18. Hawg
HAWG
No relationships for how long, years, just dates if you can even call them that, and then this high spirited, stubborn female gets under my skin.
I hold her in my arms as she nuzzles into my chest, her breath warming my bare skin.
I have no clue what she was thinking, heading out on her own, only that maybe she’s only had herself and the ladies to depend on before.
She may not have wanted to disrupt Pearl’s wedding, but the prez of the Harlots would have understood if she and Carver had been told. No way would they have let a little post wedding sex stand in the way of helping one of their own.
I stroke down the length of Onyx’s long dark hair, silky and smooth. Her desire to give Pearl space and time to enjoy her special day, it’s nothing I don’t get. But she could have woken me and didn’t which says a lot about her trust in me or probably any man.
The minute realization that she was gone hit, that she may be in trouble, my heart constricted like a motherfucker. Nothing like that fear has hit me ever.
Onyx shifts in her sleep, her hand sliding across my midsection as her leg slides over my thigh. I cradle her head next to my chest. Never have I wanted to stay in someone’s bed after a roll, but this was far more than a fucking roll.
After this day and what we’ve been through, I already know, with Onyx, it’s far more than that.
If I didn’t know it when I kissed her, slid into her the first time or cradled her in bed afterward without one desire to leave, having her go missing, not knowing where she was but knowing she was in danger, told me all there was to know.
Onyx is fucking mine.
Maybe she doesn’t know it yet, but when she wakes up we’re going to have a long fucking conversation about our relationship.
I fall into a deep slumber content and satisfied knowing she’s safely protected in my arms.
But when I wake in the early hours of the morning and she’s not there, my chest tightens with the worst kind of fear.
Again…