It felt so natural to be inside Britta. And in all honesty, it was the best fucking sex I'd ever had. Why the fuck did I wait so long to do this?
Britta came hard and fast, pumping my cock to her own rhythm. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she collapsed on top with my cock still inside her. I didn't want to move her, I could easily have fallen asleep like this.
After ten minutes she stirred, my fingers gently grazing her arm while she slept.
"I'm sorry," she said, concerned about falling asleep before I finished.
"Don't be," I reassured. "You were tired to begin with. And, plus... that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Britta rolled to my side, her arm propping her head. She studied me, and I studied her. It was a comfortable silence but so much was being said.
"Slate doesn't know?" I asked eventually.
She shook her head. "No, he didn't even put it together. In fact, I don't even know if he noticed what I was wearing when I came home. He will piece it together soon though, he just had something else on his mind today." She pulled the sheet up, tucking it around her breasts.
"He was going to meet a girl, or at least someone he doesn't want me knowing about. Has he spoken about any women?"
"No, but he'll tell me if it's anything serious."
Slate told Britta everything, so it was only a matter of time.
I pulled her in close, and we both started to drift off to sleep, fatigued by the last twenty-four hours. I was in and out of consciousness when I felt two small, soft hands shoving at my chest, and a beautiful voice hissing my name.
I woke to a frantic Britta throwing her dress over her head while trying to urgently rouse me.
"For God's sake," she hissed again, gaze flicking to the door and back to me. "Hawk, wake the fuck up!"
I sit up, humored by her behavior. "What on earth is wrong-"
"Shhh!" Britta waved her hands at me to hush. "He'll hear you."
My brows furrowed in question. "Who will hear-"
"Brit," I heard Slate's voice call from the living room.
"Fuck," I mouthed, jumping out of bed.
"Fuck indeed," Britta agreed, throwing my clothes at me. "Take them... you don't have time to get dressed."
"So you're kicking me out on the street naked?"
"No," she whispered loud enough for China to hear. "Get in there." Britta pointed to the closet.
To her fucking closet.
She pushed me forward as the voice outside became louder and then closed the door in my face.
That was not how I saw the afternoon unfolding. I listened to them speaking and cupped my cock between my hands in case the door suddenly swung open. There was not enough room to get dressed, so I stood naked, like a pervert peering through the white wooden louvers. Slate was reprimanding Britta for not answering her phone and wasting his time having to pay another visit. Taking him by the arm, she urged him down the hall. I took a step back and something sharp and hard slid between my ass crack. I jumped from the violation and knocked into something on the right. Balanced shoe boxes toppled to the ground. I froze, listening for footsteps but didn't hear any.
Ten minutes passed before Britta returned, telling me the coast was clear.
She flung the door open and assessed the naked man standing in her closet. "I'm tempted to keep you as my prisoner."
"You would," I scoffed, stepping out. "You've even got your torture instruments prepared."
She frowned in confusion, the smile she was wearing soon turned to a burst of laughter when she spotted the object in my hand.
"What did you do to my unicorn?"
"What did I do to the unicorn? More like what did the unicorn do to me?"
"What happened?" She bit her lip to stop the laughter.
Holding the unicorn at eye level, her gaze focused on the long, pointy, plastic horn. "This unicorn you love so much tried to penetrate my ass."
She lost it. So much so, she fell onto the bed laughing, clutching her ribs.
"You think it's funny, huh?"
This just made Britta laugh harder. It was infectious listening to her, and if I were to be honest, it had been forever since I'd last heard it.
I wanted to make it happen more often... without the violating unicorn.
When she finally sobered, she looked up at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Urghh," she exhaled in exhaustion. "He heard you. Well, I'm pretty sure he did anyway but chose to ignore it." She crossed her legs and watched me get dressed. "I feel kinda bad actually. He wanted to tell me something, but all I kept on thinking about was not getting caught. When what I should have worried about was you getting frisky with my pink unicorn." Britta howled with laughter once again.
"Ha ha, real fucking funny," I said, trying to reprimand but failing miserably. "Be careful," I continued, "I know just how to turn that laughter into screams."
Britta's lips pursed together and she moaned, eyes hooded. "That sounds very tempting, but I have to go."
"Right now?"
"Family lunch. Honestly, I have to go." She looked at the time. "It was meant to be dinner, but Ricky has to work."
"Well, I'll kiss you instead, then I'll fuck you later." My lips touched hers, and she responded enthusiastically. Any more enthusiasm and I'd be between her legs once more.
When Britta pulled away, she carefully pulled the ring off her finger and handed it back to me. "It's so beautiful," she said gently. "Whoever this goes to is a very lucky lady."
Chapter 13
Britta
Leaving Hawk was hard.
And the fact I had that thought was terrifying. I wanted his hands to keep roaming my body. I wanted to have him moving inside of me. The next day would throw us back into work and soon the memory of the weekend would be just that. Walking through my parents' front door, I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and did my best to act natural. I was flustered. Paranoid I had sex written over my face, and terrified Slate would spill the beans to everyone over the dinner.
"Hey, sis," Ricky's smiling face rounded the corner into the hall. He wrapped his bear-like arms around me and picked me up into a hug.
When he put me back down, I saw Mum and Dad in the kitchen cooking up a storm. When they noticed me, they both came over and wrapped me in a hug, saying how much they'd missed me.
I felt like shit that I never got to see them. My brothers hadn't let me hear the end of it. I went from a break up to living with them, to finding my own place and not seeing them for weeks on end.
I'd need to speak with Hawk about my work schedule.
Just thinking his name had me burning up on the inside. Making my way into the living room, I found Brock sitting on the couch talking with Slate. I searched the room but couldn't find Brock's wife or kids.
"We normally do Sadie's parents' for lunch, so she's there this time around."
I kissed him on the cheek. "Good to see you, bro."
"You too," he said, a slight frown forming. I wanted to ask what was wrong but something was telling me not to.
"Take your places everyone," Mom called from the kitchen. "Dinner will be five minutes."
While the boys finished off their conversations, I made my way to the table but noticed instead of only seven places set like usual, there was eight.
"Who else are we waiting for?" I called, but no one responded.
I wasn't left hanging because moments later, the front door opened and Hawk Carnage crossed the threshold. He strode in, looking fresh and suave, eyes locked on mine. The boys cheered for him and my parents welcomed him with open arms. Brock, however, was the only one who watched me. He was really starting to freak me out. Slate was already engrossed in a football conversation with him that it became apparent he hadn't heard a thing earlier at my place. Everyone took a seat at the table, Hawk sitting directly opposite me.
It certainly was a fine view.
He winked and smirked, and I smiled back, feeling a little giddy.
Everyone fell into natural conversation while Mom and Dad took their seats. I watched Hawk who watched me. He didn't tell me he'd be here when I was trying to kick him out of the house earlier. He'd obviously had time to shower and was looking particularly edible in his jeans and black shirt. He could make the most casual of outfits look like runway material.
"The wedding, Britta," someone said, and Slate kicked me from under the table. Looking up, everyone was waiting for me to answer.
"Hmm?"
"The wedding?" Brock asked once more.
"Oh, the wedding. Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. A little awkward at times," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"Did they actually believe Hawk was your fiancé?" Ricky asked, laughing.
"Your fiancé?" Mom asked, puzzled.
Ricky filled them in on the events.
"Well?" Mom raised her brows expectantly. "Did they believe it?"
"They did," Hawk answered for both of us. "We played our roles convincingly."
"Just how convincing?" Brock muttered.
"Good," Mom exclaimed. "I hope you rubbed his nose in it. That slimy bastard."
"Mom!" we all admonished.
"What? I could've said worse, you know."
As the various plates of food were passed around the table, I was asked more questions about the wedding. Across from me, I could see Hawk hanging onto every word, a small smirk occasionally playing on his lips.