Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Tildy sat perched on his lap, impaled but still moving her hips. Apparently she wasn’t feeling the pain she’d feared just moments ago. Her brown eyes peered down at him, and, once again, they were full of pleasant amazement.
“I told you we fit together,” he said breathlessly. He pressed his hands to the mattress, pushing himself up until he was sitting. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. His lips found her ear. “Ride me, Angel. I want you to come.”
Tildy worked her pussy up and down his shaft. She made soft noises each time he slid all the way in. With her on his lap, the soft curves of her breasts were within easy reach. Hawk ducked his head and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. Tildy gasped, her hands clasping the back of his head, urging him on.
She was riding him hard now, with the wet sounds of their joining spurring him on as well. Tildy’s fingers twisted in his hair as a noise of frustration caught in her throat. He could tell she was close. The tips of her breasts flushed darkly, and she was panting--so close but unable to finish. Hawk dipped his head once more and bit one of her raspberry colored nipples gently.
A ragged sound of surprise, heavy with pleasure, tore from Tildy’s throat as he felt her pussy contract around his shaft. While she was still coming, he slipped an arm around her waist and turned with her. They rolled, until she was flat on her back with Hawk’s hard cock still buried inside her. He grabbed her hips and held her steady as he pulled out and shoved back into her. He couldn’t tell if she was having another orgasm or was still riding the wave of the first one.
He covered her body with his own and took his own pleasure. Just a few thrusts were all it took to fill the condom that separated them. As he throbbed inside her, he tucked his head between her neck and shoulder. She smelled good, a light scent of perfume clinging to her skin. She felt even better underneath him, his hard body pressed against her softer one.
He wasn’t ready to let her go, so he pulled out of her and moved to the side, keeping his arms around her.
Her breathing was as jagged as his but she managed to whisper, “Hawk.” He couldn’t tell what she meant by it, whether it was a plea or a prayer. He considered Tildy for a second and decided it was a prayer. He didn’t know what to say to that except offer up one of his own.
“Angel.”
Chapter 46
Tildy laid on the bed for a moment listening to the sound of the shower. Hawk had rolled off her, the previous tenderness promptly forgotten, and left her alone in the room. She fought off tears as she sat up. It was hard to believe someone could be so kind one moment, so cold the next, and still be the same person. She quickly dressed and fled the house, not wanting to face him after he emerged from the bathroom.
At home, she begged off dinner with her parents, saying she was tired, and headed straight upstairs where she started the water for her own shower. It was only as she stripped down for the second time that she noticed her engagement ring was missing. Her heart thumped in her chest, as she remembered where she’d left it. She closed her eyes and put her face in her hands.
There was no way she could go back there now. The hurt was too raw and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take it. She locked her bathroom door and turned the water as hot as she could stand it. She knew from experience that no one would hear her cry.
As she dressed for bed and slid between the sheets, her hand reached for the medallion that wasn’t there anymore. Sometimes she woke up clutching that corner of the pillowcase with tears staining the fabric. She’d never gotten it back from Hawk and still didn’t really want it. What was the point? It wasn’t real; it had never been real. It and, by extension, Isa had never really protected her. Isa wasn’t even dead. She’d just walked away.
Tildy understood that it was her parents who’d sent Isa away, but that still didn’t explain why Tildy hadn’t heard from her former nanny and best friend. Isa was just another person she couldn’t count on, another person who didn’t really want her. It only hurt so much because Tildy had spent all these years praying and yearning for a woman who’d never cared as much for her in return. Wasn’t it like that with Hawk, too? She’d spent all this time fantasizing about him, wishing he’d sweep her away, and the truth was that Hawk’s feelings for her weren’t even close to the same intensity as hers for him. As Tildy drifted off to sleep, her hurt and humiliation began to morph into anger. By the time she woke up, she was practically on a rampage.