Chapter 32 Hawk
THIRTY-TWO
hawk
Last week had been a shitshow, with a major deal nearly falling through at the last minute. I knew Kendra’s run with her sister was more than a simple meeting, and I wanted to be back home in case she needed any support.
Yeah, Ken. I see you. You don’t need to handle everything on your own anymore.
Me: I just landed. I’ll be home soon.
Kendra: There and waiting…impatiently.
I smiled and understood the sentiment. I was ready to be home for the weekend, and being home included spending as much time as possible with Kendra.
While I was gone, Colby and Kendra had met for dinner. I scrolled through her texts and found the photo she sent with the caption, “New BFF.” She later asked me when I planned to introduce her to Nonna as soon as she accepted the invitation.
I heard the music playing while I stood outside my apartment and could smell something baking in the oven. Nothing prepared me for seeing her in an apron and nothing else, leaning over my oven, pulling out a tray of cookies.
“Careful, I prefer your nipples unsinged.”
“I prefer you naked. But I don’t see you worried about that right now.” Her smile held a lightness I hadn’t noticed before.
I dropped my coat on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and strode over to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her mouth was on mine.
“Cookies, huh?”
“I figured you’d want something sweet.”
I lifted her, setting her on the counter; with the apron draped between her legs, her nipples peeking out from the sides of the bib. The reality of her was better than anything I could have imagined.
“Shit, Ken. I need to take a picture of this for the nights we’re apart. May I?” I held my phone up, asking permission before I snapped her photo.
Her expression darkened, and she seemed to shake it off physically. “Okay.”
“Second thoughts?”
“I need you to help me reclaim this part of me.” Her whispered plea added to the tightness in my chest every time I thought of her.
“What part? Tell me. Fuck, baby. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement. “It’s a good thing I’m not one to take advantage. Take photos of me, videos, all of it. I love that you want to keep a piece of me.”
“Stay right here, okay?”
She nodded, and I went to the office and found the tripod I had that fit my phone. She was still on the counter, her hair had fallen across her face, and her lips were plumped from our kisses.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
“Did he break that trust?”
“I don’t think I ever trusted him, to be honest. I was just young, stupid, and thought it was hot.”
“How about now that you’re older, wiser, it’s still fucking hot? And this—” I gestured between us- “is just for us. I don’t share.”
“Hell yes.”
That was exactly what I needed to hear as I snapped a few photos to warm up. I pulled the front of the apron so the fabric hung between her breasts, both fully exposed. “Lean back.”
I snapped several more pictures before I picked her up off the counter and set her back on her feet. “What was that for?”
“I realized we need to go back to the beginning. I missed you taking the tray out of the oven.”
When she dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my belt, I went to put my phone away. “No, keep it out.”
“Fuck.”
Her hungry eyes met mine while I kept clicking the shutter. When she took my dick out and rested it on her tongue, I reached my free hand down and threaded my fingers in her hair. Snap.
“Video?” I asked as she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock, bobbing once before releasing me.
“Yes.”
Once she knew the camera was on, my girl performed. She took me deep, and I couldn’t help the expletive that slipped out when I hit the back of her throat. I tried to focus on the camera angle, but fuck, her mouth made me lose my goddamn mind.
“Easy, girl. This isn’t the big show. Get your ass up on that counter.” She popped off my dick, stood, and shrugged out of the apron. I kicked off my pants and ripped the sweater over my head.
She lay back and spread her legs completely unashamed and open for me and the camera. “I just had my nails done. Do you like them?”
The blood-red nails contrasted her fair skin as she traced her way done her torso to circle her clit.
“Did you do that for me? The wax, too?”
“Maybe.” Her smirk showed just how much she’d thought about me and prepared for tonight. God, she not only primped, but she planned an entire event.
“I love it, but I don’t care whether you have hair. If you like it this way, keep it. Or not.”
“Mouth, please.” She put just enough pressure on my head to let me know exactly where she wanted my mouth. I groaned when I tasted her, and she tossed her head back; fuck, she looked incredible.
“Do you know how beautiful you are like this?” I pressed my tongue inside her and worked her clit with my thumb as she writhed against me. “You’re soaked, baby. Do you want to come on my mouth? Or do you want to come on my dick?”
“Both.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, doing everything I could to keep my hand off my dick. I thrust two fingers inside her, and her cries got louder, more frantic as she begged me for her release. If I was a stronger man, I would make her hold off.
“I’m going to watch that every night you leave me alone. Fuck that was hot.”
She yanked me by my hair, drawing my mouth to hers, and took me in a bruising kiss. “Inside, now. I need you inside me.”
When I thrust inside her, I pinched my eyes shut. Maybe it was coming home to find her comfortable in my space, but why the fuck did this feel like I was coming home? She made my space come alive in a way that it never had before.
“If you don’t leave marks with those pretty little nails, are they even worth the effort?”
“Your reaction was well worth the effort. Are we going to talk, or are you going to fuck me?”
I pulled out halfway before rocking back into her. She moaned at the contact. “Harder, Jonathan. Please.”
That was it, I was done for, finished. My name on her lips, coupled with a breathy plea, and she fucking owned me.
I pulled her to the edge of the counter, thanking God and genetics that I was the perfect height for kitchen counter sex.
When I let loose, her cries let me know she loved it as much as I did.
“Fuck, Kendra.” I bit out as I felt her squeeze my dick as she came again. I followed right behind her, filling her and doing my best to catch my breath.
When I pulled out, we both watched as I dripped out of her. I stood back, sure to catch it on the camera before I turned it off for the night. Kendra shivered, and I wrapped her in my arms before moving her to the couch so we could snuggle under the throw blanket.
“I think I left the stove on.”
“It’s okay, I’ll get it later. I just want to sit here with you for a bit. Is that okay with you?”
She nodded and rested her head on my shoulders. “I talked to Kelsey today.”
“How was it?”
“It was good. I mean, we both ugly cried, but it felt so good not only to tell her about the assault, but for her to hear why I did what I did when she found out she was pregnant with Crew.”
“Do you think you’ll ever want kids?”
“Yeah, probably. But not for at least five to ten years. Kelsey is a great mom, but there are things in my life I enjoy that might not be possible with little ones. I want to make sure I’m more settled before I think about it. How about you?”
“Yeah. I figured that after a few years of running the team, I’d feel settled enough to work on my personal life.”
“J?”
My chest squeezed as she spoke my nickname. “Yeah?”
“We’re pretty damn good together, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we are.”