“Oh fuck, Hawk. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I screamed and he jerked as my orgasm pushed him over the edge. A guttural groan passed his lips as he crashed down on me exhausted.
19
Kane
Everything was fucking different now. Everything.
I flipped the pancake over on the skillet and grinned when I heard Julie’s bare feet on the kitchen floor. I’d let her sleep this morning. It was almost eleven. I didn’t know what time it was when we finished fucking the second time.
“Hope it’s ok I borrowed one of your shirts.” She plucked at my Sharks jersey falling off her creamy shoulder.
I looked at her legs. The hem reached the tops of her thighs.
“Damn.” It was all I could manage to say.
She picked a piece of bacon off the platter and took a bite. “I had no idea you could cook. I thought it was only pizza.” She giggled.
I tossed the pancake on a plate and handed it to her. “Baby, I have so many hidden talents.”
“Apparently.” She waggled her eyebrows and sat at the kitchen table.
I settled in next to her and reached for the syrup. “Did you check on Hunter?”
I saw the way she bit the corner of her lip. “I couldn’t help it. I had to know if he was ok.”
“I get it. And how was he?”
“He didn’t want to talk to me. But they said he had breakfast and they think he slept through the night.” She sighed.
I could tell she wasn’t satisfied with the report. I watched the steam rise from my plate. “That’s all good news, isn’t it?”
“It is. But I worry so much. There’s no one that’s his person, you know? No one who knows him. Knows what to do with him. Some days it breaks my heart too much.”
Shit. She was killing me and we hadn’t even made it past breakfast. But what she said mattered. I wanted to know about the kid. I wanted to know how she was feeling. What we had shared in the past twenty-four hours was something I’d never have with anyone else and I knew that.
The sex was fucking out of this world.
“So what do you do on Saturdays?” I asked.
Other than the after school clubs she monitored, I didn’t know what this woman did in her spare time.
“I usually pick up Hunter and we go to the park or something and have lunch. If he’s up for it, I try one of the museums.”
I nodded. The pancakes were good. “Ever think about taking him to a game?”
“You mean the Sharks?”
“What other team?” I joked.
“I can’t afford those kinds of tickets.”
“Playoffs start Sunday. Why don’t you bring Hunter tomorrow?”
She lowered her fork. “You want me to bring Hunter to watch you play?”
“I do.” I studied her eyes. I couldn’t help it. I leaned over, sucking her lips between mine. My hands circled her neck, drawing her closer and tighter.
She moaned slightly, licking the syrup from my lips.
I reached under the jersey, pinching and twisting her nipple with authority. I’d never wanted a woman to be mine so badly. I’d never needed it so much.
Her tits were fucking perfection. They hardened under my touch. Pebbled and begging for more.
“I want you there. Understand?”
She nodded, but her head fell backward as I moved to her other nipple.
“That’s a big deal, Hawk,” she whispered. “It’s…”
“I know exactly what it is.” My voice was low and authoritative. If I was going to do this—I was going to do it completely. She was going to be mine. Only mine.
“I’ll be there,” she whispered.
“Good.”
I brought my mouth to hers again. She felt incredible. Everything about her body. Every sound she made. My hands wrapped in the silkiness of her hair. I could get lost in this woman. Maybe I already was.
I pushed back from the table and lifted her to her feet. The jersey slid off her body like an oversized robe and I marveled at her lush curves.
“We haven’t even finished breakfast,” she whispered.
“Oh, are you hungry?”
She nodded. She reached for the bottle of syrup and sank to her knees, dragging my pajama pants with her. My hard shaft sprang free. Her wide eyes looked up toward mine as she licked her lips.
She was the devil disguised as an angel. My cock bobbed and bounced as she trickled sticky syrup up and down, coating the head with swirls of sugar.
I’d never been so fucking aroused in my life. I gripped the back of her head, stared at her red lips, and slid my dick inside her mouth, trying to restrain myself from the pounding I wanted to give her. No woman could take my cock all at once. She needed to warm up.
After a few pumps I was down her throat so deep she was groaning and moaning. She squeezed my balls gently, tugging as I felt my spine clench and convulse. I thrust harder and she took everything with a welcome suck.