Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
My orgasm crests, she grabs my hips, and I pump inside of her, harder and faster, our moans and grunts filling the car as she takes it, waiting for me to come.
“Hawke, you have to pull out,” she tells me. “I don’t want you to, but I’m not on anything.”
I groan. It’s coming. Fuck.
“Baby,” I say, every muscle tensing, and I know I’m there.
“Fuck!” I yell and rip myself away from her body, spilling onto her stomach.
Pain and pleasure sweep across me at once, her scent and warmth covering me in waves, and I’ve never felt anything this good, but…
Shit…
The orgasm spreads like liquid heat across my body, and I can’t see straight.
Dazed, I slowly pull away, take my T-shirt and clean her, and I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t know, I…
I just had sex. In a car.
“Hawke?” I hear her call my name. “Are you okay?”
I sit back, taking the shirt and cleaning myself off too. I stare down at her all over me. “In a car…” I murmur.
I did it in a car my first time.
When I don’t respond, she sits up, bending her knees up to her chest.
“Hawke, I...” I see her shake her head out of the corner of my eye. “It shouldn’t have happened. I just couldn’t stop. I’m sorry.”
She’s sorry…
“I’m sorry if you don’t feel good about it.” She touches my arm. “I just…I know things happened kind of…”
In a car. I always thought I’d care where it happened. How it happened.
But right now, I just didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was how I felt, and I was feeling everything.
And I want more.
She starts to tear up. “I know it shouldn’t have been with me. It just happened so fast. It—”
I look up at her. “Can we do it again?”
She goes still, gaping at me. I want more of her. It wasn’t the car. It wasn’t necessarily the right time, while we’re both on the run.
It’s just her. I’ve never felt anything more right. I’m supposed to be here.
“I mean, can you?” I ask. “Can you go again?”
I wasn’t sure if women got sore after a while or anything.
Her worried face turns disbelieving and she breathes out a little laugh.
“Can I?” she mocks. “Can you?”
And her eyes fall to my dick in my hand, hard again already. “Oh.”
I want to feel her on top. Or from behind or backwards or in any of the empty cabins over by the lake or any one of all the ways we can still do it together.
I sit back against the seat and pull her into my lap, holding her as I kiss her. I lift her up and position myself underneath, ready to go slower this time.
But she laughs, looking down at me with stern eyes. “Hawke, you need to wear a condom this time.”
Oh, right.
I dive behind her, holding her so she doesn’t fall as I dig in the center console.
But of course, Jared hasn’t needed to use a condom in the over twenty-plus years that he’s been married, and I come up empty.
I let my head fall into her chest, about to fucking cry. “We have to go to the store.”
She just shakes with a laugh and plants a kiss on my forehead.
Aro
“I’m going to go talk to my dad for a minute,” Hawke says, his lips in my hair.
He kisses my head, and I look down at Matty and Bianca fast asleep in a spare bedroom as he leaves.
It’s after midnight, and the house is dark. We haven’t seen his parents yet. He took me right upstairs, and there were several doors, but he seemed to know which room they’d be in. It kind of looked like a teenager’s room, but not Hawke’s style. Dark gray walls, lavender curtains, white bedding… Some plants and photography on the walls. A dreamcatcher, and a tidy white desk. The hardwood floors are beige, and there’s a fur rug, which I’m sure is fake.
I step over, my clothes and hair still damp, but Matty lays curled into Bianca, the bed only made for one person, but they’re small, and I’m guessing they didn’t want to be separated. Glasses of water sit on the nightstand with a nearly empty bowl of leftover popcorn kernels.
I want to assure Bianca I’m here, but it’ll wake Matty up too, and they should sleep. Hawke’s parents got him down, and everyone needs rest.
I leave and quietly close the door behind me, passing another room on my way. I look inside the dark space, seeing the bed, the window, and the leaves blowing outside.
Hawke’s room. Seems like so long ago we stood in that tree out there and he warned me not to come in here.
I smile to myself. If only he’d known he was stuck with me from that moment on.