Page 22 of Hawk

“For making my first time so wonderful.You can’t imagine how long I’ve dreaded that act.But I chose you.And you let me.”She stood then, not trying to cover herself.“It was glorious, Hawk.More than I ever imagined it could be.”

My chest swelled with a satisfaction so deep I’d never felt anything like it.I’d gone from an angry, grizzled ex-con to a love-struck idiot in the span of a few hours.I knew my brothers would razz me unmercifully, but I couldn’t give a fuck.Let them laugh.I was the one with this incredible woman in my bed.Besides, Knuckles and Gunnar knew.They’d gone through the same sprint to the finish line with their women.So, yeah.Fuck ’em.They’d get theirs.If they were lucky.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Killer.Because that was just the beginning.”I rose from the bed and pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply.When she pushed me back, we were both breathing hard.

“Shower first,” she said with a wide, satisfied smile.“We both smell like sex.”

“Part of me likes that idea.”My grin was unrepentant.“Let your brother know you’re mine.”

“Are you sure about that?All you know about my brother is that he’s a better killer than me.What I’ve told you is the watered-down version.Mainly because that’s what Vic gives me.Whatever he does I don’t know about, you can bet your ass he’s in a league all his own.

“Fine.”I sighed dramatically.“Shower it is.”Her merry laughter was the sweetest music I’d ever heard.

I followed her into the bathroom, unwilling to let her out of my sight.If this was all a dream, I was playing it out until she called off.The bathroom was small but functional.It did have a large, comfortable shower.Most of us refused the bigger, fancier top floor apartments simply because we didn’t trust too much comfort, but large, private showers were a luxury none of us had on the inside and swore never to do without on the outside.Personally, I found myself rethinking not wanting one of the bigger, fancier apartments.I wanted to give Carrie every comfort I possibly could, even if I was an ex-con with nothing to his name.Literally.I turned on the water, letting it heat up while I watched her move around the space, gathering the towels and shampoo Hannah and Pippa had thought to bring.God knew I didn’t have that girly shit.Give me some good, clean Irish Spring or something and I was more than good.

“You’re staring,” she said without looking at me.

“Can’t help it.You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

A blush spread up her neck to her cheeks.When she turned to look over her shoulder, I saw that the blush painted the tops of her breasts almost to the nipples.I had a moment to wonder if her skin would be hot to touch.“I’m not used to compliments.”

“Get used to it.”I stepped into the shower and pulled her in after me.“Because I’m not gonna stop telling you how perfect you are.”

“I thought we were in a hurry?”She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

“We are.That’s why I’m offering to wash your back.”I gave her my most innocent look, which probably wasn’t very convincing.

To my delight, her face brightened into a glorious smile.“I think I’d like that.”Instead of turning around, however, she stepped into my arms and laced her fingers behind my neck.With those absolutely magnificent breasts mashed against my chest, her body mashed against my cock as she leaned up to kiss me, I was about to come against her soft belly.“How long do we have?”

I groaned.“Not fuckin’ long enough.”I wrapped my arms around her and urged her to kiss me again.“Knuckles said fifteen minutes, but I can probably push it to thirty.”

“You cannot push it to thirty, you asshole.”Knuckles’s voice boomed from outside the bathroom.Carrie squealed and let me go, taking up a defensive stance on instinct.I moved my body in front of hers as I stuck my head around the glass enclosure of the shower.

“The fuck, Knuckles?I told you we’d be down!”

“Fifteen minutes,” Knuckles repeated.“You have three left.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle.Carrie looked like she wasn’t sure if she should be angry or amused.“Guess I can’t push it to thirty.”

“Damned straight you can’t!Move it!”

“What crawled up your ass, Knuckles?”

“Your woman’s brother.Water’s still runnin’.You’re down to two and a half minutes.”

“I never pegged you for the mother hen type, Knuckles.”Carrie raised her voice to be heard over the water and through the door, but I could almost see Knuckles’s face as if he were standing right in front of us.

There was a long pause and I thought Knuckles had left, then I heard him grumble, “That was cold, woman.Really fuckin’ cold.”Then his heavy boots thudded as he left our apartment.

“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll apologize!”she called out again, louder this time.

Knuckles hollered back, “Nobody likes that person, Carrie.”

Carrie burst out laughing as she turned me so I faced her.Her lips found mine, and she kissed me again, continuing to laugh.

I chuckled against her lips.“You’re gonna fit right in here, Killer.Come on, let’s get rinsed off before Knuckles comes back with reinforcements.”When we stepped out, I wrapped her in a towel before grabbing one for myself.

“I don’t have any clean clothes,” Carrie said, suddenly looking uncertain.

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