Page 129 of Wife Number One

“Or you could come inside, and I could get back down on my knees for you.”

He groaned.

“Or I could do it again right now.” This time when I dropped to the floor, he didn’t stop me. He let me tug his jeans down, exposing his thick cock.

He caught my chin before I could put my mouth to his erection though. “Little Mouse.”

“Mmm…” I darted my tongue out to lick his tip.

He hissed in pleasure but tried to focus himself. “I don’t want you dreaming about Chaos Whitling.”

I opened my mouth to explain I couldn’t help it, but he pushed his cock past my lips instead. I moaned around the salty-sweet, warm taste of him.

He took out the elastic holding back my ponytail. “I know. I know. You can’t help who you dream about. But I ain’t him. I do bad shit. I’m not a gentleman. I’m an asshole almost all of the time. I won’t ever hurt you though. I won’t ever hurt any woman the way he did.”

It was my automatic instinct to argue. To tell him he was wrong about Hayden. That Hayden had been the one who’d helped me when Caleb had taken everything I had, including my spirit.

But none of them knew him the way I had. None of them had been there in that house. They hadn’t seen the way Hayden had taken care of me. How he was the only reason Hayley Jade was still alive. Rebel, Fang, Bliss, War…all they saw in him was the bad.

But just like with Hawk, I saw past that to the man he’d been inside.

I pulled off Hawk’s erection and stared up at him. “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s dead.”

Hawk’s fingers brushed my hair back from my face and then slid into my hair, encouraging my head forward. “Suck me, Kara. Suck me until I come, and then I’m going to take you out to eat. We’re going to go to a movie, and then when we get home, I’m going to kiss your mouth, tweak your nipples, lick your pussy, and start working on that sweet little ass of yours, so that one day, I can take you there as well.”

I breathed out a hot breath and opened my mouth, taking his cock deep inside.

“I’m going to fuck you every night, Kara. In every hole.” He scraped his nails over my scalp. “Until you no longer dream of him.”

36

KARA

Hawk and I left the compound before it got dark. I’d put on the nicest outfit I owned, a long floral skirt, paired with a long-sleeved top in a deep purple that matched the violets in the material that swished across my thighs. I’d thrown a light denim jacket over the top and brushed my long hair, deciding to leave it down instead of tying it back into my regular ponytail, since Hawk seemed to like it that way.

He’d picked me up from the cabin wearing fresh clothes and a knitted pullover instead of his regular beat-up Slayers jacket. I had been sucking in deep lungfuls of his cologne while we waited for our dinner.

“Sorry this place isn’t that nice,” he said awkwardly. “I should have taken you into the city.”

The diner was on the main strip in Saint View. It wasn’t exactly the nicest of areas, but I was just thrilled to be out of the compound. We sat in a booth for two, and it was warm and cozy, with a hum of conversation around us that gave the illusion of privacy.

“I like it,” I told him with a soft smile.

The restaurant reminded me of him. Beat-up and rough on the outside.

A little bit sweet on the inside.

Not that I would tell him that. I knew he’d be horrified if I said it out loud. It was a side of him he kept protected from everyone except me, and I wouldn’t ruin that by speaking of it.

It was enough for me to know it was there.

A young waitress came over and took our order. Burgers and fries for both of us. She left, and we settled back into watching each other.

Hawk drummed his fingers awkwardly on the table. “So. What do we talk about on a date?”

I gave a small laugh. “You, Hawk, who never stops talking, doesn’t know what to talk about?”

He shrugged. “I talk a lot of shit. I don’t want to talk shit with you though.”

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