“Yes…yes, Hawk. Oh God!” I sob as I feel yet another orgasm threatening to tear through me, so close that my thighs begin to tremble and I brace for it, and then Hawk pushes up and closes his mouth hotly around my clit and suckles the bud softly…sending me right off the edge with a scream. I thrash on the bed as the orgasm sends shock waves through my system and stars dancing behind my eyes. My sex contracts and releases around his finger rhythmically, the pleasure too much to bear. I feel dampness trickling down my thighs.
My entire body is shaking when Hawk finally pulls back with a heat flashing in his eyes and a wicked grin spread over his glistening mouth. I notice that the towel has come off and his massive cock is angry and alert.
“My turn now,” he says, nudging me up and climbing into bed. He grips his cock and strokes himself as he runs his eyes over me, letting them linger on my nipples, pebbled against the see-through gown. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes.” I shouldn’t crave even more of this man after what just happened, but there is no making sense of the desperation I feel around him. “Take me,” I whisper, opening my legs for him, my heart racing as he settles between them. “Make me yours—”
His mouth is on mine before the words are out, and I gasp against him when I feel his massive girth slide between my folds and push against my entrance. Slowly, he enters me, his mouth breathing against mine in the most intimate of ways. “Mine,” he pants against my lips as he starts to move, slowly at first ashe rocks his hips gently against mine. “You belong to me now, angel.”
“Yes, yours,” I whimper, looping my arms around him, holding tight as his shaft fills and stretches me. Christ, he’s so big. Days of having sex with him and he still fills me to completion. “Faster, Hawk.”
His mouth finds mine as he starts thrusting into me, shudders racking his body as he starts to move faster and harder into me. The kiss turns wet and obscene, his hands touching everywhere he can. He grips my hips and waist, fondles my breasts and teases my nipples as he takes me in what quickly shifts to brutal strokes. I give back just as much as I draw lines down his back with my nails, and with the threat of yet another orgasm, I start writhing under him, pushing up to meet his thrusts. Desperate to feel him come apart with me.
We come together.
His muscles still against mine seconds before my orgasm tears through. His deep guttural growl meshes with my own pleasured cries, my sex pulsing achingly around his jerking manhood. His hips slap hard against mine as he fills me with his hot seed, and my sex cinches hard around him, milking him to the last drop.
My hands lose their grip on his back and slide down to the bed. He pulls out of me and drops down on the spot next to me so we’re both staring at the ceiling.
“Wow,” I manage when blood isn’t pounding in my ears and my breathing is back to normal. I turn my side to look at Hawk to find him already watching me, those sky-blue eyes filled with so much desire that it fills me with shock. “Hawk, surely there’s no way—”
He grins. “We’re only getting started, angel,” he says, reaching up and brushing a hand over my cheek and down my neck to my breasts. A shudder rolls through me when he pinches my nipple over the dress. “The night is still young.”
***
I’m practically humming as I head to the music hall. Perhaps I should be a little concerned with the fact that I barely got any sleep last night, but I find that I don’t care or regret the actions that led to that result. Not when my body feels so limber.
I glance at my wristwatch and realize that I’m just on time. I was half-terrified that I wouldn’t make it, given the way I spent my wedding night, but it seems I’m not too late. I immediately spot George when I walk into the waiting room, so I rush to him with a smile and take the seat next to his.
“Good morning,” I say cheerfully, meeting his grin with my own.
“Morning. Someone looks extremely happy this morning,” he says, nudging my arm. “Have a good night?”
I flush at that. George was one of the few people I told about my engagement and sudden marriage. One of the few people I knew would be genuinely happy for me. Friends in the orchestra are really hard to make, so I’ve always treasured the few that I have.
“Have the auditions begun?” I ask, hoping to change the topic from my wedding night to the matter at hand.
“Just. Three people have already gone.”
Shit, I should have tried harder to arrive earlier, but when Hawk joined me in the shower, I knew there was no way that was going to happen. “I don’t mind that I have a later slot. They say the last people always make the best impression.”
“Or the judges will be too tired to pay attention by then,” he says before leaning back against his seat in a position that indicates he’s not getting up anytime soon. “So, how come we haven’t met this hunk you married? I figured he would at least drop you off so we could interrogate him.”
“He’s busy and couldn’t make it,” I say, my thoughts slipping back to Hawk. A part of me thinks his making love to me this morning was a way to seek comfort for the hard day ahead.
The custody hearing is today.
He could lose Wren. Despite everything he’s done to make sure it doesn’t happen, I could still see the fear in his eyes. It hurts that neither of us could be there for the other and we have to fight for the things we love alone. At least for today.
There’s a loud scream behind us, and my head whips around just in time to spot Darla storming into the room, the door swinging behind her. Her face is contorted, eyes blazing, and I can see spittle fly from her mouth as she screams.
“Oh, for the love of Jesus, what now?” George groans from beside me before straightening in his seat to watch Darla make her way toward us. My stomach clenches, a familiar knot of dread forming as it always does when I have to deal with Darla.
“I always knew you were a fucking snake!” she hisses, her eyes so hard and cold. I flinch when she gets closer. “You touched my violin, didn’t you? Everyone here knows I play better than you, so you messed with my instrument to fuck with me!”
The room falls into a dead silence. Darla has never confronted me this directly before. She’s always making snide comments when we’re in the same room, and throwing jabs but never to my face. And now…Christ, she’s accusing me of sabotaging her audition?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I didn’t touch your violin. I don’t even which one is yours!”
