22. Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hawk
She’s part of me now. -Hawk
I’ll never forget the first time I held her after we left. We pulled over at a hotel in Oklahoma, a place where the guy practically threw keys at us to get us out of his precious lobby.
I closed the hotel door behind me and took her in my arms.
“I’m so damn sorry, Maggie. I should have been there sooner. You shouldn’t have seen what I did to those guys. The whole damn thing should never have happened,” I murmur while burying my face in her hair.
She pulls back from me, and I groan in disappointment. What if she still can’t stand me? What if she can’t forgive me for the kind of man I am?
She puts a finger to my lips. “Shhh. I’m sorry I went there. I shouldn’t have. I should have talked to you first. And I know whatever those guys did, they must have been bad guys. I trust you. I love you.”
I haul her into my arms again and I kiss the top of her head.
“Baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise.
I may not be able to provide all the things that your family can.
I mean, we may never be able to afford a big house or a lot of cars or anything like that.
” I know I sound embarrassed, but I am. I don’t have a lot to offer her.
She pulls away just far enough to pull my neck down so that she can kiss me. I feel the sweet taste of her lips against mine and sink into the sensation.
When she pulls away, she has a grin on her face and her green eyes are dancing. “You’re an idiot. My idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.”
I cock my head to the side. “Why do you say that?” I lick my lips, still tasting her there.
“I say that because you act like I could possibly care about all that damn money. Look at me. Really take a look at me.” She steps back and twirls in the gauzy pink dress that she’s been wearing the whole ride.
It was once pristine and frilly. Now it clings to her legs and there are streaks of mud crossing her pretty, pale legs and staining the material.
“Ugh,” I wince. I gesture towards the dress. “That’s what I’m talking about. There probably won’t be a lot of dresses like that in your future. I mean, look at it now. It’s ruined.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I’m glad. I hate this thing.”
She starts to pull at her dress, ripping the thin material at her legs. “I hate frilly dresses that itch. I hate living in that big house. I hate talking to people who could really care less about me. I hate all of it.”
She approaches me and strokes her hand across my beard. “I love my life back in Jackson Ridge. I love writing. I love you.” She pokes me in the chest. “If it’s okay with you, I’d much rather live my life there.”
I grab onto her waist and twirl her around, listening to her giggles as I make her dizzy. “I would love for you to make a home with me there.”
I finally set her down and she looks up at me with a coquettish look in her eyes. “Can you maybe tear the rest of this dress off me? It’s really uncomfortable.”
“Your wish is my command.” And so, I do, tearing at the thin material of the fancy dress with my bare hands until I get to her tiny pink panties.
I kneel down before her. “Now, it would be a shame to rip these precious things,” I say in a husky voice. I lean closer, rubbing my nose against the thin material and inhaling her scent.
She runs her fingers through my hair. “Fuck the panties, Hawk. I need you.”
All it takes is one flick of the wrist and those damn panties are gone. She’s bare before me. I sit back on my knees.
“You’re so damn beautiful, princess. So damn beautiful.”
She rubs her hand along my beard. “I don’t care about sentiments right now, Hawk. Make me yours again.” Her blue eyes darken with heat. “Please.”
I growl, every instinct in me telling me to take my woman. But first…
I attack her with my tongue, licking between her folds while she grasps my hair and lets out long moans. When I take her clit into my mouth and suck, she screams like a banshee.
“Hawwwk!”
Her sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I swallow it, every drop. Her legs shake and she falls apart spectacularly.
I know the other guys can probably hear her in their rooms. I know that they will rib me about it later. Hell, they may even make her blush about it. But right now, I don’t care. There’s a primal need to show ownership. Because she’s…
Mine.