15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Maggie
Is this what love feels like? Is this what people write songs about? Because now I totally get it. -Maggie
“What happened then?” I ask softly.
Hawk continues to stroke my arm and his soft, growly voice continues with his story.
“I came home. I was only wounded in the leg, but it was enough to put me out of the military. Now, that leg only really hurts when the weather is bad, but damn if it didn’t keep me from finishing out my career.
” I can hear the pain in his voice, and I reach over to run my finger along his bearded jaw.
“I’m so sorry, Hawk. You deserved better.” I can almost picture him. A young Hawk pushed out of the family he had made in the military and wandering on his own.
“It’s okay, baby. I made it through.” There’s so much in that statement.
He made it through. Not in a happy, content way, but he simply made it through.
I understand that more than he can know.
I haven’t been happy in a long time, if ever.
I’ve always had someone telling me exactly what to do or where I should go.
“What was it like when you got back?” I turn in his arms to look up at him.
I’m lying naked in his arms; our bodies’ needs momentarily sated while we talk about our lives.
I haven’t said much about my real life back home, which makes me feel guilty.
But I don’t want to let that life intrude on my time here with Hawk. He’s what’s most important right now.
His blue eyes darken with memories and his mouth hardens into a flat line. “I came home to find my fiancé fucking my best buddy. Literally walked in on them.”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Shit, that sucks.”
He chuckles darkly. “That’s one way to put it. But that wasn’t the worst. My mom was sick. She raised me alone and hadn’t wanted me to know that she was getting eat up by cancer while I was away. She died a few months after I got back.”
My heart breaks for this sweet man. “Oh, Lucas. I’m so damn sorry.” Here, in this bed, his given name seems appropriate. I want him. All the parts of him. The sad and the sweet. Lucas and Hawk.
He pushes a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Me too, sweetheart. She was a hell of a person, and a hell of a parent.” His eyes narrow a bit, and his lips curl up. “She would have loved you. Loved the spunk you’ve shown and how you haven’t made it easy on me.”
Warmth spreads across my chest. “Really?”
He takes my hand away from my mouth and kisses my fingertips. “She would have.”
“I’m sure I would have loved her too.”
At that pronouncement, he leans over and gives me a long kiss. It’s a kiss of promise, of connection, and it makes me feel so damn close to him that I could cry.
“What about your family, baby?” he asks when we disconnect. “What are they like?”
I barely stop myself from wincing. I feel my heart begins to race. How to explain my family? They’re evil people who only care about ownership…nope, doesn’t sound great.
I look away from his eyes and focus on his hairy, masculine chest instead. “We’re not close. I don’t fit in with them. I never have.” My voice is completely flat.
He puts his finger under my chin and lifts it so that my eyes meet his again. “Then they’re idiots. They don’t deserve you.” His voice is gruff, and his blue eyes are filled with sympathy.
I bite my lip to keep from crying. “Thank you.” The words are so low he can barely hear me.
“Baby girl, I know what it’s like not to be wanted.
” He sighs and tugs me closer. “You asked questions about the MC, about what motivates us to join. That feeling, that feeling of being thrown away, is what makes us want to be a part of something. When I’m with my MC brothers, I finally feel like I’m in a family.
We all have a role, and we all have each other’s backs. That’s what it’s all about.”
“Really?” I contemplate this explanation. This makes sense to me. My Smutty Scribes group are like my sisters. We’ve gotten close through our writing, and I’ve never felt like I was on the outside looking in with them.
“Really, babe. They’re a really good group of guys.”
I snuggle into his side again as he continues to play with my red curls.
“You know what, baby?”
“What?” I ask sleepily.
“I think you have found a place to fit in. I think you fit just perfect in my arms.”
My eyes open wide at that sentiment. I look up at him and feel another tug at my heart. “You think so?”
He kisses my forehead. “I definitely think so.”
I don’t know what words to say next. So, I let my body show him how I feel. I roll over and straddle his hips. I feel his cock harden beneath me.
“I didn’t say that so that you would…” he rushes out.
I put my finger to his mouth. “I know, I just want to.”
His mouth opens and he lets a long moan as I sink down onto his cock.
“Fuck baby, that feels so damn good. Ride your man again. Claim me.”
And so, I do. I let all those feelings come out through the movements of my body. I roll my hips and ride my man for all he’s worth.
Just as I feel like I’m going to explode, he rolls me over. “Let me see you from behind, baby. I want to hold onto your ass while I take you.”
I don’t argue. I want that too. I roll over and kneel, my whole body shaking with need and a desire more profound than I’ve ever known before.
He slaps my ass and then slowly runs his palm over my butt cheeks. “Princess, this is the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
I shiver, loving the pain of his slap and then the comfort of his palm. “Slap it again, Hawk. Spank me.”
He chuckles darkly. “Maggie, you never stop surprising me.”
He slaps my butt cheek lightly again. “Harder,” I grunt, “harder.”
His hand hits my skin with a little more force. A responding ache in my pussy makes me moan. “Fuck, fuck, so good, so good,” I chant, and my body continues to shake. My breasts sink lower, and I can feel the cool sheets against the tips of my hard nipples.
He rubs my ass again and then I feel his cock at my entrance. “I’m going to come in hard, baby. Make you come right away.”
And he does. He’s fast and hard and the orgasm overwhelms my whole body.
When his finger touches my sensitive nub, I burst into a million pieces.
I scream out into the night. I’m in a million pieces that he manages to catch and put together.
He’s putting me back together. He’s making me whole again.
When he comes a few moments later and I feel his seed shoot inside me, a warmth flows through me.
This. This is exactly where I belong.