Page 74 of Pretty Lethal
And I love him all the more for it.
My hands rest on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I will him closer.
“God, you drive me wild,” he groans against my neck. “You invade my every thought, steal my every waking moment. And now, the idea of you pregnant with my child…” He releases an agonized groan. “I spend all of my days wishing I was buried between your thighs, filling you up and feeling as you come around my cock.”
Heat swells in my lower stomach, my core flooded and my ovaries screaming for him to do precisely that.
“Hawk,” I groan, rubbing myself against him like a cat in heat.
He chuckles against my sensitive skin, eliciting goosebumps. Although thankfully, he shifts his hand between my thighs and shoves my panties to the side before burying two thick fingers inside me.
My head falls back and I moan as he pumps me with his fingers, and all affection from a moment ago falls sideways as carnal possession darkens the gray pits of his eyes. Making me squirm and pant, he watches, riveted at what he’s doing to me.
“This baby will belong to all of us,” he says, his voice taking on a deep, husky quality. “I don’t care if it’s genetically Wilder’s or Kai’s.” My breaths come in rapid exhales, my body coiling tight as Hawk deftly undoes the button of his pants with one hand, lowering the zipper, and in the next second I feel his blunt head pressing against my entrance. With one hard thrust, he buries himself deep inside me with a blissful groan. “But god, I really fucking hope this first one is mine.”
Such a possessive asshole.
It’s my last thought before all rationale is obliterated to make room for the crashing waves of pleasure that course through me like bolts of lightning. Eradicating everything in its wake until all that exists is Hawk and I. Our love. Our chemistry. Our undeniable need for one another.
When we’re both on the cusp of coming undone, he lifts his hand to cup the back of my neck, forcing my eyes to his. If I didn’t already know how deeply in love Hawk is, I’d know it for certain in this moment. From the intensity shining in his eyes. From the excitement dancing in those gray swirls, an abundance of hope for everything we have to look forward to. For our future. Our lives—together.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs. “Come for me.”
It’s an order I have no desire to deny, and as though his words are the trigger, my core clamps down around him as the building ball of momentum in my lower stomach unfurls. Pleasure explodes outward, reaching every part of my body as I throw my head back and cry out Hawk’s name until we’re both spent and breathing heavily.
Holding me close, he rests his forehead against my collarbone as we both steady our breaths and return to our bodies.
“Are you going to move so I can get cleaned up?” I ask when my muscles begin to twitch with the need to move.
“Just give me one more minute, Little Sparrow,” Hawk says in a gravelly voice without lifting his head.
My fingers have been brushing through his hair soothingly while we both luxuriated in our post-coital bliss. “What are you—Oh. My. God, Hawk!” My fingers still as realization dawns. “Are you using your dick to plug my vagina?”
Lifting his head, he gives me a cocky smirk. “I’m just making sure every single one of my swimmers does his job. Then I’ll let you get back to work.”
“You’re insane,” I grumble, knowing there’s no point in pushing him away. He’s built like a brick wall. I’d only hurt myself. Besides, I don’t really want to push him away. It’s kind of adorable—and insane—that he’s trying so hard. That he wants this as badly as I do.
Such a damn possessive asshole!
His grin softens. “If I’m insane it’s only because you made me this way.”
I scoff, even as my fingers go back to running through his hair.
“You completely undo me. You somehow simultaneously drive me crazy and put me at ease all at once.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” I return. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Neither would I, Little Sparrow.”
Chapter24
KAI
“Here you go, Blackbird.” I set the plate of pancakes down in front of her, pride swelling in my chest at the beaming smile she gives me. It’s been a week since I got that terrifying phone call from Wilder. A week since I held her broken and terrified in my arms.
I am so damn proud of how she has overcome everything from that night. She’s a true warrior, taking everything they threw at her and honing it into a driving force to make herself stronger.
She’s been running with me every morning, and even though she can’t seem to see it,Isee her progress. With every run, she’s able to go for longer, to push herself further. And on top of our early morning runs, she’s been working with Hawk so she can defend herself—not that any of us intend to allow her to end up in a situation where she has to defend herself alone—and with Hadley, learning to wield a knife and shoot a gun.
