Page 61 of Hawke

Hawke gripped the back of my neck, pulling my hair in the process. He looked down into my eyes, and a fire erupted in my belly. His grip tightened, and a moan left my lips. Damn, he was hot, and the sexual frustration we’d both felt over the years was stifling.

Hawke tightened his grip in my hair, driving me wild in the worst moment.

He was trying to be serious, and I’d become a horny woman after a panic attack. He could tell me he was going to eat me out right now, and I’d let him. My body had decided Hawke was the only one we wanted. My heart still questioned.

“Sunshine,” he murmured. “You are not broken. You have every right to question everything I say. I didn’t have time to explain who I really am when I left earlier. I left you at the worst time, and I knew it was wrong, but your physical safety was at risk, so I had to choose. Obviously, I chose wrong and hurt you more.”

“What does having to know who you are change any of that? And why do we need to check our safety? No one knows us here.”

“We both were in danger, and I’m going to explain it to you. But first, you are weak, and I need to get you fed.”

Hawke had a weird fascination with food. Anytime I was upset, he would get me food. He liked to stuff me full of the most random and fattening things, trying to get me to bulk up, but I had a fast metabolism. I couldn’t sit still for a minute if I tried.

Hawke shuffled his hips and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He opened a food app, tapping the screen with his thumb several times.

I stared as he tapped at the screen and ordered food to be delivered. He didn’t ask, because he didn’t have to. He knew my favorite foods, and he also knew I hated deciding.

That was one thing I loved, I never had to decide. I hated deciding, and he made it so easy to just be and not worry about anything when I was in his presence.

His thick eyebrows furrowed, his lips even puckered as he tried to decide for the both of us. The usual deep lines that accompanied his scowl had lessened dramatically, like he had got some serious Botox or visited a spa at some fancy resort.

I silently giggled, albeit weakly, thinking of a muscular biker with cucumbers on his eyes. He just looked so much younger, not as growly, scowly, and unapproachable as some might say.

That made me smile widely and made me realize he was happy with me. He was less conflicted, and part of his burden had been lifted. I tilted my head, watching him, hoping I had something to do with it. The overly optimistic attitude that filled my heart was a curse sometimes. But who wanted to concentrate on the bad times, it was utterly depressing.

And with that optimism, I didn’t want to fight anymore. Hawke came back, and he said he’d left for us, to keep us safe. Safe from what? I wasn’t sure, but my answers were coming soon and that was all I could ask for.

Hawke put the phone down and immediately ran his fingers through my sweaty hair. His dark eyes had lightened considerably, showing hints of gold instead of dark blue.

“You know,” I said, keeping my naked body pinned to him.

Nothing felt more right than being in his arms. He didn’t grab my breast, didn’t try to rub my lady bits all over the enormous erection he was sporting. He was just here, holding me, loving on me like an animal would with his nose in my now messy hair, his hands on my back keeping me plastered to his chest.

“Mmmhmm,” Hawke hummed, running his nose down my hair to my forehead. He placed a kiss on the apple of my cheek, and my faced flushed red.

“You can’t tell me you have a secret to tell and then not tell it.”

Hawke chuckled, his beard tickling my bare shoulder. “I can’t, can I?”

“Nope,” I popped the p. “Because it’s going to make me sick with worry all over again.”

Hawke pulled away, his eyes searching mine for either truth or pain. I smiled guiltily, shrugging, and laid my head back down on his chest. He sighed, his hand running over his face and pulling at his beard.

“I’d rather you be fed first,” he mumbled.

“Why? Is it going to shock me so much that my stomach will flip inside out?” I quipped.

He shook his head, pulling me away. This time, he got an eye full of my breasts.

“Goddess, you’re gorgeous.”

I covered my face in embarrassment, but he pulled at my wrists to look at me. “I mean that, Dede, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You’ve seen them before.” I couldn’t look at him, so I bit my lip and stared everywhere but him.

He took my chin, grabbing my attention, and gave a wolfish grin. “That I have, and they were beautiful then, and they are beautiful now.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. “You really saw!?” I squealed.

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