Page 131 of Songbird: Black Kite
Reaching between us, Wren wrapped her hand around my cock, my breath catching in my throat as she began to jack me, up and down slowly, in a rhythm that matched the movement of her hips.
“Bird, I need to be inside you,” I whispered urgently, hoping she’d understand that if she kept that up much longer, I’d blow my load all over her hand.
Releasing me, Wren rose up and pressed her forehead to mine, her hair falling forward so that all I could see, all I could sense, was her. My hand dipped between her legs, and I bit back another groan at the damp heat of her against my palm.
“So fuckin’ ready for me, baby.”
“Yes. Fuck, Hawk, yes.”
Tugging the crotch of her little panties to the side, I held still while Wren moved, the two of us coming together perfectly. There was no fumbling around, no missed attempts.
Just two people who absolutely fit in every way.
I stared into her eyes as she sank down on me, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming as I realized being inside Wren felt like coming home.
There was no other way to describe it.
She was where I belonged.
We moved together, the pace quickening as Wren worked herself up, a sensation growing in my chest that I was unfamiliar with. It was a huge feeling, scary and deep, and I found myself being consumed by it.
“Hawk,” she panted, her breath warm against my cheek. “Touch me. Please. I need—” She groaned as I brushed my thumb along her clit, the hard bud slick under my thumb. “Yes.”
That sound—the deep satisfaction evident in her voice—did me in completely. Unable to stop it, the orgasm rolled over me, my whole body jolting with the sensation as Wren cried out my name, her movements becoming disjointed as she found her own climax.
Collapsing on to me, Wren snuggled close, her heartbeat as rapid as my own while we both caught our breath. I held her tight, one hand stroking gently up and down her back as we sat there, the moon on the lake creating the most perfect background for the thoughts I was having.
Thoughts I had no business having after less than a week in Grand Rapids, no matter how hopeful the moment was making me.
But I’d had a lifetime of hope when it came to Wren. Hope that my dream girl was out there somewhere, waiting for me. Hope that I’d once again find the connection I’d felt the night we’d met.
Hope that when I did, she’d feel it, too.
No, I had no business thinking the thoughts I was.
But that sure as fuck wasn’t gonna stop me.
Chapter seventy-five
Wren
Present
Thehousewasdarkas we pulled up, my forehead wrinkling as Hawk parked his vehicle along the curb in front of my house. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it wasn’t really normal, either. Cooper was constantly leaving lights on in rooms she wasn’t occupying. It was a battle she and I engaged in repeatedly.
But itwasa bit unusual for all the lights to be off while she and Jillian were home alone, because Jillian was a little afraid of the dark.
My immediate thought was that Cooper had taken off again, my heart leaping into my throat as I quickly unbuckled and reached for my door, causing Hawk to frown as he’d been insistent on opening my door for me all night.
I could hear him calling out to me as I dashed across the heat-withered grass of my front lawn, but something in my gut was telling me to get to my daughter as fast as I could.
“Cooper?” I called, my hand shaking as I attempted to get the key in the lock. “Cooper? Jillian?”
When a shadow appeared behind me, I couldn’t help the scream that escaped me. Panicked, I spun around, relieved to see that it was Hawk, his towering form standing close as he reached for the keys in my shaky grip. Moving aside, I pressed a hand to my throat as I waited anxiously for him to get the door open.
“Coop?” he called, barreling into the house, his voice holding the same edge of panic that I was feeling. “Cooper! Where are you?”
Hawk didn’t stop, heading through the living room and into the kitchen, and I trailed him, flicking on the lights as we went. Looking around the house, I didn’t see any obvious signs of trouble, just the dishes from the lasagna still on the counter next to the sink.
