His Girl(11)
Soft sighs slipped past her lips as her hands pushed into my hair, her legs naked and cradling my waist.
I nestled my cock between her thighs, rubbing against the hot, slick heat of her pussy.
My fucking heaven and my hell.
The very thing I’d drowned in, the thing I couldn't live without.
We were connected, Morgan and I. Had been from the start, even all those years ago when we shared our first kiss under the oak tree in my parents’ yard.
That tree was still there.
Maybe I would marry her under that tree someday.
She groaned when my cock filled her, my fingers working at her back entrance as I whispered in her ear. “Missed you so much, baby. Can't even tell you how much.”
“There was a time I didn’t think I could live without you, Hawk,” she said softly.
“Never have to worry about that again. Marrying you, baby girl. Going to make you my wife, move you and my little girl home, where you both belong. With me.” Her nails bit into my back, and my fingers sped between her legs as an orgasm rushed through her.
“Fuck, baby.” I kissed her, pumping harder, faster, chasing dreams I hadn’t dared to dream in too fucking long.
“Love you more than I ever have.” I sucked in a breath, my muscles burning as an orgasm rained down on me. Like a wave crashing, I pumped everything I had into my perfect, beautiful girl, getting lost in all the love we always created together.
We were still creating.
“Guess it’s a little late to ask if you’re on the pill or anything.” I grinned, curling her into my body and tucking us both under the covers of her double bed.
“Well…” She averted her eyes. “I’m not on anything. I didn’t think there was a reason for it. I haven’t been with anyone since—”
“Since…?” I growled.
“Since you. You’re the last person I was with, Hawk.”
“Good. Hate to break any filthy bastard’s fingers that put his hands on you.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I saved my virtue, then.”
“Hell, Morgan. I saw you and Emerson at the park, and I lost my mind. All I could think was that you’d been with someone else.”
“Never. No one was…” She smiled softly. “No one was like you.”
I sucked in a deep breath of air, pulling her closer, enjoying the sound of her soft breaths against my chest again. Hell, I think that’s what I’d missed most, having her with me at night to hold on to. Waking up to face every morning with her.
Every hour in between.
“Morgan?” I began, tracing a fingertip around the dimple of her navel.
“Yeah?” She yawned.
“Love you and Emerson more than my life. You’re mine now.”
“Mmm,” she breathed, tucking closer under my shoulder. “Yours, Hawk.”
Epilogue
Morgan
One year later
“Fuck, baby, every day you taste sweeter.” Hawk’s tongue was sliding between my wet folds.
He pushed the mountain of taffeta up with one hand, the other clutching at my hip as my ankles locked around his neck. “Oh God, Hawk!”
His teeth dragged across every raw nerve of my swollen clit, my muscles spasming as an orgasm fluttered through my system. My heart hammering, my legs lax around his shoulders, he hoisted me into his arms and laid us both back on the small double bed in his parents’ guest bedroom.
The one they’d given me to get ready before Hawk and I walked down the aisle in just a few moments.
“That was amazing.”
“That was just a teaser. I can’t wait to rip this dress off you later.” His crooked grin sent lightning bolts across my skin.
“You’re going to have to wait at least a few hours. We have pictures, then the reception…”
“No way I’m waiting that long to fuck my beautiful new wife.”
I erupted into giggles when his hands slid under my dress again, kneading at my inner thighs. The thick erection tenting his tuxedo pants made my mouth water. Would it be so wrong to suck him off five minutes before we walked down the aisle? I didn’t think so.
Just then, a pounding sounded at the door.
“Shit,” I breathed. “Busted.”
Hawk chuckled before standing, adjusting his cock, and then doing a once-over of me. “Ready, my new bride?”
“Ready for forever with you?” I squinted up at him with a coy smile. “Absolutely.”
He grinned, looping my hand with his and placing a kiss across my knuckles, the sparkling three-carat diamond glistening on my ring ringer.
He’d proposed just a few months after we’d met again, but there’d been another surprise waiting for us that delayed the wedding.