Page 50 of Snagged By Hook

“I’m sorry, Nova. I’m not a smart man, and I don’t understand.”

“You said,mylittle girl.”

He tilted his head.

“She is, you know. Yours. And so am I.” Nova kissed him. It was gentle at first, but as her words sank in, Hook took it deeper. When she moaned, he remembered where they were and what had just happened.

Hook pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“Make love to me, Jeremy.”

“But—”

“But nothing. I can’t stand it if Brent’s is the last touch before I go to sleep. I need your touch to cover up the ghost of his. Then we can sleep and go seeourdaughter.”

That was all it took. As Nova shimmied down the bed, he rolled to his back. She settled between his thighs, tossing the towel from her hair.

“Fuck, you look like a goddess.” The sight of her licking up his cock was heavenly. The opposition between her hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and her cool, wet hair pooling on his thigh brought him almost to the edge of orgasm.

Testing the limits of his control, he kept his hands to himself when his instinct told him to hold her head down and fuck her mouth. He understood the aftermath better than most. She would need to be the conductor of their pleasure. One hundredpercent within her control. Hook clasped his hands behind his head and kept them there while she sucked him all the way to orgasm. Instead of swallowing, she pulled her mouth back and pumped his dick, directing his release and shifting her face in what seemed to be a very specific pattern.

Then he understood what she’d meant in the bathroom. Hell, he’d covered up touch before too. The urge to roar out was strong, he didn’t resist. Hopefully Nova thought it was just his release and not the anger and murderous rage it was. He wanted to ride back over to her house and eviscerate Brent’s corpse.

When Nova slid up his body, a shudder preceded her path. Gods, she was so beautiful with his cum dripping from her cheek and neck that he momentarily forgot why it was there. He made a mental note to repeat the facial when it served no other purpose but pleasure.

The thought of seeing his seed clinging to her eyelashes re-hardened his dick in record time.

Nova straddled him and lifted up. She gripped his rapidly hardening dick and sank down. With a moan, she leaned down to kiss him. He gripped her chin, his fingers slipping in his own cum, and he brought her the rest of the way to his lips. She spoke against his lips one word. “Neck.”

Hook knew exactly what she needed. He deepened the kiss before sliding his hand down to encircle the front of her neck. He pushed her back into a sitting position. Even with his hand in its favorite place, she was still in control. Her hands at his chest curled in, scoring his skin with her nails.

Hook matched the vigor of her touch, and she rode him hard. Fuck. There was no way he could come again without her, even if it meant wrestling with a modicum of control in their pleasure. With his free hand, he slipped it between them until he found her clit. He started with lazy circles that picked up speed the harder she rode.

Hook prided himself on the control he’d gained over his body, even if it was won through adversity. But Nova was robbing him of that, and fast. He was about to blow again, so he pinched her clit in the way she loved. Her pussy rippled around him. Her moans of pleasure were silenced with his hand and his own groans of release.

When their bodies stopped pulsing, he pulled her face back to his and kissed her. Rolling them to the side, he slowly loosened his grip and released her lips.

“I fucking love you, Nova. Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Never…” Her voice trailed off as she lost her battle with exhaustion.

Hook couldn’t sleep. Instead, he held Nova as she did, lazily caressing her shoulder.

He confessed to her in sleep what he’d tried to confess earlier.

“I can’t rest until my family is safe and Casey is dead. I pray to a god I don’t even believe in that you both can forgive me when it’s all said and done. But I have to end him. I can’t let it go any longer. I’ll lose a little bit more of myself every day that I know he draws breath until there’s nothing left.” He kissed her hair, and she shifted with a mumble.

“Casey’s already dead. Safe.” She burrowed deeper into his chest. He felt the words warm and humid against his skin before he heard them.

What?

Did he hear that correctly?

He was loath to wake her, but her words compelled his tongue. “What did you say about Casey?”

She opened her pretty brown eyes and looked up at him. “He’s dead. Brent killed him.”

“How do you know that? It makes no sense.” Hook sat up, forcing her to do the same.

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