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I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of a cock lining up to take my ass. It’s intrusive. Taboo.
I can’t fucking wait.
He smacks my ass, drawing out a deep moan from me as I arch my back, practically pleading with him for more.
“That’s right, sweetheart, take it all. Take everything I give you. Every inch. And in return, give me everything you have. Everything you are. And everything you ever will be.”
*Thrust*
“Fuuuuck, yes!”
Chapter Ten
Aly
“Morning baby.” Someone brushes a piece of hair across my face, tickling my nose in the process, before kissing my cheek.
“I’ll take a chicken fajita quesadilla with extra guacamole and sour cream... Heavy on the black beans... Keep the chips and salsa coming...”
“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” another voice whispers laughingly, waking me with a few kisses to my cheeks and forehead.
I’m groggy and still deliciously sore from last night. Just as Hawk intended, he worshiped my body from dusk until dawn, making me come so many times I lost count. There were times we loved on each other, slowly, lazily, lovingly. While, other times, we were feral, rough, and possessive. I even had the opportunity to take control at one particularly scintillating point, banding his arms to the bed posts and teasing his overly used cock until I forced him to come one last time for me.
He did say he wanted to reenact all of our favorite sexual moments... can’t help it if I switched roles on himwhile he was distracted sometime before the sun came up. He loved it though and even though he was spent from an evening filled with mind blowing sex, he still erupted all over himself in the end, groaning his final release to the ceiling before passing out.
I sit up and rub my eyes, wincing at the soreness between my legs. “Morning, Doc. What’s going on?” I take a small breath in through my nose, sniffing around his shoulders curiously. “Why do you smell delicious?” He smells like a bakery... or maybe a coffee house. I don’t know but it is wonderfully mouthwatering. I can’t quite pin down the enticing aroma, but it doesn’t matter when all I can think isget in my mouth,andom nom nom.
“You saying I don’t always smell good?” Cole responds with a knowingly raised eyebrow.
“No, you do… but… you smell like... I don’t know... chocolate?” I look around the room silently wondering if I’m going crazy... or... crazier....
Cole laughs before he moves back, revealing Jax standing in the doorway, holding...
Holy shit, did Hawk fuck me so hard I died? Is this Heaven? It feels like fucking Heaven!
“Oh my God! You guys made me a cake? How? With what?”
Jax laughs and moves forward, presenting the beauty before me. “I found a few items down there that were worth taking a shot at. Then Cole’s chemist side came out and yeah. It took a few experimental attempts before we were successful but, Happy Birthday, Aly. I hope you like it.”
“That’s amazing! Thank you, guys!” I dive for the plate, yanking it from his hands and cradling it like a newborn.
“Anything for you, baby.” Jax plants a kiss on my nose before smiling and backing away.
“Did I hearchocolateandcake?” Hawk sits up, throwing the covers completely off the both of us while simultaneously unveiling his bed head and morning wood.
“Whoa! Down boy. This is Aly’s birthday cake.Aly’s...not Hawk’s,” Cole chimes in as he pushes him back.
“Ok, fine,” Hawk says dejectedly before turning over and looking up at me. “But I’m at least gonna snuggle your sexy ass while you eat it. Don’t blame me for what happens next, though. You know what it does to us, and I’m already nekkid.” Hawk curls around me in the fetal position, wrapping his arms around one of my legs and resting his head on my lap.
“What do you mean?” I ask just before taking a bite.
Ah, fuck a duck. It. Is.Delicious.So much so I think my eyes cross.
“Ooooh, fuck me that’s good... Oh my God. Mmmmmm.”
“Oh, holy shit. I meanthat!” Hawk groans before pressing his steel rod of a cock into my hip. “You moaning around your food is sexy as hell, sweets.”
“Mmmm, if all I have to do is eat around you to get this reaction, consider me famished.”
