“I see he didn’t take that opportunity to man up,” Hawk muttered.
“It was harsh, Hawk,” I whispered.
“It was real, Gwen,” he returned. “I pissed around with you for a year and a half without makin’ any real moves and any time in that time you could have moved on. How long’s he been doin’ it and what’s the chance that, he doesn’t wake the f**k up, he’ll do it again with another woman?”
Well, he had a point there.
“He told me he’s in love with me,” I shared again on a whisper.
Hawk’s body went still then his hand slid from my ass, up my ribs to cup my breast.
Then he did a nipple swipe.
Yowza.
“Then he’ll appreciate it when you tell him, no matter what happens, I promised you I’d handle you with care,” he whispered back
Um… yowza!
“Hawk,” I breathed but he lifted my breast, bent his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth.
Yowzayowzayowza!
I moaned.
His mouth released my breast, it came to mine as his thumb circled my hard nipple and he ordered, “Touch yourself, baby, while I work your tits.”
“’Kay,” I agreed on a breath and did as ordered.
The instant my finger touched the golden spot, his head slanted, his mouth took mine in a kiss, his finger met his thumb for a nipple roll and that’s when I forgot about Troy, cosmos with the girl posse and living in my head. I dropped my imaginary hand, stopped fending Hawk off and lived in the now.
Chapter Twenty-Two
All I Can Ask
Hawk flipped me to my back.
“Baby,” I gasped. “I wasn’t done.”
He ground his c**k into me. “You got a time limit up there, Sweet Pea,” he grunted. “You can’t bring it home, I take over.”
This was true. Hawk allowed the top for awhile. Then, if I couldn’t “bring it home”, he stopped allowing it.
Like now. Now, he pulled up my leg, kept it high with his bicep behind my knee, arm wrapped around, hand warm on my inner thigh and lifted up with his other hand in the bed, arm straight.
Then I watched his head drop so he could study our connection, his eyes heated, his face hungry. He liked what he was seeing. Just watching him, I felt a strong, pre-orgasm vibration.
Then he did that thing he does with his hips, I whimpered because I really, really liked that thing he does with his h*ps then he started driving into me again.
“Hawk,” I breathed, my hand trailing down, my fingers separating around his pounding cock, feeling our connection, the power of him riding me. Beautiful. Wet. Hard. Hot.
His eyes came to mine and he did that thing with his h*ps again, my neck arched and I came.
Not long after, Hawk did the same.
He released my leg and his heat and weight came to me. I took it gladly, welcoming it by wrapping all four limbs around him.
His face was in my neck and I glided my nose down his shoulder.