I’ve already memorized every inch of her skin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks, shyness taking over as she hides her face with her hands.

“You’re perfect, that’s why.” I take her hands in mine, my calloused fingers meeting her baby soft palms. “We’ve been traveling all day, and your hair is tangled in a rat nest of a bun, but you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She smiles sweetly, caressing my cheeks before pulling my lips to hers.

It’s a gentle kiss, the kind she gives when her heart feels full, and she wants nothing more than to show me that same affection. I pull her closer, lightly wrapping a hand around her throat, causing her to moan into my mouth.

“What do you want, Fallon?”

She wiggles beneath my grip, struggling to get the upper hand until she gives up and melts like puddy in my arms. In turn, I squeeze harder which causes her to cry out, and rub her hand over the growing bulge in my pants.

“Use your words, my beautiful girl ,” I whisper, lightly biting her earlobe.

“Fuck me, Ozzy,” she chokes out, and in a swift motion, I pin her to the bed, climbing on top of her.

“No manners.” I drop my voice lower, staring down into her eyes, the pupils blown with lust as we finally have the chance to release our desires.

“ Please , fuck me, Ozzy.” I watch as she opens her legs, scooting closer to find any source of friction, but instead, she’s met with a hard slap right between her legs, and she looks up at me with those doe-like eyes.

“No.”

“No?” She repeats in a soft whisper.

“Not until you’re begging and screaming for it, Bambi.”

She huffs in response, crossing her arms over her chest, and I can tell she’s going to be bratty.

“Come here,” I say sternly, but she stays in her spot on the bed, her lilac hair splayed across the white sheets. “Fallon, are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Slowly, she sits up, our mouths inches apart, and she bites her lip, running her hands over my shoulders.

“No.”

“No?” I cock my head, and she smiles, lying back on the bed. “If that’s how you want it.”

Her breaths speed up as I climb off her, and her eyes follow me as I unclasp my belt, tugging the leather through the loops of my jeans.

“How many?” I ask, and she turns her head to the side, effectively ignoring me.

She’s becoming more defiant than usual, which I love because I have a chance to test her limits, see how far she’s willing to go, and my cock twitches as I spin her onto her belly, admiring her ass in her signature black leggings.

I palm both of her cheeks, causing her to squeal, and I repeat my words once more, “How many, Fallon?”

“Four,” she mumbles, and I smack again, harder this time. “Four, please .”

Her moans send a shiver down my spine, and I place my knees over her legs, straddling her perfect body.

The leather comes together in my hand, forming a perfect half, and when I wind my arm back, I hear her suck in a sharp breath.

The sound of the belt crashing against her ass makes me weak, and when she screams into the pillow, a soft growl releases from my throat.

“One,” she whispers, and I feel my balls tighten after one spank.

The belt comes down on her again, a little harder this time, and she bites the pillow in order not to scream.

“Two.”

“Louder, Fallon,” I groan, listening as the rasp in her voice materializes, just enough for me to hear her utter the number again.

I continue the same routine until we reach four, and her body trembles in anticipation of what’s coming next.

First, I scoop her in my arms, gently kissing her forehead.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, baby,” she breathes, and I wipe a mascara tear from the corner of her eyes.

I brush the hair from her eyes, tucking a stray strand behind her ear, and pull her head onto my shoulder.

“I love you, Fallon,” I whisper, and she exhales against my neck.

“I love you, too, Ozzy.”

“What do you want next?” I ask, pulling her up to look into her eyes.

A hint of lust hides behind those dark brown irises, and her smile screams that she wants more.

“More with that.” She gestures to the belt, and I nod, gently lifting the sweatshirt over her head.

When we play rough I always make sure she’s alright after each session, and ensure we can move together into the next round.

No part of me could be this rough without triple-checking her comfort levels. It goes hand in hand with the trust we have in each other, and her consent will always be my number one priority.

Once I’ve stripped her down into nothing but her panties I take her hands, tugging the belt around her wrists until she’s restrained, and place her hands above her head.

Her body is on full display for me, free to do whatever I please, and her willingness to submit fully to me is evident, as she can’t stop inching closer, desperate for me to touch her.

“So fucking perfect. Should I start here?” I muse, dragging my nails over her breasts, pulling at her nipples until they stand stiff.

Her eyes are closed, submersed in the pleasure, but her tiny whimpers tell the real story, how badly she wants more.

“Maybe here?” I snap the elastic band of her panties, watching as it lands back on her skin as if I never disturbed its place.

“Mmm, there,” she moans, fidgeting her wrists under the tight leather bound around them.

I drag my finger over her clit and down her thigh, touching the small heart I carved into her skin claiming her as mine .

“Here,” I whisper, stretching her panties to the side, and rubbing her sensitive clit with one finger.

She inhales deeply, and immediately starts to writhe under my touch, slowly falling apart on this bed.

I raise the stakes, inserting two fingers into her dripping cunt, and crooking them into the exact space that sends her over the edge.

Her moans gradually raise in volume, and right before she succumbs to the building pleasure I stop, leaving her breathless and empty.

“Not yet, Bambi.” I smirk, trailing my hands back to her chest, teasing those perfect pink nipples between my thumb and index finger.

She reacts to the pain with subtle movements, twitching as I drive her wild with the bare minimum.

“Ozzy, please, I need you,” she whines, almost all the breath stolen from her lungs, and I smile at her submission.

“You’re ready to be my good girl?” I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, waiting as she decides her own fate.

“Yes, baby. Please,” she begs, and I leave her on the bed while I strip out of my clothes.

I drum up the anticipation, keeping her restrained and waiting while I take my time. It’s all part of the game to drive her wild, to fill the lust in her belly until she’s ready to explode.

“Come here,” I order, my voice barely above a whisper and I stare in awe as she struggles to sit up, her wrists still bound by the belt.

I take her by the throat, hovering my lips above hers as she sucks in a slow breath.

“Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” I drop my boxers, the stiffness in my cock almost too much to bear as I look down at her, waiting patiently for me like a perfect little Angel.

Fallon’s eyes meet mine, and her pupils are slightly dilated, drawing me even further into her.

I guide her onto her knees and watch as she places her hands on the bed, leaning down and taking my cock in her mouth without hesitation.

Her tongue swirls around the tip, and when she plunges as far as she can, I groan in response, pushing her further.

“You can take it all, Bambi. Go ahead, take all of me down your pretty little throat.” I encourage her, watching in awe while she pushes herself as I wrap her lilac hair around my hand, guiding her even further down my length.

Every little bit she takes makes me tense in response, and when her lips touch my skin, brushing against the small tuft of hair on my pubic region, I curse under my breath, holding her down until she taps out.

She comes up for air, choking on her saliva, but instead of recoiling, I study her intently as she spits into her hands, stroking my cock with the belt still fastened tightly around her wrists.

“ Jesus fucking Christ .” I choke out, the moan coming from deep within my chest, and her eyes meet mine.

Her eye contact doesn’t waiver as she bobs up and down, giving me everything she has while she chokes and gags around my cock, devoting herself to the act as if it’s her place of worship.

I tug on her hair, dragging her lips off me with a pained expression on my face.

I slip a hand in between her legs, playing with her clit as I hold her firmly in place in front of me, and she bites her lip, tipping her head back with desperation, and pleasure.

“Lay down, Bambi. Let me take care of you,” I order, and she leans back, putting her body on display for me.

“I need you, Ozzy, right now, please,” she begs, and a devilish grin spreads across my face.

Finally, I have her exactly where I want her, and I let myself go, ravishing her body as if it were my last meal.

Her body is my temple, and I’m here to pay my respects, treating her like the most delicate thing that has ever crossed this earth. At the same time, I roughly spread her legs, teasing her by dragging the tip of my cock from her clit to her entrance, taking my time before pushing into her.

Using her wetness as lube, I finally plunge into her core, feeling the tightness of her walls as they clench around me, forcing me to hold back from thrusting too hard, and too soon.

She’s so slick, the desperation feeding me with every thrust, and when I find myself on the edge, I pull out, causing her to cry out against the emptiness.

“I need more, please, baby,” she cries, and I hold her by the throat, her hands pinned by the headboard.

The sight of her like this is enough to send me over the edge, and I can’t help but drown her in compliments.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this, Bambi. My very own dream girl,” I breathe, accentuating my words with harsh thrusts as I slip back inside her.

She whimpers when I pick up the pace, and those cute little moans are like music to my ears.

“Harder, please,” she whines, and her wish is my command.

I lift her legs over my shoulders, plowing even deeper into her core, and she cries out with pleasure, making me go even faster.

“Eyes on me, Bambi. I want to watch you fall apart.”

Her big, chocolate eyes meet mine, and I watch as she takes every inch of me, the makeup smeared down her cheeks.

“I’m so close, Ozzy. Please can I come?” A smirk spreads across my face as she masters the art of submission, and I rub my fingers on her clit, causing her to get even louder.

“Yes, my beautiful girl . Cum on my cock, all over my hand,” I command, watching her writhe on the bed with her hands still pinned above her head.

She’s a vision like this, tied up and at my mercy. Fucking perfect .

She clenches around me, and I feel her legs shaking on my shoulders, the orgasm hitting her in waves.

The rising and falling of her chest is all I can focus on as my release nears, the tension in my back almost unbearable as I pull out, painting the most beautiful picture all over her chest.

“Come here, Fallon.” I gently reach for her hands, untying her wrists and rubbing the marks left by the belt.

I circulate the blood back into her hands, and pull her body into mine, placing tender kisses along the top of her head.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, baby. I love you, too,” she smiles, turning to kiss my cheek.

“Was that too much?” I’ve been making a mental list of her likes and dislikes, attempting to ensure she’s always comfortable.

“It was perfect,” she breathes, closing her eyes and resting her head on my shoulder.

“Let me clean you up, my beautiful girl ,” I offer, lifting her off the bed and carrying her to our private bathroom.

I unpack all of our shower essentials, and wash Fallon's hair, massaging her scalp in the way she loves.

“What should I wear tonight?” She spins to face me, interlocking her arms around my neck.

“I’m loving this current look.” I bite my lip playfully, taking in her rain-soaked body, and she swats my chest.

“I mean it, I didn’t pack for a club night.”

“Let’s go shopping,” I suggest, and her eyes light up while I shrug my shoulders, kissing her nose as the water falls over us.

“You’ll come with me?” Her voice fades into a whisper, like she’s in shock that I’d even offer.

“Of course, Fallon. Let’s get you something sexy, and then shop for dinner,” I say, and she pushes the hair out of my face, tracing her finger down my jawline.

“So domestic of us, running errands and grocery shopping together.” She laughs, and I run her favorite conditioner through her hair, massaging her scalp in the process.

“One day, Bambi, it’ll be like this every day. I promise you that,” I remind her, and she nods slightly, her eyes closing as I rinse the product down her locks, into the drain.

“No rush, Ozzy. I love things how they are, besides, who would feed all those boys? I didn’t have any siblings growing up, and being a part of your world, with your brothers, feels right. At least for right now,” she says softly, and I bring her body into mine, reminding myself how lucky I truly am.

I found the woman who tolerates my lifestyle and accepts my found family for what they are, and there’s nothing more priceless.

Once the water turns cold, I grab us both a towel, and we get dressed to run our errands.

I was skeptical about having a club night, especially in this area, but I’m slowly coming around to the idea, and looking forward to spending the night dancing with Fallon.

She won’t be any less than an arm’s length away from me, though, not with the crowd that usually gathers at Aztecs. I’ll be on alert, ensuring my girl stays safe beside me and we’ll all be going in with protection.

Usually, this week is a low point for me, dwelling on my role in what happened to Masha, and doing my best to just survive the painful reminders, but this year, things are brighter.

Fallon makes me see things in a different light, giving me hope and turning something awfully sad into a beacon of possibilities.

There’s a very high chance that we leave Jacksonville on a high after celebrating Masha’s life, rather than mourning her death.

Everything we do this weekend will be for her, and I can’t wait to honor our fallen sister surrounded by the ones who meant the most to her, and the new additions we’ve welcomed in her absence.