Page 79 of Wife Number One

“Always so wet for me, baby,” he mumbled. “Fucking want you.”

Through my hair, his lips found the skin at the back of my neck, and he licked the tender spot, while inhaling deep. He withdrew his fingers from inside me just long enough to tug the elastic waistband of my skirt and panties down, baring my behind beneath the covers.

He fumbled with his sleep shorts, pulling them down low enough that his erection sprang free, thick, hard, and hot.

In the next second, it was between my legs, pushing between my thighs, seeking my entrance. His hand went back to my clit, rubbing and stroking it, faster this time, sending little spirals of awareness through my entire system.

He thrust between my legs, not penetrating me, but every movement coating his erection in the slick fluid seeping from inside me.

I’d never felt anything like it.

The feeling grew until I was panting, pressing my behind back against his hard body, and God forgive me, encouraging his actions.

“Need to be inside you, baby,” he groaned. “Need your tight, wet cunt around my cock. Need to feel you gushing on it when you come.”

“Oh,” I moaned, my tongue wanton with need and pleasure. “Hawk!”

Hawk froze behind me.

In an instant, his warmth disappeared. His fingers abandoned my clit. His dick disappeared from rimming my entrance.

“Kara? What the fuck…?”

The swirling, pleasurable feeling obliterated at the confusion in his tone. At the disgust.

I snatched my skirt and yanked it up, struggling out from beneath the covers. I’d never been so mortified in my life. My face burned with embarrassment, my body completely flushed from the way his touch had made me feel. The cool morning air hit me hard as I stumbled out of Hawk’s bed, but it did nothing to take away the fire that was engulfing me whole.

The one that Hawk had lit like I was tinder, and he was a match.

The man would burn me alive.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, fleeing the room.

Hawk groaned, “Fuck, Kara. Wait.”

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to turn back and look at him and see the horror on his face after realizing it was me he’d been touching and not one of the other women who normally frequented his bed.

I couldn’t bear it.

I ran from the clubhouse, into the woods, and kept on going until I couldn’t hear his shouts any longer.

24

HAYDEN

“Quit whining at me, cat. I already fed you,” I complained to the mewling creature standing on top of the table like he was king of the castle. “And get off of there.”

I scooped the little animal up and put him back down on the floor. How he managed to keep getting up there was beyond me, but he and his two sisters seemed hell-bent on destroying my apartment and getting into as much mischief as possible. There were cat toys and litterboxes everywhere, and I was covered in tiny scratches from their needle-sharp claws.

Shame they were so fucking cute and that I was already thinking of myself as their father.

I shook my head at how pathetic I was. “I need to get a life,” I mumbled.

“Or just get laid,” Liam called from the couch, a pile of papers in his hands, and the movie I’d been watching still playing in the background. “I mean, why start with something as big as getting a whole life, when you can niche down to focus on why you’re actually such a stick-in-the-mud?” He glanced up. “How long has it been since you had a girlfriend anyway? You’ve never brought anyone home to meet us.”

I raised an eyebrow at his questioning. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d invited a teenage girl over. I thought I’d asked my brother over to review a contract, not give me shit about how much sex I’m having.”

Liam grinned like I hadn’t just given him shit. “That long, huh?”

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