16. Come Home

SIXTEEN

Come Home

ETAIN

M y day with Sasha was amazing, and with the two of us working together, I was much further along with sorting out RR Mechanics’ financial dilemma. I’m itching to see their tax returns because I have a feeling that Hawk’s overpaid there as well. The tally is now thirty thousand seven hundred and twenty-four dollars and twelve cents that’s owed back to them in invoice overpayments.

Despite the way the morning started off, Sasha rallied, and it wasn’t long before she was back to her calm, Zen self. She was a tremendous help in organizing and sorting. Sasha never brought up the incident with her father, and I didn’t want to bring it up either. I thought a safer topic was work.

Sasha’s a computer programmer. I never would have imagined her behind a computer, but I guess it just goes to show that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

“I work freelance. I’ve built a list of clients, and whenever they need me or refer me, I see if I like the project and decide if I want to take it,” she said with a shrug. “I do okay for myself, and I have all I need,” she adds, looking around at her carefully decorated home. “I’m happy.”

She said those words, and I believe her, except for the happy part. Don’t get me wrong, I can see that Sasha’s a happy person most of the time, but not always, and definitely not today. She did show me some of work, not that I understood it. She’s creative and smart, and she can be funny.

Before I left to head back to my place, I gave her a humongous hug. “Later, bestie!” I chirped in her ear.

“You’re the best friend I could ever have asked for,” she returned.

L ee and Declan hang out outside while I make dinner. Tonight is chicken marsala with twice-baked potatoes and salad. While I have the food in the oven, I decide to take a shower. I turn on the hot water and slip in under it, letting the water cascade over me. I close my eyes, turn my face up, and feel the tension of the day ease away.

Suddenly, the shower door slides open, and I let out a shriek. A fully naked Hawk steps in. Before I can say a word, he has me pinned up against the tiled wall, and his mouth is on mine. It’s not just a kiss; he’s devouring my mouth. My arms go around his neck, while he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, his lips still touching mine. “This is going to go fast, baby.”

“Don’t wait.” He surges inside me, his long, thick cock filling me up. “Ethan!” I cry. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had. He feels so good and even better as he thrusts in and out, hard and fast. It’s like I’ve lost all control, and all I can do is feel the electricity sparking between us and my body craving more of what he gives me.

Hawk’s grunts and groans in my ear only excite me further. I love how he loses himself, and watching him come is a sight to behold. He’s a warrior celebrating his latest victory with his roar. There’s no one else like him, and he’s mine.

His hands on my ass pull me forward, tilting me slightly, but just enough so that on his next thrust, he hits just the spot to have me begging for more.

“Baby, please. Ethan, I have to come.”

“Let go, Ginger,” he urges.

And I do. Not a moment later, Hawk releases a primal groan, his face in my neck as we both remain connected, with him still holding me up against the wall. He slowly pulls out and sets me on my feet, his hand on my hip to steady me. A good thing, as my legs feel like jelly. How embarrassing would it be to drop at his feet right after sex?

With one hand, he moves my hair from my eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Etain.”

My heart skips with joy. I give him a shy smile. “I think you’re pretty amazing too.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth. “That was, uh, really hot.” I look up at him through lowered lashes. His salacious grin is sexy as hell.

“Get used to it, babe. Never know when the mood will strike me to strip you naked and fuck you hard.”

Christ! I’m almost ready to come again with his dirty talk. He grabs the loofah and squirts the bodywash on it, then begins to wash me. I’m so stunned, I let him. He turns me around and washes my back and then gets to work on my hair, massaging shampoo into my scalp. I lean back into his solid chest.

His soapy hands roam down around my waist, one staying there to hold me to him, the other moving between my thighs, where he starts playing with my pussy.

“Hawk—”

“Hush, I’m cleaning my pussy,” he whispers, nipping my earlobe. His fingers work my pussy, then he begins finger fucking me. My body moves in rhythm with his hand until I shudder and moan out my second orgasm. “Fuck me, baby. I could do this all night just to hear you come,” he murmurs. I’m too exhausted to do anything but let him rinse me off.

Slowly, he slides open the shower stall door and helps me out, wrapping a towel around me. “Check on dinner, Ginger. I’ll be out in a minute.”

I gasp. I completely forgot I had food in the oven! I hightail it out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I wrestle on a robe and rush out to the kitchen. I don’t smell anything burning. I open the oven door, silently praying that our dinner is edible. Although, even if it weren’t, it would still have been totally worth it.

The chicken smells heavenly, and the potatoes are perfect. I take both trays out of the oven and set them aside. As I’m about to go put on some clothes, Hawk comes out of the bedroom wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He looks just as good with clothes on as he does with them off.

“I’ll get changed, then we can eat,” I say as I try to brush past him, only to have him reach out and grab me by the wrist to stop me from moving away.

“I like you looking just like that.” He hauls me up close so that we’re pressed together.

That’s so sweet, considering my hair is dripping wet and a tangled mess. I’m barefoot and wearing nothing but an old terry-cloth robe cinched at the waist. Who am I to deny him? I decide. And instead, I kiss his jaw.

“Okay. Let me get our dinner on the table,” I respond.

He drops a kiss on my lips and releases me. “What can I do?”

“There’s wine and beer in the fridge. Could you get the drinks?” We work together in the kitchen. Hawk reaches above me to grab the glasses as I plate the chicken and potatoes. He takes the plates from my hands and sets them on the table as I take out the salad and dress it with my homemade dressing.

Hawk is waiting for me, but he’s made some minor adjustments to my table setting. He’s moved my place setting so now I’m sitting right next to him. He holds out my chair, and as he tucks me in, his lips find a sensitive spot on my neck.

He sits down and says, “This looks fantastic, Etain.” My chest swells with pride, and when he takes the first bite and moans his approval, I feel like I’m walking on a cloud. “This is great, babe. Thanks for making me dinner. I can’t remember the last time someone made me a proper dinner.”

“I like to cook. I forgot how much until tonight,” I admit. “My mother’s a great cook. My sister and I learned from her. Does your mom like to cook?”

“I’m not sure if my mother knows how to use a stove,” he jokes. I giggle. “But she sure as hell knows how to complain if it isn’t to her liking.”

“I want you to meet my parents. They’re awesome, and Dad will take you out to his favorite fishing hole and talk your ear off.”

“Fishing, huh? Never been.”

“Dad says the only thing better than fishing is being with Mom,” I say. “When I see them together, it reminds me of how love should be. They may not have a whole lot of money, but they have each other.”

“Money comes and goes, baby. Means nothing to have it if you don’t have someone to share it with.”

Once we finish dinner, Hawk insists on doing the dishes while I laze on the couch, still in my robe. I twist to rest my chin on the back of the couch, watching as Hawk rinses the last dish. When he’s done, he comes over to sit beside me. He pulls my legs up on his lap and begins to rub my feet.

It dawns on me, Robert never took the time to take care of me. It was always me trying to make Robert’s life easier.

“What’s that look on your face?” he asks.

“You’re taking care of me.”

He gives me a quizzical expression. “Go on.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s something.”

“Not really.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“The last time my feet got this kind of attention, I had to pay a masseuse,” I kid. But Hawk isn’t laughing.

“He never took the time to care for you,” he states. Hawk has it all figured out. He knows Robert never gave me the attention I craved. “He took all the goodness and never gave. He’s a selfish prick.”

“He’s gone, honey,” I murmur.

“Yeah, but he didn’t do right by you. I’d like to teach him a lesson.” His jaw clenches.

“Please don’t. He hasn’t even called since that night, and we’re happy. Let him live in his misery,” I say, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Promise me that you’re going to forget all about him, because I already have.” I give him a pleading look.

He gently removes my feet from his lap and hauls me closer to him. I straddle his thighs, facing him, his hands on my hips. But with nothing on under my robe, my bare flesh rubs against the denim at his crotch, and I feel his hard cock beneath his jeans.

“He left scars, Ginger, but I’m going to erase them all,” he says, undoing the sash of my robe.

A lump forms in my throat. “How—How are you going to do that?” My gaze drifts to his fingers now spreading open the front of my robe. His fingers trace around my areolas, then down the cleft between my breasts.

“I’m going to work tirelessly, every day, to create new memories to replace the old ones,” Hawk says. “I’ll start here.” He kisses one nipple, then the other. Then he closes his mouth over one nipple while his fingers work their magic on the other.

A small gasp escapes me, but he completely ignores this and moves his other hand between my legs, sliding through my folds. I quiver with excitement.

“Baby,” I moan.

“Take off the robe, Ginger,” Hawk orders, then licks and sucks on my nipple, which is standing erect and begging for more. I shrug the material off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. “My woman’s so pretty,” he says, his thumb finding my clit and moving over it in circles, heightening the intensity of what I’m already feeling.

His lips leave my breasts, and, with one hand behind my head holding me steady, he smashes his mouth down on mine. Our heads tip this way and that, desperate and needy. His tongue duels with mine. When he finally wrenches his lips from mine, he commands, “Up on your knees.” He tears at his belt and unzips his pants, then pulls out his engorged cock. My mouth waters at the sight of it. “Not this time, babe.” He strokes himself a couple of times, then says, “Climb on. Time to ride your man.”

I take his hard, thick cock in my hand, and place it at my entrance and slowly take him inside me. He’s so big, I can feel every inch of him filling me up.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight.” Hawk leans back with his hands on my hips and lifts me up and slams me back down over his cock.

“Oh my God, you feel so good.” I move up and down at the pace he sets.

He moves his hands away and says, “Go on, baby. Ride me hard. Make those tits bounce for me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I begin to move faster. With every stroke, I feel my orgasm bubbling to the surface, the walls of my pussy clenching tighter. Hawk slaps my ass.

“Not yet, Ginger. Hold it for me,” he commands.

“I need to come,” I plead.

He grabs my breasts, pushing them together, his teeth gently rasping over the tips of my nipples driving me crazy. The muscles in my legs tense, and my breath is ragged.

“Ethan, please!”

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers, taking his mouth from my breasts. He watches as I throw my head back, his hand squeezing my ass as my orgasm flows through me. His arm comes around my waist, and suddenly, I’m beneath him. My legs are spread as wide as they can go, and he’s fucking me hard. “Hand on your clit, Ginger,” he demands.

I do as he says. Although I think there’s no way I can come again, my sensitive clit thinks otherwise, and a renewed spark flickers. Hawk gyrates his hips, and I feel it building bigger and bigger. My body is his instrument to play, and when he does, my body reaches heights I’ve never believed possible.

Hawk thrusts inside me once more. I arch my back, taking him all inside and feeling him throb out his release. My second orgasm isn’t as intense, but it’s just as amazing. Hawk waits until our breathing returns to normal before saying, “Wrap your legs around me.”

I can hardly feel my legs, but I do as he asks. His arms come around me, then he lifts me from the couch and carries me into the bedroom. He lays me down in the bed, leaves for a moment, then returns with a cloth to clean us both up. He cuddles me close as I fall asleep in his arms.

T he tickle of his whiskers on my shoulder wakes me. My eyes flutter open, and there he is, dressed and ready to go, sitting on the edge of my bed. He dips down, kissing me lightly on the mouth.

“Got to go, Ginger. Club business. I’ll be back late tonight. Lee’s outside and will take you to work and back,” he says.

The sun is beginning to shine, but when I look at the clock, I see it’s just past six. Club business, he said, and that makes me nervous. Club business can mean anything.

“Come home to me, please.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he replies.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a long, sweet kiss. “Love you, Ethan,” I whisper. The words just come out naturally. Hawk’s expression changes from serious to elated. “I—don’t… expect?—”

“Don’t ruin it, Etain. Don’t say another word. I’m going to walk out the door knowing you feel about me the same way I feel about you. Made my day, beautiful.” His voice is low and husky. His fingers caress my cheek. I lean into his hand and close my eyes, memorizing this moment.

I feel the weight on the mattress lighten, and Hawk’s hand slips away from me before he walks to the door, looking back over his shoulder and leaving me with a wink full of promise.