Page 82 of Rebel Hawke

“Just like that, Little Bird. You’re going to come for me as I push my cum up inside you.”

A little gasp fills my ears as I slip my fingers, still covered in my own cum, up inside her, coating her already slick cunt with my release. Pushing it deeper. Glazing every fucking centimeter of her cunt the way I would if my cock had been inside her when I came.

She bows up into my touch, clutching my head, dragging me even closer as I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing my jizz all along her inside as I work her over with my tongue until she comes again—harsh and fast.

“Atlas!”

My name echoes around the room as her nails dig into my skin and her thighs tighten around my neck and twist so hard that it feels like she might pop my fucking head off.

I don’t even care.

She may be set on this no-sex rule, and it just may kill me, but I’ll take anything Wren will give me, including a violent death between her legs.

13

WREN

My gut tightens more the higher the sun rises and the brighter the light streaming in the front windows of the studio becomes. Even with the film on them to try to keep the room cooler at the height of the day, the extending rays mean it’s official—Early Bird Pilates is open for business.

Somehow, I managed to do it in less than two weeks—on top of grappling with a mob boss threat and Atlas’ overbearing nature.

I should be thrilled.

I should be excited to have this venture finally happening.

But instead, a cool rock of dread sits heavy in my stomach, that little voice of doubt that I can’t seem to shut up screaming in the back of my mind.

I peek over my shoulder at Atlas, where he stands a few feet behind me, watching the sunrise before he goes next door for his morning training session. “What if no one comes?”

He offers me a half-smile and steps forward, wrapping his arms around me from me behind, tugging me against him.Warm lips press to the side of my neck, traveling over the edges of my scars. “You worry too much.”

“Do I, though?” I keep watching the street, that nagging feeling that I’ve completely failed at this already creeping in even deeper despite Altas’ best efforts to keep it at bay. “I haven’t been doing nearly enough to advertise this last week and a half when I’ve been setting things up.”

His lips feather over my ear, sending a shudder through me as memories of all the ways he foundnottohave sex over the last two days flash through my head. “I already told you that the girls have been working on it.”

Doingmyjob.

Just like they created my website for me.

As if called by his words, a line of cars pull up in front of the studio, and one by one, each of the Hawke women climb from them, all in athletic gear with bags slung over their shoulders.

I peek at Atlas. “Did you know they were coming?”

He grins and presses a kiss on my cheek. “Yep. I’ll see you later. I have to go let your grandfather kick my ass.”

“Be nice to him.”

Atlas smirks before he disappears in the door that separates the studio from the gym, and the studio door flies open with a line of chatting, excited women.

Kennedy barrels in first and throws her arms around me before I can even say hi. “I am so excited for my first class, but you better take it easy on me.”

“I wasn’t expecting all of you guys.”

She releases me and pulls back with a grin. “I know.” Her shoulders rise and fall. “But we figured we would be your first customers.”

The rest of the Hawke women file in, each one giving me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before they all find a reformer and drop their bags along the wall beside them.

Astrid brings up the rear of the line and stops, giving me a smirk. “If we did our jobs, every single one of your classes will be full today.”

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