“I just haven’t really been around the clubhouse, so I figured what better time than now?”
We stopped at the back wall with the tapestry that held their emblem. Lots of names were listed below the grim reaper, all men, including her father’s.
Hawk pointed to the last name on the tapestry. “That was Pops.” He tapped his finger hard a few times, then dropped his hand as he stared at the name.
“I’m so sorry about your father,” I said quietly and threaded my fingers through his, squeezing his hand.
He squeezed mine back as the muscle in his jaw ticked on his clean shaven face. After a few seconds, he turned to me, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of my hand. His crystal blue eyes looked down at me, his face hard to read. “I didn’t want a woman.”
My breath hitched, but I forced my chin up. I tightened my jaw to keep my mouth from falling open and hoped I could quell the heat rising in my chest. Maybe I’d completely misread things.
He stepped closer, cupping my cheek and forcing my gaze on his. “I’ve watched my mother suffer since his passing. I didn’t ever want anyone to hurt so deeply for me.” His eyes dropped briefly as his brows pinched. When he looked up again he said, “And I didn’t want to suffer the way she has. But I suffer every day now.”
My lips parted and I whispered, “I’m not trying to make your life difficult, Hawk.” Anything over a whisper and my voice would crack and the tears wouldn’t be far behind.
A deep chuckle came from his chest. His hand went from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “My Kitty Kat. You’re not making my life difficult. I’m sorry. I’m not really good with this stuff.” He leaned down to look at me straight on. “I suffer because I always think of you. But I don’t just imagine the good parts.” His brow furrowed. “I worry something will happen to you. That someone will try to take you from me. That someone will try to hurt you to get to me. And it’s a torture like I’ve never known.”
My breath hitched as my heart swelled. My hand went to his chest. “Hawk, I’m safe. Nothing is going to happen to me.”
He shook his head. “For now. But things change fast. I’ve seen it.” His hand squeezed, tightening around a fistful of hair as the other squeezed my hip, his forehead resting on mine. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”
Reaching behind his neck, I pulled him to me, demanding a kiss. He obliged, his mouth devouring mine as we pulled each other closer. I’d crawl into his clothes if I could, just to be nearer to him.
His tongue searched the recesses of my mouth and my hands tightened in his hair. Heat flushed my skin and wetness rushed to my core as he worked the button on my jeans. I toed my shoes off and helped push my pants down, but the rest happened so fast I couldn’t even get my socks off.
He lifted me to the edge of the table, my shirt still on. He was fully clothed. I worked his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock, and he quickly slipped inside in one thrust.
I held onto his shoulders as he rammed in and out of me. Our kisses were hungry and urgent with each move of his hips. My legs wrapped tightly around him and I simply held on for the ride.
He moved his hand between us and rubbed his thumb over my clit. “Come for my Kitty Kat.”
Gritting my teeth, not wanting to be noisy, I sucked in a breath as the waves began to crash through me. My grip was like a vise on his hair and neck as my pussy throbbed around him.
He grunted, his thrusts quick and deep before he finally relaxed his shoulders, still holding onto me tightly with the other arm.
We both worked to catch our breath, but he gave light, sweet kisses to me between deep exhales.
As our breathing slowed, he pulled back and brushed a stray hair from my now sweaty face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Well, you’re quite easy on the eyes. Although I wish I had seen more of you.”
He grinned. “Well, we can rectify that later. But I had to have you right now.”
“No complaints here. But did we just break some sort of sanctity of the room?” I joked.
He pulled out of me and fixed his pants. “What good is it to be president if I can’t have my wife in Church?” He ran his hands between my legs then smeared the remnants of our quickie all over my mound and my below my belly button. “I’ll wash that off later. It better be there when I’m ready.”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
He grabbed my pants from the floor and looked down at my socks with little strawberries on them. He ran his hand over one foot. “These are cute,” he said before he put my pants back on over each foot.
“Well, I wouldn’t normally dream of doing that with socks on, but you were a little needy,” I said as I slipped from the table and pulled my jeans the rest of the way.
He jerked me close and gripped my face in his hand. “I’mamneedy for you, all the fucking time.”
Holy shit. He was finally saying the things I’d beenwanting to hear. If I were braver, I’d demand we go again because that was so hot. But instead, I demanded another kiss before we rejoined everyone else.
Chapter 25
