Chapter Seven #2
My entire body is shaking when Hawk finally pulls back with a heat flashing in his eyes and a wicked grin spread over his glistening mouth. I notice that the towel has come off and his massive cock is angry and alert.
“My turn now,” he says, nudging me up and climbing into bed. He grips his cock and strokes himself as he runs his eyes over me, letting them linger on my nipples, pebbled against the see-through gown. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes.” I shouldn’t crave even more of this man after what just happened, but there is no making sense of the desperation I feel around him. “Take me,” I whisper, opening my legs for him, my heart racing as he settles between them. “Make me yours—”
His mouth is on mine before the words are out, and I gasp against him when I feel his massive girth slide between my folds and push against my entrance.
Slowly, he enters me, his mouth breathing against mine in the most intimate of ways.
“Mine,” he pants against my lips as he starts to move, slowly at first as he rocks his hips gently against mine. “You belong to me now, angel.”
“Yes, yours,” I whimper, looping my arms around him, holding tight as his shaft fills and stretches me. Christ, he’s so big. Days of having sex with him and he still fills me to completion. “Faster, Hawk.”
His mouth finds mine as he starts thrusting into me, shudders racking his body as he starts to move faster and harder into me.
The kiss turns wet and obscene, his hands touching everywhere he can.
He grips my hips and waist, fondles my breasts and teases my nipples as he takes me in what quickly shifts to brutal strokes.
I give back just as much as I draw lines down his back with my nails, and with the threat of yet another orgasm, I start writhing under him, pushing up to meet his thrusts.
Desperate to feel him come apart with me.
We come together.
His muscles still against mine seconds before my orgasm tears through.
His deep guttural growl meshes with my own pleasured cries, my sex pulsing achingly around his jerking manhood.
His hips slap hard against mine as he fills me with his hot seed, and my sex cinches hard around him, milking him to the last drop.
My hands lose their grip on his back and slide down to the bed. He pulls out of me and drops down on the spot next to me so we’re both staring at the ceiling.
“Wow,” I manage when blood isn’t pounding in my ears and my breathing is back to normal. I turn my side to look at Hawk to find him already watching me, those sky-blue eyes filled with so much desire that it fills me with shock. “Hawk, surely there’s no way—”
He grins. “We’re only getting started, angel,” he says, reaching up and brushing a hand over my cheek and down my neck to my breasts. A shudder rolls through me when he pinches my nipple over the dress. “The night is still young.”
***
I’m practically humming as I head to the music hall. Perhaps I should be a little concerned with the fact that I barely got any sleep last night, but I find that I don’t care or regret the actions that led to that result. Not when my body feels so limber.
I glance at my wristwatch and realize that I’m just on time. I was half-terrified that I wouldn’t make it, given the way I spent my wedding night, but it seems I’m not too late. I immediately spot George when I walk into the waiting room, so I rush to him with a smile and take the seat next to his.
“Good morning,” I say cheerfully, meeting his grin with my own.
“Morning. Someone looks extremely happy this morning,” he says, nudging my arm. “Have a good night?”
I flush at that. George was one of the few people I told about my engagement and sudden marriage. One of the few people I knew would be genuinely happy for me. Friends in the orchestra are really hard to make, so I’ve always treasured the few that I have.
“Have the auditions begun?” I ask, hoping to change the topic from my wedding night to the matter at hand.
“Just. Three people have already gone.”
Shit, I should have tried harder to arrive earlier, but when Hawk joined me in the shower, I knew there was no way that was going to happen. “I don’t mind that I have a later slot. They say the last people always make the best impression.”
“Or the judges will be too tired to pay attention by then,” he says before leaning back against his seat in a position that indicates he’s not getting up anytime soon. “So, how come we haven’t met this hunk you married? I figured he would at least drop you off so we could interrogate him.”
“He’s busy and couldn’t make it,” I say, my thoughts slipping back to Hawk. A part of me thinks his making love to me this morning was a way to seek comfort for the hard day ahead.
The custody hearing is today.
He could lose Wren. Despite everything he’s done to make sure it doesn’t happen, I could still see the fear in his eyes. It hurts that neither of us could be there for the other and we have to fight for the things we love alone. At least for today.
There’s a loud scream behind us, and my head whips around just in time to spot Darla storming into the room, the door swinging behind her. Her face is contorted, eyes blazing, and I can see spittle fly from her mouth as she screams.
“Oh, for the love of Jesus, what now?” George groans from beside me before straightening in his seat to watch Darla make her way toward us. My stomach clenches, a familiar knot of dread forming as it always does when I have to deal with Darla.
“I always knew you were a fucking snake!” she hisses, her eyes so hard and cold. I flinch when she gets closer. “You touched my violin, didn’t you? Everyone here knows I play better than you, so you messed with my instrument to fuck with me!”
The room falls into a dead silence. Darla has never confronted me this directly before. She’s always making snide comments when we’re in the same room, and throwing jabs but never to my face. And now…Christ, she’s accusing me of sabotaging her audition?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I didn’t touch your violin. I don’t even which one is yours!”
“Oh, you know alright. You’ve always been obsessed with me from the second you got here. I’ll teach you a fucking lesson—if I can’t play, then neither will you!”
Before I can react, she shoves me aside and grabs my violin.
It all happens in slow motion. At least it feels like it.
Helplessly, I watch as she smashes my instrument against the wall, the crack of wood echoing in my ears.
She yells as she moves to do it again and again…
and I sit paralyzed as I watch it happen.
Finally, she throws my violin to the floor, and I stare wide-eyed at the mess it’s become. The strings are all mangled up, and the wood broken.
Tears crowd my eyes. This was my first professional violin, the one that my grandfather purchased for me right before I got this job. Now, it’s ruined. “Oh!”
I sink to my knees, ignoring the murmurs around me as a crowd has gathered. My fingers are trembling as I reach for the broken violin and gently lift it, carefully tracing the broken wood as if that’ll magically fix it. I reach for the bow, heart aching when I see the broken hairs.
Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision, and I turn to look up at Darla—confused about what I did to deserve such a violent response from her. Slowly, I get up with my fingers clenched around my broken violin.
“You are a sad, pathetic excuse of a human being,” I tell her even as the tears fall.
“If you bombed the audition, then it’s your own fault.
Your musicality is as underdeveloped as a minor scale in a major key.
” I sniff, fed up. “So what if you went to Juilliard? All that college tuition wasted and your musical expression is still basic!”
“You bitch!” she seethes. I see the slap coming from miles away, so I brace for it, closing my eyes in anticipation, but it never lands. “What the fuck, let go of me!”
I open my eyes to see Darla’s hand suspended in the air, a strong hand gripping her wrist. I blink up at Hawk, who stands above me, a vein popping in his head and the rage clear in his expression. “I don’t hurt women, but you need to be careful who you lay your hands on, lady.”
He’s here.
“Hawk,” I whisper, rising up from the ground. My first instinct is to run to him, to seek comfort for the pain in my chest, but when I take a step forward, I realize something.
He’s here.
Hawk isn’t supposed to be here! The court hearing is at ten, and it’s barely past that. Did something happen?
“Who the fuck are you?” Darla hisses, trying to yank her hand away, but she can’t budge, and I see the first hint of fear in her eyes.
“I’m Amelia’s husband,” he says, causing more murmurs to break out in the waiting room. “And I won’t have my wife mistreated and disrespected.”
“Let go of me!” Darla yells even as someone else in the room speaks up.
“I already called the cops. They’re on their way!”
Darla is heaving and I see the panic in her eyes as she looks around the room for support, but no one steps forward.
Even her friends sit back in silence and watch as the orchestra director and conductor step forward.
They must have entered the room from the audition space as soon as they heard the commotion.
Now, they’re practically shaking with rage as they confront Darla, telling her that she’s obviously fired, and calling a security guard to take Darla away to wait for the cops.
When they’re gone, Hawk comes over to me, concern written in his eyes. “Baby, are you okay?” he whispers, cupping my jaw even as his eyes drop to the broken violin. “Fuck, did she do that?”
I nod, but I can’t focus on my own heartbreak when he’s here. He’s not supposed to be here. Unwilling to ask the question and entertain the people watching us, I take his hand and pull him outside, walking down the corridor to a spot where no one will hear us.
“Why are you here?” I ask, panicked. “Did they move the court date? What happened?”
“Now’s not the time—”
“Please, tell me.”
“The hearing was canceled,” he says. “Wren’s biological mother was found dead this morning from a drug overdose.”
“W-what?” I gasp, my heart breaking for the woman but mostly for Wren. I know all too well what it’s like to lose a mother, and now Wren will never even remember hers. “That’s terrible news.”
“I know,” he says. “I wanted to keep Wren, but not at this cost.”
This feels so fast and sudden, but isn’t everything like that with us?
Christ, after everything Hawk did to prepare for the custody battle…
is this the end? Heck, he married his neighbor to keep his daughter.
Now he doesn’t have to worry about the mother fighting for custody, so does that mean he’s done with me? With this marriage?
“What happens now?” I ask, terrified of his answer. Anticipating it.
He sighs, brushing a finger down my hair. “Right now, we’re going to find a way to get you a new violin. You’re not missing out on that audition.”
My heart swells at his words. It’s not a love declaration, but it’s not a rejection either.
I’ll take it for now.
Heaven knows I can’t bear any more heartbreak today!