Right for Love(13)
“Good, I’m glad.” I murmured, the next words teasing on the tip of my tongue. “Because…”
Thorn heard the tone in my voice, holding me a few inches away from his face so he could nail my eyes. “Carly…?”
“Because pretty soon we’re going to be a family of six.”
Thorn’s eyes grew the size of dinner plates. “Well, no shit.”
He swiped away happy tears, his lips covering my mouth in a salty kiss.
“Loving you has been the honor of my life, Carly.”
I pushed my hands under his shirt, connecting with the hard slab of muscle, drawing my strength from him. “Love you, Thorn.”
“I love you too, baby. I can’t wait for the next adventure.” He hoisted me in his arms, the time for talk over as he carried me up the dock, kicking the door of the cottage in and laying me over the couch. He took his time, hands caressing my skin like I was the altar he prayed at, lips murmuring sweet words as he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue worked against my soaked pussy, that beard driving me to the edge of reason and back again, before his teeth nipped at my clit and stars split behind my eyes.
“Love you a little more every day.” His words burned a trail to my heart as he slid inside me, my body stretching to take him in. “I'm so glad Selma made you swipe right.”
“Thorn!” I half-chastised, half-moaned.
A cocky grin tipped his lips as he stroked deeper. “Love you too, Nurse Cartwright.”
THE END
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HIS GIRL
ARIA COLE
Hawk Larson left small-town Indiana to become one of the most famous quarterbacks on the planet, throwing winning passes for the Bears and living the dream. Life looked picture-perfect from the outside, but after five years, he still can't shake the memory of the one thing he left behind...the girl who owned his heart and crushed it one fateful night.
After an injury benches Hawk for good, he returns to the town he left, confronting the past and running headfirst into an unexpected future.
Life hasn't been easy in the five years since he left, and Morgan Quinn isn't the same girl she once was, her luscious hourglass curves and stubborn streak the only reminders of everything he left behind. She still rattles him to the core and leaves him craving more, but Morgan has a secret. A secret that may change the game for good.
Warning: When Hawk finally sees his Morgan again, he isn't sure if it's love or hate he's feeling, until fireworks fly at first touch and passion overcomes reason, leaving Hawk with the realization that he must protect his girl at all costs.
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Morgan
“Look how high you are!”
Emerson shrieked as I gave her another push on the swing.
“Higher! I want to go as high as the clouds!”
“Not that high.” I giggled at the sweet little four-year-old. “I might lose you way up there!”
“Higher! Higher!”
“No, it’s time you come back down to earth. We should get back home for lunch.”
“Can we have mac and cheese?” The swing slowed, and Emerson peered up at me with her big brown eyes. This little girl never failed to steal my heart.
“Anything you want, honey.” I lifted her off the swing and looped our fingers, walking across the crisp green grass of the park. Emerson and I went to the park most days, mostly because it was only two blocks from our house.
“Can we go to the park after lunch too?”
“No, not today. I have to work for a few hours tonight. Mrs. Frisk is going to stay with you.”
“But she smells like old hot dogs. And she always gives me a goodnight kiss, and her breath smells.”
I couldn’t help the smile that turned my lips. The things that came out of this kid’s mouth.
“Hey! Look at that doggy!” Emerson dropped my hand and darted off to a squatty little bulldog puppy, gnawing on the leash his owner held in one hand.
“Emerson!” I called, running after. “Ask if it’s okay to pet the dog first!” My eyes landed on the owner of the dog just as I said the words.
And my heart stopped.
This couldn’t be happening.
It wasn’t possible.
Why was he back?
And what the hell do I say?
“Morgan?”
Shit. Too late.
“Hawk.” I hadn’t breathed that name in nearly half a decade. “Why are you here?”
His dark eyes fell on me, penetrating to my very soul, just like they always had.
My mind fell back to all the times we’d had together. The laughs, the touches, the first kiss, the first…