Page 19 of Always and Forever

As promised, Quill and Hawke pick up Luisa and I from the airport. As soon as Quill sees me walking out from the sliding doors, he picks me up and kisses me as if he hasn’t seen me for months, when it’s only been a day. But I don’t mind, I love it when he kisses me, not caring about where we are or who can see us. I think that’s what I love most about him, the fact that he takes what he wants, because if it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be married to the man today.

Driving to the clubhouse in the SUV, I look over my shoulder at Lu and Hawke and find them both staring out their windows. Hawke still hasn’t explained to Lu the full story behind him leaving the wedding early, all we know is that it has to do with his ex, Josie. Whatever it was she needed must have been important for Hawke to leave Lu behind

I feel warmth on my hand, and look down to find Quill’s wrapped in mine. “Fallin’” by Jessica Mauboy plays softly through the car’s stereo, and I catch Quill’s gaze as it travels from my eyes to my lips. Heat spreads through me and I bite down on my lip, wanting so desperately for him to take me here and now, but knowing at the same time how crazy that sounds. He’s so hot, the way his muscles flex as he grips the steering wheel, while his other hand is on me. He’s wearing a white wifebeater, his cut over the top of it. His ripped blue jeans reveal the tanned skin of his thighs, and I squeeze mine together to try and control the throbbing in my clit. How can this man make me crave him, just by looking at him? Quill’s mouth lifts in a smirk, obviously gauging my need for him. He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses it, before nipping on my index finger. I lick my lips, and his eyes focus on my tongue’s movement. They’re crystal blue; I could get lost in those blue eyes.

“How you feeling?” Quill asks as his hand releases mine, only to travel over my stomach, making circles with his palm. “And how is my baby?”

I smile. His baby. I feel so protected and loved that butterflies erupt in my stomach. “We’re both good,” I reply as I cover his hand with mine and follow his movements.

We stop at a red light, and he leans in and kisses me briefly. “I want you so much,” he whispers against my lips, and my face heats up thinking Luisa or Hawke heard him. “Don’t worry, baby, I doubt they’re hearing any of this. Their minds are somewhere else.”

“I hate seeing them like this,” I admit quietly.

“I know. You just gotta trust that they’ll work it out. And they will.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because, babe, I know my boy, he’ll soon fix this. He’s a good man.”

I look over my shoulder once again, still finding both of them staring out their windows. I lower my voice. “He’d better, because if he doesn’t, I’m going to kick him in his balls,” I say, smiling.

Quill’s eyebrows raise. “Baby, I ain’t ever gonna want to hear you talking about my brother’s balls.”

I laugh out loud as the scent of fresh soap and cologne hit my senses. Quill’s hair is still slightly wet from his shower, and I can smell his bodywash on him. His full lips lift in a smile, and I lean in and kiss them gently. “Oh, and Quill?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I want you too, so much.”

His eyes turn a darker shade of blue, and I can clearly see the pained expression now on his face. I smirk. “Fuck, Jazz. When you say shit like that, I could take you here and now.”

I’m about to reply when a horn sounds from behind us. “Fuck,” he grunts, and then he’s changing gears and taking off.

When we reach the clubhouse, I step out of the SUV and spy Luisa. “You okay,” I ask when I notice tears in her eyes. I travel my hand over her hair, and see Hawke and Quill removing our bags from the trunk not far away.

“I’m just peachy,” she replies sarcastically, and when Hawke comes around the front to us, she takes off walking at full speed.

Hawke drops her bags at his feet, and curses, “Fuck!” He runs his hand through his long hair, and I punch his shoulder hard.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Because you’re an asshole, that’s why. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you in the balls.”

Hawke’s face turns soft, and I rest my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes at him. I poke my finger at his chest, forcing him to move back. “Now you listen to me, Hawke. You fix this.”

“But, Jazzy—”

I stop him. “I don’t want to hear it. You’ve got a good woman there,” I say, pointing the same finger to where Luisa just walked through. “Now, I don’t care what your deal is, and why you upped and left my wedding, but I do care about her. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you, so now you go in there and talk to her and make things right. You got me, Hawke?”

I hear a chuckle behind me, and turn my angry eyes on Quill. “What are you laughing at?”

Quill doesn’t answer—he knows me too well by now—just raises his palms up at me in a plea, but I don’t miss the adoration in his expression. Damn him, why does he have to be so cute now?

I turn around to face Hawke again, who’s rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ve tried, Jazz, but….”

“You haven’t tried hard enough. Now you get your ass in there, and fix this.”

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