Chapter 14 #2
“She acts out. She gets angry. The therapist I saw after my family was murdered called her emotionally immature. She needs to be the center of attention and acts out when things don’t go her way.”
“Why did you talk to your therapist about her?”
“Because I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t sympathize with me and what I’d been through. She wanted me to just snap out of it and embrace my new carefree life.”
“She’s jealous of you.”
Lucky shook her head. “She thinks she’s better than me.
And I really don’t care that she feels that way.
My life hasn’t been that great. Most of the time, it really sucks.
But I know I didn’t do anything to deserve all the bad shit that’s happened to me.
I’m a good person. I treat people with kindness, even if they don’t always deserve it. And I like who I am.”
“You’re amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I feel the same way about you. Now…enough about her. How was your day?”
“Better now that I’m home with you.”
Her smile widened as she tapped her hand against his arm. “Come on. Tell me. How did the meeting go?”
“Fine. We got a big new order from an Amsterdam group that owns several bars in a chain of hotels.”
“That’s fantastic.” She beamed with pride for him.
“Yeah. We’re really happy about it. I’ve got to set up the distribution schedule and figure out the best way to ship to them, but it’s going to a new market for us.”
“Well hopefully you can expand throughout that country.”
“That’s the plan.”
She yawned, pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. “Sorry. I’m not at a hundred percent yet.”
He nudged her back toward the couch. “Sit. Watch your movie. Tell me what you need and I’ll get it.”
“You.”
“What?”
“I want to cuddle with you.”
He loved that he was what she wanted when she wasn’t feeling well. “Let me change into something more comfortable and we’ll spend the rest of the day on the couch. Together.”
“Perfect.”
He waited for her to get settled and start her show, then headed down to their bedroom. Her bag was sitting inside the huge walk in closet. He pulled her clothes out and put them away in the drawers, on the shelves, and on hangers. He loved seeing her things with his.
He unlaced and kicked off his boots, pulled off his slacks and dress shirt, then pulled on a pair of old black sweatpants and a gray tee, then headed back to the living room where Lucky was lying on her left side staring at the quiet TV.
“I restarted the movie, so you could watch with me. It’s one of my favorites, based on a book by an amazing author.”
“Really. Cool. Let’s watch it.”
She gave him a sheepish look. “Uh. It’s a romance. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Whatever you want to watch.” He pressed his knee into the cushion near her feet.
“Skootch forward, so I can lay behind you.” He slid into place as she moved forward on the wide cushion.
He slid his arm beneath her neck, put his other hand on her hip and pulled her back to his front. “That’s better. You good?”
She nodded, then pushed play on the remote.
He slid his hand up her hip and under her shirt, laying his palm spread across her warm abdomen. “It feels so good to have you close and my hand on your skin.”
She squirmed, her ass brushing his dick, making him hard.
“Be still, sweetheart, or we’re going to miss the movie.”
She rolled her hips again. “I’m feeling kind of…restless.”
This time he thrust his hard cock against the seam of her ass. “Do you mean empty?”
“Yes. All I’ve thought about is you coming home and the things we did last night, this morning. What we could do again.”
He growled in her ear. “Do you want me to make you come again?” He’d make her come as many times as she could handle it. He loved the sounds she made, the way her whole body bowed then relaxed. The way her lips parted, her tongue darting out to swipe across her bottom lip before she bit it.
She was so damn sexy, he was nearly ready to blow just thinking of her coming apart for him this morning.
She rubbed her ass against his thick cock. “I want you inside me.” She tried to turn, but ended up shifting her sore shoulder, hissing out her pain.
“Be still. Let me do all the work.”
“But I want—”
“You’ll get it. Every inch. I promise. But we’re going to do it my way.
I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t handle hurting you.
So be still and let me do this.” With one arm under her shoulders, he lifted her enough for him to slide under her, settling her head on his shoulder, her back to his chest. He used his feet to get her legs on top of his.
It took a little maneuvering and her help to slide her leggings and panties past her hips.
He used his foot to push them to her ankles.
He shimmied out of his sweats, using the same maneuver with his foot, but kicked his sweats off.
“Drop your feet on the outside of my legs.”
She did what she was told.
He spread his legs, making hers open, leaving her pussy open and bare, ready for his touch. So he slid his hands down both sides of her, over her hips and part of her thighs, making sure not to touch her bruises or stitches.
“Hawk, that feels so good.” She squirmed, needing more.
He loved touching her. “Are you wet for me?” His aching cock was pressed along the seam of her ass, begging to dive deep into her welcoming warmth.
“Yes. Please. I need you. I missed you so much today.” The softly whispered confession made his heart flutter and swell with a feeling that he’d never felt for any other woman. Not like this.
He lightly traced circles over her skin, bringing his hand closer to her core and the heaven it promised.
He slid his fingers over her mound, dipping lower over her soft lips, then sliding up her slit.
Her juices coated his fingertips and he brushed them over her clit, making her sigh and moan with every little touch. “You like that.”
“More.” With her on her back on top of him, she couldn’t really touch him, but her fingertips skimmed his forearms up and down before she slid her hand to her side and ran it up and down his waist and hip. Her bare skin against his set off electrical pulses through his system, revving him up.
But she needed to be ready, so he plunged one finger, then two into her tight channel. “You squeeze me so good.” She’d be a tight fit.
He’d have to go slow, work his way in. But first he’d make her come to make it easier on her.
He pumped his fingers inside her as she rocked against his hand, using him to get herself off. He loved the wild and free way she was with him, not waiting for him to do the job, but letting herself go and reveling in the pleasure he brought her.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” He circled her clit with his other hand, starting slow and letting things build as he applied more pressure.
“Yes. Like that. God, that feels so good. I’ve never orgasmed without a vibrator before.”
He'd gotten her off this morning with his mouth and fingers. She’d come on his hand again, then he’d fuck her to orgasm, too. No way he left her hanging. Not ever.
She. Goes. First. Every. Damn. Time. He punctuated that thought with his fingers driving into her. She came, screaming out her release on a high pitched shriek that was too fucking sexy. Something he wanted to hear again and again. Her juices gushed over his fingers.
He brought them to his lips and sucked them clean. “Are you still with me?”
Her panting breaths had slowed. “Yes. So good.” She took his wrist and wrapped his arm across her belly, kind of hugging him to her. “I wish we hadn’t waited so long for this.”
He kissed the side of her head. “It’s only going to get better.” He hugged her to him, then took her by the hips and raised her up enough so he could set his aching cock free between her spread thighs. “You ready for me, or do you need another minute.”
“I need you now.” To prove it, she reached for him, taking his cock in hand and guiding him to her entrance.
He rubbed the head against her soft, wet folds.
“Now,” she begged.
He liked that, and didn’t keep her waiting. He slowly sank the head past her soft folds.
“You’re so big.”
He could feel the stretch. “You can take me.” He pushed in a little at a time, giving her body time to accommodate him. This wasn’t the easiest position, but it kept all her injuries from hurting worse. “You good?” He was halfway in.
“Yes. I want you. All of you.” She widened her legs.
He sank in deeper, trying to go slow, but she felt so damn good that he thrust in the last few inches and let out a ragged breath. “Damn, sweetheart, you feel better than anything.”
She squirmed on him, making him hit deeper. Her moan said she liked it as he bottomed out, his balls aching for release.
He wanted to make this last, make her feel good.
“Hawk?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” He wrapped her in his arms, her body tight to his. Right here, right now, she was safe and happy in his arms. One with him.
“I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling right now connected to you. It’s so…overwhelming and amazing. I don’t ever want to lose this. You.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted to do this nice and sweet for you, but when you say things like that and my heart is about to burst with all the feelings I have for you…
well, you brought this on yourself.” He unleashed himself, holding her close, pumping into her, fucking her hard and deep, so she’d always feel him and what he did to her. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop.
The sounds she made were music to his ears, a cadence that he followed as he sank into her deep again and again.
He held her to him with one arm and used his other hand to slide his fingers down over her mound, past her clit, to where they were joined.
He brushed two fingers along her stretched lips on either side of his dick, collecting her juices.
She clenched around him.
“You like that.”
Not a question, but she answered him anyway. “Yes.”
He did it again and again with every stroke in and out of her until she was writhing, one moan rolling into another.
His balls drew up tight. He was about to unload, but she needed to go first. He slid his soaking wet fingers up to her clit and rubbed tiny circles over it until she was panting, her pussy squeezing him tight.
He pressed down on her clit and she went off like a rocket.
Her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm as she yelled her satisfaction to the room.
He thrust into her hard and deep, once, twice, then stayed buried in her as his dick pumped every last drop of his seed into her.
He had a fleeting thought about it taking root and seeing her round with their child. A child who would grow up with Mason and Lyric’s baby.
Too soon. But someday. He hoped.
For right now, he was content to have her in his arms. In his house. In his life.
All he had to do was figure out a way to make her want to stay.
Forever.