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And that was all she needed.
Her climax burst over her and she clamped her fingers tight around her clitoris, bucking against him as her cunny spasmed, tugging him deeper and deeper. Hawk froze, embedded deep inside her, allowing her to bask in the wonder that was coming around such a thick cock.
Yes.
Her climax seemed to go on forever, her entire body shaking as the tremors worked through her. But at long last, she released her tension and allowed her body to go slack against themattress. Only then did Hawk begin to move again, with a soft growl.
He stroked out of her once, then back in again, then out again. Again. Again, and then he froze for a moment. Suddenly he reached between their bodies, pulled his cock from her, and thrust it slick against her arse.
She felt him spill, his seed sliding down the cleft between her cheeks, toward her cunny, heard his groan, felt him using the tip of his cock to paint her skin with his spend.
And while a part of her appreciated his forethought not to spill inside of her, she admitted to a brief disappointment he hadn’t claimed her in every way.
Likely for the best. The man could be a murderer, and you have been sent to find the evidence to punish him.
As perfect as this day was, the reminder was heavy.
With a sigh, Hawk collapsed on the bed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her with him. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled shakily.
“Christ, Marcia, I’ve missed ye,” he whispered harshly.
There was nothing she could do except stroke his skin and push down the bittersweet thoughts. “I have missed you too, Hawk. Thank you for reminding me of how good we are together.”
“Good? Nay.” He kissed her head. “We’re fookingperfect.”
Yes, theywereperfect together.
But they wouldn’t be when their secrets were revealed.
CHAPTER 8
Hawk’s stomach was growling as he helped Marcia mount her mare. He was hungry, aye, but also more satisfied than he’d been in…hell, ten years.
And when she caught his hand and smiled down at him, that soft smile so like the one he’d fallen in love with? Hawk was lost. Nothing to do but smile back, and tell himself that this light, effervescent feeling in his chest wasn’t guilt.
Ten years.
Ten years lost because he’d been too much of a coward to burst into that room, declare his intentions, and learn that both MarciaandBull would have welcomed his suit? He could have spent the last ten years with this joy as a constant in his life, and instead…
Well, instead, he’d better start fooking making up for lost time, hadn’t he?
The sun was already sinking over the distant Loch Striven, but Hawk couldn’t regret the way they’d spent the day. The hours with Marcia in his arms once more had seemed like heaven, andit had been easy enough to push away the old worries about Bull’s response.
Bull would have been delighted to call you brother.
Marcia had said those words, moments before explaining the truth of what had happened all those years ago.
A brother.
Bullhadbeen a brother to him, which is why Hawk had been so fooking guilty when it came to seducing his younger sister.
She was an enthusiastic participant. Dinnae take her agency from her.
“You are worrying again.”
Marcia’s words cut through his thoughts, and when he glanced over at her as she rode so confidently, she was smiling.
Christ, but he loved having the real Marcia back. The Marcia he’d fallen in love with so long ago. The Marcia he still loved.
