Page 140 of Damaged Protector

Her response was muffled, and I realized I was probably crushing her. Pulling out slowly—and very reluctantly—I rolled onto my back and hauled her on top of me. Her hips shifted, and she reached between us to put my semi-hard cock back inside her before settling her head on my chest.

Which was about the hottest thing ever.

Mallori was a sweaty, beautiful mess of blonde hair and flushed skin. And her smile—that sleepy, satisfied curve of her lips when she looked up at me—made my heart rate almost double. Which I couldn’t really afford because it was already beating faster than racehorse’s after our activities.

I brushed the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “You okay, Bee?”

“Mmhmm, but I think we broke your house.” Her eyes flitted to the wall behind the headboard.

Stretching my neck around, I found two huge cracks in the wall. “Huh. Know of any good contractors?”

“My Uncle Sean.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure telling Cam’s dad that his niece is such a wildcat in bed she almost took down an entire house would not be a wise idea.”

She giggled. “True. At least your bed is strong.”

“I’m thinking I might need to reinforce the frame as long as you’re around.”

Mal grew quiet for a long moment, and I wondered if she was thinking about the as long as you’re around portion of my comment. Because I was, and I wasn’t sure why. We were just having sex. Given, it was incredibly hot sex, but still…

She broke the silence, kissing my pierced nipple. “I didn’t know you had this.”

“I don’t usually wear it because it shows through my shirts. I have a small one I wear to keep it open.”

“I like it. It’s sexy,” she said, lapping at it with the flat of her tongue.

“So are you,” I murmured, brushing her hair behind one ear as something stirred down below. My recovery time when I was with Mallori was unprecedented. I usually needed at least an hour before I was ready to go again, but the feel of her surrounding me made me want to roll on top of her and take her again and again, like I was a horny teenager.

“Can I say something weird?” she asked, and I chuckled.

“Don’t you always?”

She smacked my chest even as her cheeks pinkened. “I like…” Clearing her throat, she scrunched her cute nose shyly. “I like the sounds when we’re having sex.” I raised an eyebrow and she continued. “There’s something so hot about the squeaking of a bed. And the headboard banging. And your dirty talk.”

I couldn’t hold back my grin. “I had the same thought earlier. It’s like all the noises combine and make a soundtrack.”

Mal giggled. “Hawk and Little Bee: The Musical.”

Hawk and Little Bee.

I pressed my lips against hers before I did something stupid… like admit how much I liked hearing our names together like that.

Chapter 40

Hawk carried me into the bathroom attached to the Den of Sin. My legs were wrapped around his middle, and I was still impaled on his thick cock. He’d picked up something black from the nightstand, but I couldn’t tell what it was because he held it down by his thigh.

“I want to show you something,” he said, his face serious as we entered the room. Where the bathroom off his bedroom was blue, this one was much darker, all the tiles and countertops a matte ebony.

I nuzzled my nose into his beard. God, I loved his beard. “Okay, what?”

“Look in the mirror.”

Twisting my head around, I gasped when I caught sight of his name printed twice across my ass. I reached back and touched the tender skin. “How did you do that?” I asked, a bit of awe curling around my question.

He held up the thing in his hand, and I took it from him, my fingers tracing the cut outs as Hawk’s gaze stayed firmly on my face.

“I probably should have asked first,” he mumbled.

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