Page 36 of Torn In Two

I’d told myself I’d come in here to thank him for what he’d done. I’d thought I couldn’t sleep because he was lying in here, thinking I still hated him, when nothing could be further from the truth.

I was just as in love with Hawk as he’d claimed to be with me. I had been for weeks, and his lies hadn’t changed that.

I was still angry.

But I still loved him.

And my body hadn’t forgotten the way it felt when I was in his arms.

His growl turned feral as he repeated his question. “Why are you here, Little Mouse?”

Heat engulfed me. Flushed right through my body, head to toe, leaving tingles of pleasure in its wake.

Hawk’s gaze hot on my skin loosened my tongue. Brought forth the words I never thought I’d be brave enough to say.

“I’m claiming something you owe me,” I whispered. “You said all I had to do was come to your room.”

I pulled my shirt off, leaving myself in nothing but panties. My heart slammed against my chest, beating too fast, nerves suddenly taking place of the heat and my own insecurities screaming obscenities for being so bold.

A week in a hospital had done nothing to slim out the belly rolls. My hips were still padded with the fat Josiah had always found disgusting.

But Hawk just groaned at the sight of my naked breasts. His gaze roamed my body with nothing but the pure lust and desire he’d shown me time and time again in the cabin outside these walls.

“Get over here and sit on my face, Kara.”

I blinked.

He chuckled, leaning out of bed to hook his fingers into the elastic of my underwear. “I love putting that look of shock on your face.” He tugged on the fabric, forcing me to trot the last few steps to the side of his bed. “But I love the look you get right before you come even more.”

He dragged my panties down my thighs.

I reached for the lamp to turn it off, but he caught my hand.

“No. I want you to see how much I enjoy fucking you with my tongue. Want you dripping down my throat, Little Mouse. Open up.”

He drew one thick arm around my thigh, guiding me onto the bed to straddle him. Everything I had was bared to him, and he wasted no time in sliding down, positioning himself between my legs.

Mortification shook my thighs, but Hawk didn’t give me time for it to last long. He used his broad shoulders to knock my knees out wider, lowering my core so his tongue could slick right through my center.

I moaned loudly and then clapped a hand over my mouth, knowing Hayley Jade was just on the other side of the thin wall.

Hawk reached up and pulled my hand away. “Fuck that. I want this entire clubhouse hearing you moan. Hayley Jade sleeps like she’s dead. If she can sleep through Aloha and Gunner watching a hockey game and screaming at the screen nonstop for two hours, then she’ll sleep through any noise you make.”

He licked my slit again, and despite his assurances, I muffled the cry of pleasure, turning my head to press my mouth against my shoulder.

The rhythm he set was agonizingly slow, his leisurely licks alternated with deep plunges of his tongue and muffled words of how good I tasted.

I fought to keep my weight off of him, grabbing on to the headboard, my arms shaking with the effort of keeping him from suffocating beneath me.

But he nipped at my inner thigh. “Get your hands off that headboard and on your tits.”

“I can’t!” I protested, legs trembling from how far I had them spread. I wasn’t Amber or Kiki, with their toned inner thigh muscles from working out. I’d never worked out a day in my life, and my inner thigh muscles were nonexistent. If I wasn’t hanging on to the board my entire weight would be on his face.

He’d said to sit on him, but I really didn’t want to have to explain to the police that the dead man in this bed was courtesy of suffocation via vagina.

“Not gonna say it again, Little Mouse. “Hands on your tits. Squeeze your nipples until they’re as pink and sweet as your pussy is.”

He had no idea how unfit I was. Or how fat. He was used to Amber’s skinny legs that he could probably breathe around just fine when he did this to her.

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