Page 157 of Songbird: Black Kite
Sliding my fingers out of her pussy, I held them up, turning my hand from side to side and admiring the way they shone with her juices before I placed them in my mouth, savoring her earthy flavor.
“Fucking perfect,” I repeated, smirking at her shocked expression. Gripping her hips I hauled her toward me, resting her butt on the tops of my thighs so that she was angled slightly. “Now, I’m gonna slide my dick into this perfect pussy, because I just don’t think I can stand another second without being inside you.”
“Yes,” she agreed, nodding her head. “I want that. Now, Hawk. Fill me up.”
Not needing any more direction, I guided my cock toward her, sliding inside and reveling at the delicious, liquid feeling of it. Once I was all the way in, our bodies as close as they could get, I paused, looking down at Wren with a smile.
“I love you, Bird,” I said, my words coming out a lot stronger than I would have anticipated. “So fuckin’ much.”
Before she could respond, I was moving. Rolling my hips, I let my body speak for me, as I thrust in and out of Wren’s welcoming body, the feeling completely indescribable.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” I said, reaching for the top of the headboard to give myself more leverage. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Bringing her legs up, Wren wrapped her ankles behind me, heels locking tight as she held me to her. Releasing one of her breasts, she dropped her hand down to her clit, her fingers frantically circling as we climbed together.
“Never enough,” she agreed, and I picked up my pace as her muscles tightened around me, letting me know she was close again.
When she came, I was right behind her, our shouts mingling in the night air that blew in from the still-open balcony doors.
Catching my breath, I laid down beside Wren, immediately curling my arm around her and pulling her against me.
We laid there for a while, content to just be, while the moon traveled across the sky above us. It was the most peace I had ever felt in my life.
“Patio doors and a full skylight above the bed?” Wren teased a while later, her voice quiet in the night. “You have quite the view from up here, Mr. Rock Star.”
“It could be your view, too, you know?”
“I know,” was all she said.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I tried to come up with the right words, the right thing to say that would convince her that we were worth taking a chance on.
“Everything I have is yours, Wren. Yours and Cooper’s. My home, my family. All of it. You can stay here with me, if that’s what you want. We’ll get Cooper set up in a good school, the one with the best volleyball team. You and me can make music all day. We’ll write a million songs, baby, about anything we want. And at night, we’ll lay here and make love under the stars, and you’ll never have to set foot in that fucking town again.”
“Hawk,” she whispered, her arm tightening around my chest as she held me tighter. “I—I’m scared.”
“I know you are, Bird. I know it, because I’m scared, too. But the thing I’m scared of is living the rest of my life without my girls by my side.” Rolling to my side, I positioned myself so that I could see her face, our bodies laying parallel to each other. “I have done a lot of shit in my life, Wren. And what I’ve learned in these last few weeks is that none of it means anything if you’re not here to share it with me. Baby, my life is crazy, and it’s about to get a whole lot crazier. And if you agree to stay, then some of that crazy will spill over onto you. But I know that we can get through anything if we do it together. Because I’ve done it alone, Wren. And so have you. And you have to believe me when I say that I never want to do that again.
“So what do you say, baby? Will you stay? Will you be here with me, wading through the crazy? Together?”
She was silent, her eyes wide as she stared at me, and for a moment, I was terrified. The thought of her turning me down was the scariest thing I’d ever contemplated in my whole fucking life.
Just as I was about to open my mouth, unsure of what else I could say but willing to try, a smile bloomed across Wren’s face, and she said the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.
“We’ll stay.”
Chapter eighty-eight
Hawk
Present
Sittingonaridiculouslycomfortable chair in the luxuriously appointed conference room on the top floor ofCastor Records, I stared at the man across from me with nothing but disdain.
From the moment I’d met him, back when I was just a snot-nosed punk with more balls than brains, Cornelius Castor had been running my life. For the most part, that had been a good thing. He’d signedBlack Kiteto our first record deal, of course. He’d lined our pockets and had our name on the lips of every rock music fan on nearly every continent around the world. We’d played and traveled and lived lives most people could never fuckin’ imagine.
And I was grateful, truly, for the things I’d been afforded because of that life.
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that for nearly twenty years, my life hadn’t been my own. Everything from what clothes I had worn to how short I could cut my hair had all been a part of his grand plan. Cornelius had a way of making things happen, and for the last two decades, I’d been happy enough to go along for the ride, so terrified that if I second guessed him—if I veered even slightly off the path that he had laid out for us all those years ago—then somehow everything would disappear.
