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CHAPTER 39

Ivy

One thing about Hawke is he’s very self-assured. He always knows what he wants and doesn’t let anything get in his way. And if something does, it’s just a roadblock he barrels through. Every time I’m with him, I know I’m wanted by him. And I’ve come to depend on his unwavering confidence. When I stabbed Jared, I was nervous, but the moment Hawke was standing behind me, I knew I could take on anything.

I’m not a killer, but someone like Jared definitely deserves a knife to the stomach for what he did to Makayla. I know what the guys will do to him will be much worse, but I had to do it for her. I’m now just as involved with this as she was, if not more.

Hawke kisses me all the way to his bedroom, carrying me up the stairs. My weight is never an obstacle for him. He groans as I pepper him with desire. He walks straight into the bathroom and turns the shower on, most likely understanding that having blood on my hands and dress is not common for me.

He’s so in tune with my needs, and it terrifies me as I further lean into depending on it. He places me on the counter, kicking out of his shoes and removing his clothes. I bite my bottom lipas I watch him, my pussy pounding. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this man.

“I’m going to wash every part of you he put his hands on,” he promises with a growl, and his eyes turn to that stark black shade I love so much. When he steps between my legs, I place my hand on his chest.

“Do you get jealous when I’m with other men, Hawke?” I want him, but this is important. I need to know how he truly views me because it’s become too difficult for me to compartmentalize him in the “just sex” category. As much as I’ve pushed it away, I need to know where we stand. Tonight, I need to know.

“I don’t like men touching what’s mine. So, yes, it turns me on when you stab them.”

I try not to laugh at his misinterpretation, and I remember Billie giving advising me that I need to speak directly with Hawke. But does he even understand what he’s saying when he says, “what’s mine”?

“Maybe we should be a thing,” I suggest, feeling all the air rush out of my lungs as I say it. I’ve never once worried about a guy rejecting me, but part of me wonders if I misunderstood all this. Maybe I really am just someone to fill his time with until the next person comes along.

“What do you mean? I thought we already were,” he says, confused. A weird tension runs between us, and we pause, his very hard cock standing at attention between us.

“As in, we don’t see any other people,” I clarify, just to make sure we’re on the same page because you never know with Hawke.

“Obviously. You were just on a date, weren’t you? And I stabbed him. See, we’re a thing.” He smiles, and it’s so big that it makes my heart beat faster. Why does he make my heart do that?

No man has ever done that.

“So, are we a thing?” I repeat with a stupid smile on my face.

“Of course, we’re a fucking thing!” he crows just before he crushes his lips to mine, holding my face with one hand, his other sliding up my leg and pushing my dress up. I help him, raising it over my head, and let him grab me by the waist as he forces me straight onto his cock. It takes my breath as I adjust to his size, and he walks us over to the shower. I love how he carries me, how he pins me against the tile wall and pumps into me, kissing me and branding me as water washes away our sins of the day.

I whimper as he destroys me from the inside, always pushing me to the threshold of my limits with the size of his cock. But it’s not just that. It’s Hawke and all he embodies, and despite the circumstances, I feel like we’re finally coming to an understanding that goes beyond sex.

I want Hawke. I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, feeling them shift beneath my hands as he pumps into me, water raining over us as blood washes down his back from my hands. It’s a fucking mess, and my head feels all over the place as I try to work through everything that’s happened today. But right now, I’m with Hawke, and he’s always had this ability to pull me out of my fixations and focus only on him.

And so I fall into a steady rhythm, matching his thrusts and kisses as he fills me with confidence for whatever we have to tackle next. Because the storm isn’t yet over, but I can depend on him to ground me.

CHAPTER 40

Hawke

“I’m a thing,” I announce to Ford, Eli, and Dutton. Dutton shakes his head as if he thinks I’m crazy, which I kind of am, but I don’t take judgment from them seriously since they’re just as unhinged.

“Okay, is that supposed to mean something?” Eli asks as we enter one of his many warehouses. When we walk in, Jared is tied to a chair. I was in such a good mood, and seeing him there puts an even bigger perk in my step.

“I was wondering what took you so long,” Dutton says under his breath. I was only an hour late, but there was no fucking way I was leaving Ivy by herself until I claimed her as mine all over again. I left her at my house, running her a hot bath before promising I’d be back. I swear to God, if she runs out on me, I’ll be banging down her apartment door.

Jared begins to struggle against his restraints. The wound to his stomach has been somewhat bandaged, but he’s sweating and looking an interesting shade of green.

“You know, like you and Jewel. We’re a thing,” I tell him proudly.

Ford starts laughing, and I smile big at Eli, who takes a moment to realize what I’m saying. “Is Ivy aware of this?”

“I’m also guessing it’swithIvy?” Ford says.

“Of course it is,” I tell him. “Who else would it be?”

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