Burned(22)

Turning her back to him, he caressed her breasts and stomach and nibbled at her neck and shoulders until she was writhing against him. Until her ass brushed his cock with every wiggling sway of their dance. Until the hunger to taste her clawed at him. Still, he didn’t want to rush. Rushing would end the pleasure too soon, and after discovering the delights she would deliver, he wanted to prolong the moment.

He flattened his hands on her pelvis, tugged her ass firmly against his cock, and bent her slightly forward. Stooping lower, he kissed a trail along her spine, lingered over her fading hickey, sucked long enough to revive his mark.

Vic squirmed, arched her back. “You do that really well.” She dragged out the word really with a purr rumbling below the surface.

“What’s it say about me—” he turned her back to face him, “—that I like seeing my mark on you?”

“The same thing it says that I like having your mark on me.”

Sweeping a thumb across her cheekbone, wondering if the new intensity to her eyes was makeup or something else, he stared. She was different tonight, but it somehow didn’t seem to all be cosmetic.

She raised a leg to rub along the outside of his. Her heels gave her a height advantage she hadn’t had the other morning, so the move also had her pussy rubbing against him. “We’re good together, Hauk.”

“We are.” Rather than think of how far that connection would extend, he walked her to the closest table and lowered her down. Lifting her by the hips, he drove into her waiting sex.

She screamed and raised herself to take him deeper. Her eagerness to have him inside, echoed through his brain. Synapses snapped. Feeling like a predator with his prey in his grasp, Hauk thrust.

Again and again, over and over, in and out, hard and fast. Vic lifted her legs, bracing them on his shoulders. Her hands gripped his hips and encouraged him to go harder and faster.

He drove them higher and higher, stepping forward when the table scraped the floor, shoving chairs aside with it. Her thigh muscles rippled along his chest. Her hands trembled. He vibrated as the building orgasm converged into a fist of need that gripped his groin.

Awakened to a new side of himself, a rough and rowdy side he’d never known he possessed, Hauk worked them both into a sweat before finally releasing control. Attuned to him, Vic’s gaze sought his the moment he surrendered and she tumbled over the edge with him into a convulsing orgasm, her pussy contracting around him as he filled her.





Hauk dug sleep out of his eyes as he walked Sophie to school. He and Vic had stayed in the bar the night before, stealing moments of time, talking and making love until the sky began turning gray with the coming sunrise. They’d been reluctant to split, but they both decided it would be best to keep them a secret for the time being.

In the darkness of morning, before even the fishermen were moving around, he’d helped Vic dress, walked her to the door and given her a long kiss before letting her go. Like a moonstruck kid, he’d shamelessly watched her take what some would consider a walk of shame, which she clearly felt no shame taking, until she turned the corner to her apartment.

“Is that okay, Dad?”

Hauk shook his mind clear of Vic and gave his daughter his attention. “Is what okay?”

“Dad.” Sophie scolded him with eyes too serious for her angelic face. It was a look she’d gotten from her mother, though she wouldn’t know it unless he told her. “You’re not listening.”

“My mind drifted for a minute.” He curled an arm around her shoulders. “I’m all yours now, though.”

“Good. Can I invite someone to family game night tonight?”

Guilt gripped him. He’d been so busy hoping to see Vic again that he’d forgotten about family night. Twice a month, religiously, he turned the bar over to someone else and locked himself in the apartment upstairs with Sophie. They made pizza and watched movies or played games. “I thought we were the dynamic duo.”

“We are. I was just thinking it would be fun to invite Vic.”

The gripping guilt tightened along with something he’d never experienced. Jealousy.

The idea of sharing Vic with his daughter made him jealous while also making him want things he couldn’t, shouldn’t want. He wanted to allow Sophie to invite Vic to family night, he liked the mental image of her always being there, but at the same time he saw the drawbacks.

Sophie would innocently try to turn a one-time visit to family night into a regular thing. Then before long she would be asking him why Vic couldn’t be her new mom, which was an impossible question to answer.

And damn it, he selfishly wanted Vic all to himself. He wouldn’t be able to be near her and not touch her. One touch would lead to another and another until he was carrying her to his bed. That would certainly get Sophie to dreaming about things he couldn’t give her.