I did as he ordered, my body primed for him. I heard his zipper open, then his dick was inside me and I was biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
“Not a sound,” he rasped as he slammed into me from behind.
My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, but I knew he’d do nothing to relieve that pressure. This was his way. His torture. His glorious, glorious torture.
He’d fuck me in public, then make love to me in private later, but I’d have to wait for him to take his time. This was our foreplay and it was exciting as hell.
“Come,” he whispered, and I did. Ohmigod, how I did.
He rezipped his jeans, and got a kitchen towel wet before slipping it between my legs and cleaning me up. After slapping my ass, he threw the towel in the laundry room which was right off the kitchen.
“Can’t wait to fuck your tits later,” he said, kissing me deeply. He tugged one of my bra cups down and rolled a nipple between his fingers before righting my clothing with a grin. “Gonna fuck them hard.”
I stroked his beard. “Can’t wait, handsome.”
“Can’t huh?”
“Not happily, no.”
He chuckled, raising my skirt, this time from the front, and slipping his hand between my legs again. “You need a little more relief?”
I nodded as I swallowed. “Please.”
His thumb went straight to my clit, while three fingers pushed inside of me. I gripped his shoulders for balance and leaned into his hand. Hawk wrapped his free arm around my waist to anchor me to him as his fingers fucked me ’til I exploded.
In the middle of our kitchen.
It was awesome.
“I’m gonna let you feel that for a bit,” Hawk said, kissing me again as he ran his hand through my wetness. “I’ll lick you clean later.”
I squeezed my legs closed. “Ohmigod, Alex. You’re impossible.”
He chuckled. “Just gave you two orgasms in the middle of the kitchen. I’m pretty sure I could fuck with your tits right now and give you another one, so impossible isn’t the word that comes to mind, but okay, baby. Impossible it is.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Love you,” he whispered, kissing me again.
“Love you too,” I rasped, leaning close. “Are you feeling better about Maverick and Lily officially dating?”
“No.”
“Honey, he adores her. You know he’ll take care of her.”
“She’s my baby girl, Pay. I get it, but you’re gonna need to give me a little while to get used to it.”
I didn’t point out that they’d been inseparable for a very long time and that this stage in their relationship was inevitable. If Maverick was anything like his father, he’d already made Lily his in every way imaginable. I was actually okay with that, because I knew he was hers and had been forever.
“I can give you that, Alex.”
Hawk wrapped his arms around me and held me for a few precious moments, then we went about finishing dinner.
Cassidy
I arrived home before my family, so I dumped my dance bag in the laundry room and headed to my shower. Ace and the kids were at the compound decorating, blissfully giving me a night off. Considering I’d been there all week, I was wiped. On top of the party plans, I still had my normal schedule of dance classes, although, today was my last one for the season, so I had the next three weeks off.
As the water flowed over me, easing the pain in my muscles, I did a mental checklist of everything we still needed to do. I had been doing this every night for a week and I was grumpy. I shouldn’t be. I loved every second, but I’d barely seen my husband, and I missed him.
“I love it when you’re all wet.”
I let out a squeal as I jumped, spinning to glare at my man through the fogged-up glass. “Carter!”
He chuckled. “Did I scare you, baby?”
“I swear to God, you are not funny.”
“You swear to God I’m not funny?” he murmured as he stripped. “Can you do that? I mean, is that a thing?”
I pushed my wet hair away from my face and shook my head. “You’re—”
“Not funny,” he finished. “I know.”
Sliding the door open, he stepped inside, and my heart raced at his beauty. God, I could not get enough of looking at him. Or touching him. He was tall and built, all sinew and muscle like he’d been formed from granite. Despite being in love and together for as long as I could remember it seemed, this man still brought me to my knees.
Like now.
Wrapping my hand around his already rock-hard cock, I licked the tip, then ran my tongue up the base. “God, I’ve missed you.”
He chuckled, his hand going to my head. “Apparently.”
I looked up at him. “Are you going to let me finish?”
“Really want my cock inside your cunt, so probably not.” He stroked my cheek. “But if you want me to lead you to believe otherwise for a minute, I’ll do it.”
I sighed and rose to my feet, sliding my hands up his chest. “How long do we have?”
“All night. Dropped the truck off at the compound, hid Hatch’s gift from Maisie, Tillie’s at Knight’s, Liam’s at Booker’s, and Maverick’s out with Lily.”
I let out a quiet squeak and wrapped my arms around him. “Sixteen.”
“Sixteen?”
“Orgasms. I want. I need.”
He dropped his head back and laughed before cupping my cheeks and kissing me gently. “Challenge accepted.”
Lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist, he guided himself inside of me, then anchored me to the shower wall.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped, rolling a nipple between his fingers.
“As soon as you said we had all night, it was a flood.”
He growled, kissing me deeply and slamming into me as his tongue slid against mine. Even though I no longer danced for a professional company, ballet was still my life and I taught multiple times a week. This made me strong.
This fact made my man crazy, and it made him crazy because he could pretty much put me wherever he wanted me, and my body was limber enough to comply.
Ace was tall... I was small. It was a perfect match, and every time we made love, he worshiped me. Honestly, he worshiped me even when we weren’t naked, and I adored him.
Keeping me tight to his body, he flipped off the water and gingerly carried me out of the bathroom and settled me on our mattress.
“Our sheets’ll be soaked,” I objected.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he said, and lifted my hips so he could bury himself deeper.
“That’s because you don’t have to sleep in the wet—oh!” I lost all coherent thought when he shifted, and his cock hit the spot. “Ace.”
“What were you sayin’?”
“Nothing. I was saying nothing,” I panted out.
He hovered above me, then set one hand on the bed beside me and slid one to my clit, pressing his finger against it as he pushed inside of me again. “Still nothin’?”
I gripped his arm and lifted my hips. “Harder.”
He stood up again and grinned down at me. “Legs up, baby.”
I slid my legs from around his waist and anchored my ankles to his shoulders, and he pulled my body even closer to his.