Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
One foot inside the apartment, and the worries from his day were already melting away. Hawk couldn’t hold back his chuckle at the music thumping from the kitchen.
“Cause I’m your lady… and you are my man…”
As soon as he had his shoes slid off, Hawk made his way towards Jessie’s voice.
He’d expected to see something beautiful the second he’d laid eyes on her, but his fucking breath caught in his chest as his eyes landed on his girl, singing at the top of her lungs.
She was wearing the sexiest black nightie he’d ever seen.
A slit ran the length of her belly, exposing her bump from right underneath her breasts down to her hips and had him rock hard instantly.
His fucking mouth salivated as his eyes dropped lower, to her ass, covered in lace, and her bare naked legs.
“We’re heading for something…”
She was adorable. And Christ, whatever she was cooking smelled amazing. But after watching her dance around the kitchen so carefree, yeah, he already knew he didn’t care about what was for dinner. The only thing he wanted was for his face to be buried between her thick and juicy—
“Ahhhh!” Hawk yelled as something warm wrapped around his calf. Jessie jumped, her hand, wooden spoon and all, flew up to cover her heart.
“How long have you been standing there?” she asked, panting. “You scared the hell out of me!”
“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting anything to touch me while I was admiring you.” His eyes dropped down to the ground where a fucking orange cat sat two steps away, licking it’s paw. “What is that?”
“That’s Marla.” Jessie said it so calmly, like saying the cat’s name, which sounded like a seventy-five-year-old grandma, explained everything.
“Jess, who is Marla, and why is she in our apartment?”
She laughed, turning away from him and back to the stove. Celine Dion still blared through the small Bluetooth speaking on the counter top, Jessie’s hips swaying back and forth pulling him back under her spell.
“She’s our cat.”
Oh, god.
“No,” he huffed.
“Oh, yes. She is.”
“Well, I don’t have a cat.” He walked into the kitchen, letting his hands land on her hips. Hawk’s lips rested on her ear. “And last thing I knew, I was intimately acquainted with the only pussy you own.”
She giggled as he nipped at her ear, his fingers moving slowly to touch her belly. Jessie shifted her hips and pressed back into him, pulling a fucking pathetic groan from his throat.
“From my recollection, you haven’t seen her in a very long time.”
“Don’t worry, Pretty Girl. I plan on fixing that in the next two minutes. But first… the cat currently sitting over there?” He playfully pulled the spoon from Jessie’s hand and waved it in the direction of the mysterious feline.
“Marla picked me today while I was out with your sister. At the park with the girls.”
His body went still. “She’s a stray? Jess—”
“Knock it off. Mae and I took her to the vet. She’s perfectly healthy. And she was clearly someone’s pet because she’s been spayed, but she isn’t chipped. No one has reported her missing, and Dr. LeMott didn’t recognize her. So, I said I would foster her.”
“Foster her?”
Jessie rolled her eyes. “Keep her, until her family is found. Eventually adopt her, if they can’t be.”
“She’s going to scratch all of our stuff,” Hawk groaned. “Couldn’t you have found a cute puppy?”
“What do you want me to say? The universe distributes cats the way it wants to. It’s an honor to be chosen, Chief.
I promise.” Her hand patted against his chest before she crouched down, wiggling her fingers back and forth to call over the ginger menace.
“Besides, she won’t scratch us or our things. She has claw caps on.”
The cat sauntered over to Jessie, jumping into her arms. She cradled Marla like a newborn baby, grasping her front paw and holding it out for Hawk to examine. And… well, fuck. The cat did in fact have little tiny, bright pink rubber covers over all her claws.
“Bright pink, huh?” he teased.
“Dr. LeMott was just going to put on a bunch of mismatched ones, but we couldn’t have that.” Her voice turned sugary sweet as she smooshed the cat's face into hers. “Could we now, Marla? She’s definitely a pink kinda gal.”
“Don’t know. She seems emo to me.”
“That’s just because you haven’t given her a very warm welcome.” She stuck her bottom lip out and widened her eyes.
“Fine.” Hawk forced his hand up, setting it on the cat's head. “Welcome to the family, Marla.”
“Yay!” Jessie squealed, twirling the cat around before setting her back on the floor.
“But she stays out of our room, Pretty Girl. That space is just for you and me.”
“Whatever you say, daddy.”
He chuckled, his sights set back on Jessie. “Mm… that reminds me.”
Her shriek filled the kitchen as his hands held her in place while he nipped and nibbled at her skin. It felt like it was a thousand degrees in their apartment and it had nothing to do with the food she was cooking.
“You better knock that off,” Jessie giggled. “I can’t be held responsible for the food burning at the last minute because you’re distracting me.”
“That’s okay. There’s something else I’d much rather eat. Would the table be too uncomfortable for you at this point?”
“Yes,” Jessie laughed. “Give me twenty minutes to pull the muffins out of the oven and then I’ll be all yours, my love.”
Hawk froze. “Say it again,” he whispered as he kissed the pulse point just below her ear.
“What?” Jessie panted.
“What you just called me.”
“My love? You are, Hawk. It hurts right here,” she picked up his hand and pressed it over her heart, “when I think about how much I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“So, am I allowed to call you that when we are in front of our friends?” she teased.
He pressed his lips to hers before a rumble moved through his chest. “Fuck, yes. All the time. I want everyone to know. It’s fucking romantic. Like I’m your Mr. Darcy.”
Jessie moved her head back, her eyebrows pulling together.
“Why do you look so shocked?” he asked.
“I’m just not sure many guys would want their friends to know they were head over heels for someone like Darcy eventually is for Elizabeth.”
“Well, my pearl, those men are not me. I’m obsessed with you, and I’d prefer if everyone in the world knew it.
That I am yours. And that you are mine.” Hawk lowered his lips to her neck and kissed.
His teeth nipped and nibbled as his mouth moved to her chest. He kissed over her heart before pressing his lips gently onto the skin of her round belly.
“This baby in your belly is mine. I put her there.”
“I don’t know why that is so hot, but it is…” Jessie moaned as his hand left her belly, trailing his fingers lower, until they were nestled between her thighs. “God, yes. Please, Hawk.”
He carried her down the hallway bridal style, and Jessie knew his days of carrying her at all were probably coming to an end.
Her belly was getting heavy, and so was she.
All the negative thoughts that could have popped up stayed at bay, and she forced herself to remember the way Hawk’s eyes looked when he’d been watching her in the kitchen.
They were feral.
Jessie knew he found her changing body sexy, and it helped her see herself that way too.
Hawk kissed her forehead before placing her down on the bed.
“I love that outfit, Jess. But it has to come off. May I?”
She nodded, and then giggled as he prowled towards her. His teeth grazed her shoulder and she shivered as the realization of what he was doing slammed into her. He wasn’t going to undress her with his fingers. He was using his mouth.
When the other strap was laying loose on her arm, he moved between her breasts, stopping to lick her nipples through the satin fabric. Her body jolted at the sensation.
Then he moved back, his teeth nipping the bow that was holding the nightie on her body. With one swift tug, her chest and belly were fully exposed.
“Lay back, mama.”
She didn’t waste a second leaning back against the headboard. But that wasn’t good enough for Hawk because the next thing she knew, he was between her legs, his hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her down onto the pillows.
“You good, baby?” he asked. All she could manage was a little nod as he smirked before diving between her legs.
Her cute panties were off in an instant, replaced with Hawk’s wicked mouth.
His tongue swirled around her clit before his lips sealed down and sucked against her sensitive nerves.
“Christ… Oh, God.” Her fingers were instantly in his hair, encouraging him to stay right where he was. Because he’d found the perfect spot, and she… was going to…
His chuckle sent vibrations through her entire body. Her fingers tightened against his scalp, but she barely registered the satisfied groan that left him.
She felt one hand release her thigh, the loss of his touch maddening until she felt him teasing her entrance with those same fingers. With the expertise of a man who could read her like a fucking book, Hawk sank his fingers deep inside her, curling to hit the perfect spot.
Fuck. He stroked and moved inside her at the same pace his skilled tongue lapped over her clit.
She’d been too riled up, it was barely going to take much more and…
she’d… be… Jessie screamed as the orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her vision darkened, the blood rushing through her ears dulled her hearing and her body felt like it was floating through another dimension.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but when she finally opened her eyes, Hawk was lying next to her, his hand gently caressing her belly.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Jessie. Filled with my baby. Flushed from your head down to your toes after the orgasm I gave you.”
She let his words wash over her. And that’s when her eyes raked over his body. All lean and muscular. A blonde haired, blue eyed viking. Hers for the plundering.
Jessie leaned over, whispering in Hawk ear. “I’m going to ride you now, daddy. Are you ready for that?”
Hawk nodded, the muscles in his neck flexing as he swallowed. She didn’t know how, but Hawk made her feel more sexy then, with her swollen belly and heavy breasts on full display, than she’d ever felt before.
Hawk pressed his back into the mattress, and helped her shift until she was resting on his thighs. Her breasts and belly obscured her view down to him and she sighed.
“You’re going to have to help me…”
Hawk chuckled. “My pleasure.”
His hand trailed down her thigh before disappearing between them. She felt the head of his cock bump against her entrance.
“Sit down, Pretty Girl, and ride me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Jessie followed his instructions without delay, sinking down so he filled and stretched her deliciously. Her body responded immediately, and her hand came up to play with her breasts. Almost as quickly, Hawk’s hands were batting hers away, his thumbs running over her pebbled nipples.
Jesus. The amount of sensations going on in her body.
“Jessie… the fucking cat….”
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the familiar warm, buzzy build up of an oncoming orgasm built dangerously high in her body.
“I’m so close again, Chief. I want it. I need it. Help me get us there…”
“The cat’s on the end of the bed.”
“I don’t care.” Jessie’s hips rolled faster, stars dancing behind her eyelids as Hawk’s cock moved deep inside her. Her hearing faded with the rush of endorphins flooding her bloodstream.
“But she’s licking my toes…” Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jessie registered the words, but she couldn’t focus on them. Couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. Because she was so lost to how good he felt inside her. And she was so close…
Her fingers scratched down Hawk’s chest. “Focus, Chief. I need you to get me there. I need you…ohhhh… to get us there. The only pussy you need to worry about is the one wrapped around you… right… now…”
His thumb landed on her clit, circling once before all the sensations snapped inside her and pushed her into the pure, white light of her orgasm. She felt Hawk’s hips pick up pace, until his release hit him a minute later.
Slowly, the room came back into view. Jess smiled as Hawk groaned, his hand coming up to rest on her back and he slowly rolled her down to the bed.
“I love you, Jess. Truly I do. But the cat licking my feet while I’m making love to you… I just don’t think I can deal with that.”
Jessie’s eyes went wide before she burst into a fit of laughter. Her hands held both sides of her belly as she winced at the weight of Bee bouncing on her bladder. The timer from the oven chimed and Jessie groaned. “That’s on you, Chief. I wasn’t responsible for locking the door. ”