Chapter 41: Chapter Forty-One

Ian was shocked by not only the question but by the jealousy in her tone. He stopped moving in her slick heat and held her still on his lap. Leaning forward, he reached for the door handle and opened the door. The dome light illuminated them. When he saw her try to hide her face, he grabbed her chin and forced an eye connection.

"Fallon," he began.

"Never mind," she bit off. Her lithe body tensed on his. When she began to lift off his cock, he tightened his grip, keeping her in place.

"No, Fallon. Not never mind. Look at me," he ordered.

She refused and Ian took in the grim set of her jaw. Her lips had swollen from his earlier kisses and her skin had a flushed look to it. She's so fucking hot.

Moving his hips, he bit back the grin that threatened when she bit her lower lip and moaned. "Look at me," he said again in a gentler tone. This time she did as he requested. Her dark chocolaty eyes met his. "What we're sharing in this car, I've never done with another person my entire life."

"I had no right to ask that," she muttered.

He kept moving slowly inside her as they held each other's gazes. With one hand, he reached for her face and tugged her head down to meet his waiting lips. The kiss began slow and grew more intense as her hips began to move again, increasing the depth of his thrusts.

"I swear I've never done anything close to this with another person in here. Only you, baby. Only you." Ian told her after he ended the kiss. "Jesus," he ground out as her body tightened around his. Keeping his eyes on her, Ian watched as Fallon orgasmed hard on his cock. Her internal muscles gripped him and stroked him so he followed her over the cliff. With a low shout, he erupted within her pussy.

In the light from his car, Ian noticed the sweat on Fallon and how fast the pulse at her neck beat. He smiled and kissed her again. His car smelled of sex and sweat and he had never been so proud.

"I don't know what it is about you, Fallon, but I can't seem to keep my pants zipped when you're around."

She smiled. "Do you hear me complaining?" Fallon lifted herself off his cock and carefully stepped out into the garage.

Ian stared at her standing there in her shirt and socks. Carefully putting his cock back in his pants, he zipped them but left the button undone. With a look to his left, he grinned as he saw her pants, shoes, and panties on the driver's side, both seat and floorboard. He grabbed them and his keys, and got out. Shutting the door, the garage was once again swamped by inky blackness. He felt her hand grab the back of his pants so he walked slow, carrying her things and doing his damnedest to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

Pushing open the door to his house, he walked in and smiled all over again. The smell of brownies reached him. Pulling Fallon behind him, he took her back to the bedroom where he turned on the light and dumped her clothes on the floor.

Gathering her into his arms, he brushed their lips together. "Thank you. For everything."

"Give me a dry shirt to wear, I'm a bit chilled," she said.

He pressed his pelvis against her. "I know how to warm you back up."

"I want brownies." She kissed him and strode to his closet, leaving him to stare at her. Which he gladly did. Sitting down in a chair, Ian removed his shoes before taking off his jeans. Fallon pulled out one of his old academy shirts, stripped quickly, and pulled it on over her head. His shirt fell to her knees and he loved seeing her in it.

It didn't take him long to slip on some sweats and join Fallon in the kitchen where she had cut the brownies and placed one on a plate for each of them. He kissed the exposed skin on her shoulder as he moved around her to make some coffee for them. When really all he wanted was to slip between her thighs and just love her. Ian couldn't get enough of her.

He joined her at the table where she ate the brownie and looked over the legal pad before her. "What's that?"

"Just some things I need to do before the Ventura III comes in." She met his gaze. "I'll have someone following wherever they unload them at and store them before the auction."

Ian nodded. At the thought of what was coming up, dread settled in the pit of his belly. He didn't think this was going to go well. Biting into the brownie, he enjoyed the rich taste. "These are wonderful, thank you."

"I needed my dessert," she said with a smile. "Anyway, I'm just scared that they may be onto us because the phones are tapped."

Shit! I didn't even think of that. "So, now what?"

"I'm gonna get in touch with Paul and see who he knows in the FBI that he trusts. I think they'll have to be brought in."

Ian could hear her reluctance to do so. Before he could say anything, his cell phone rang. Going to the counter, he picked it up and answered it without checking the caller ID. "Cavanaugh."

"He'll sell." The words reached him. It took Ian a few seconds to place the voice before he realized it was Josh Sparks.

"When and where?" Ian questioned him as he smiled at Fallon, who watched him even as she licked brownie crumbs off her fingers. His cock throbbed and he had to force himself to stay where he was and listen to Detective Sparks.

"He'll get in touch with you." Click. Sparks was gone.

Flipping his phone shut, Ian frowned.

"What's up?" Fallon asked.

"Got a bite for the sale of the gun. Don't know who yet, but he's supposed to get in touch with me."

Ian could see the feral excitement in her gaze at his news and he knew without a doubt that Fallon would have no problem killing whoever murdered her father in cold blood. For a moment, the cold calculating look on her face repulsed him. Then she blinked and it all melted away, leaving behind the woman he had fallen in love with.

"You let me know when you do. I want a match off the gun."

"I know you do, baby." Ian kissed her before he grabbed them both some coffee and another brownie each.

Two hours later, Ian turned off the lights as he and Fallon headed back toward his bedroom together. He trailed behind her as the lone light from the bedroom highlighted her form as she moved. His gaze skimmed her from the top of her head, down to the soles of her bare feet and back up again. I could seriously get used to seeing her here with me before bed every night.

It was another hour or so before the couple finally allowed the sandman to do his job.

***

"I'm not cleaning up this mess, Dylan. This battle is between you and Clay. Your bucket of hot pink and sparkle slime partially missed him and hit my floor. I want it clean, and soon. And we both know Clay wasn't happy with you about that. He had a date and now he's going with pink and sparkle in his hair because it's not washing out right away." Fallon smiled at Dylan as she headed to the door. Her brothers were such pranksters. Always trying to outdo one another in making a mess in the other's day.

Opening the door, a different smile filled her face as she stared up at Ian Cavanaugh.

"Hi, baby," he said leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Hey, glad you could make it." She stepped back to let him in and closed the door on the blustery Seattle day.

"I wouldn't've missed it for the world. Happy Thanksgiving." He handed her a bottle of wine. "I didn't know what else to bring." Ian shrugged out of his black leather reefer jacket and hung it on the coat rack. Once it hung there, he took out another bottle of wine.

"This is perfect, thank you." She let her hand trail over his dark green sweater. "Nice," she purred. He wore an Aran sweater made of Merino wool and a pair of relaxed fit dark charcoal trousers.

"You too, baby." He stroked a finger along her cheek.

"Hey, Ian," Shawn said as he approached. "Glad you came." They shook hands before Shawn smacked him on the shoulder like old friends.

"Me too," Ian responded.

Fallon bit back a smile at the sight of them together. She knew they would both get stupid and arrogant if they thought she was amused. Ian's fingers trailed down her back before he followed Shawn further into the house. Fallon took a moment to herself and just stood there as she heard Shawn introduce Ian to Lina, his date, and KaraAnn, Clay's date. She watched her family head to the kitchen.

Sadness filled her as she thought about her parents. She'd had years to get over losing her mom, not that it was easy, just easier. It was hard, knowing that Pops wouldn't be around for any more holidays. Still, her heart lightened as Ian walked back toward her. The only way to describe his expression would be 'loving'.

"Are you okay, baby?" His question flowed over her like Egyptian cotton.

"I'm okay. Just missin' Pops, is all."

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he asked by way of responding to her.

Fallon smiled, she knew he was trying to make her feel better. Blinking back the tears, she placed her hand on his chest, the heat of his body searing her though his thick sweater. "I think I should get back to the kitchen, keep an eye on things."

His strong hand grabbed her upper arm and brought her back in close to him. Slowly his head lowered until their lips met in the barest of brushes. "I love you, Fallon Delu Maddox," he whispered.

She cupped the side of his face before she headed for the kitchen and all the people in it. Fallon could feel Ian's presence behind her. Clay stood with his date and fell silent when Ian walked into the kitchen.

"Cavanaugh," he said after a moment.

"Clay," Ian answered in the same terse tone. "Happy Thanksgiving."

Fallon shot her brother a glare before sighing. Some things never change. At least they were being semi-civil to one another. Soon, she was lost in the final preparations for dinner. Her brothers' dates weren't helpful at all in the kitchen and so she utilized Dylan and a very willing Ian to help get things ready.

A while later, the front door opened to admit Herschel and his family. Fallon stood there and read the love in her brother's eyes.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he said before his arms slid around her, engulfing her in a powerful hug. "I just couldn't not be here for this."

"I'm so glad you're here, Hersh."

After kissing his cheek, she said hello to the rest of the family, and while everyone else exchanged greetings, she grabbed more chairs. A smile flitted across her face as she saw Ian go into the cupboard and pull out some more place settings. Laura walked into the kitchen loaded with more food and she set it on the countertop before pulling Fallon into a hug.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Fallon."

Hugging her back, Fallon answered, "Same to you, Laura. I'm so glad you all made it."

"Me, too," her sister-in-law said. "Now, what can I do to help? It doesn't look like their women are very good in a kitchen."

Fallon laughed. "You see that too, huh?"

Laura lowered her head and whispered conspiratorially, "Chest size is larger than IQ, I'd wager."

Smothering a laugh, Fallon bit her lower lip. "No argument here." Leading her to the counter, Fallon pointed out what remained to be done. Soon, she and Laura were finishing the last preparations of the meal. While they cooked, the men snacked on the shrimp cocktails, cut veggies, and cold meats.

At two in the afternoon, the entire Maddox clan and one Ian Cavanaugh sat down at a beautifully decorated table, loaded with food. Clayborne sat at the head of the table and on the other end sat Shawn. Herschel and his family were on one side, Lina and KaraAnn were sitting next to their respective dates. For herself, she was between Ian and Dylan.