Page 125 of Damaged Protector

I didn’t know cocoons had hair inside them. Or pipes.

My eyelids put up a hell of a fight as I attempted to open them, but I needed to figure this out. Finally creaking one open, I found a tanned arm beneath my head and curling around me. Another was hooked over my hips, the hand at the end of it between my legs, holding my pussy possessively.

Hawk. That explained the hair, but what about the… oh. That wasn’t a pipe. Someone was a happy boy this morning.

My lips curved up into a satisfied smile as memories of last night played like a dramatic movie in my head. The initial pain had been chased away once he’d taken me to his bedroom and soothed my body with gentle touches and soft words. Caressing me, wooing me into a feeling of security and lust with his mouth and his hands.

Why had he carried me out of the Den and into his private bedroom? And why had he insisted I sleep here with him? That wasn’t something he usually did, and I was certainly no one special.

That’s not how it felt last night.

Nope. No ma’am. I chased that train of thought away instantly. It had been my first time, so it would be easy to romanticize it, and that would land me in hot water pretty damn quick. Because Hawk Gentry was not the romantic type.

“Would you stop thinking so loud? You’re disturbing my beauty sleep,” a gruff voice said against the back of my neck.

“Can’t have that. You need all the help you can get,” I teased.

He pulled his fingers back and lightly slapped my pussy in retaliation, which had the unexpected effect of making me drip. He noticed, of course, and growled.

“How sore are you?”

I assessed my body, definitely feeling where he’d been, but another type of ache was more prevalent. The ache for more.

“A little,” I reached behind me and wrapped my fingers around his dick, giving him a long stroke over his boxer briefs, “but not that sore.”

His deep hum of approval heated my skin as he pulled his arm from beneath my head and rose on one elbow. “I’m going to get some protection.” He kissed me hard on the lips. “You better be naked when I get back.” Then he rolled off the bed and headed toward the black door.

“You better be naked when you get back,” I called after him, and his footsteps stalled. I heard his short bark of laughter as he bent and pulled down his underwear—flashing me a fantastic view of his tight ass—before tossing them over his shoulder to land on my covered legs.

Good lord, no one should look that good without clothes on. Hawk was created to walk around nude. His back was broad, his thighs thick, and his butt perfect. It had just the right amount of meat, not a huge bubble, but enough roundness to show off the results of the squats he did three times a week.

A few seconds later, he returned, looking just as good from the front as he did from the back. His cock was hanging heavy and proud, the silver piercings highlighted against the dark red head of his penis.

He cast a scowl at the shirt I was still wearing, and I immediately pulled it off over my head. “Sorry, I got distracted by my ogling.”

A smirk played across his lips as he stalked toward me and tossed a black and gold box of condoms onto the nightstand. Resting one knee on the bed, he leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth, pulling me in with a hard suck before releasing it and looking up at me beneath his dark lashes.

“I guess that’s an acceptable excuse, Bee. I’ll let it slide this time.”

Cocky, sexy bastard.

Nudging me over, he stretched out beside me and pulled me to him, kissing me while his hand cupped my sex. “You’re so wet for me already, baby.” A groan escaped him when he pressed a thick finger inside me, curling it and stroking that spot inside me that had me grinding against his palm.

“I’m ready,” I panted against his lips, but he shook his head.

“Not yet.” Hawk worked another finger inside me, caressing my clit with his thumb in mind-numbingly slow circles. When I was right on the brink of coming, he slid his fingers out and held them up so I could see my glistening arousal coating them.

“I was almost there,” I complained as he wiped the wetness off on my nipples then proceeded to suck them clean.

“You’ll come on my cock,” he informed me, holding my waist as he shifted onto his back until I was sitting astride him. When he reached for a condom, I plucked it from his fingers and held his gaze as I opened the package, removed the rubber, and rolled it onto him.

“Health class online,” I informed him when his eyebrows shot up his forehead. “I practiced on a banana.”

“And how does the real thing compare?”

I encircled him with my hand, stroking up and down as I pretended to assess him with a tilt of my head. “Lengthwise, about the same. Thickness though? You definitely beat the banana.”

His boyish smile was filled with mischief. “That’s what she said.”

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