“Oh, I’ll break you, Avah. But this is real. It’s so fucking real and it has been. I was just a goddamn idiot. You deserve so much more. Someone younger, someone better, someone richer, but they can’t have you.”
“Because you have me,” she says, her lips turning up into a small smile. “But then again, you’ve had me for a while, Hawk.”
With a growl, I take a step back and strip out of my clothes. Once we’re both naked, I reach down, wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs and I carry her into the shower. The warm water beats down on us, washing away the blood and with it the evidence of Walsh and his fucking evil, at least the physical evidence.
I wash her. I wash her hair, her body, every single fucking part of her, but I don’t take it any further. Avah washes me too. Her eyes meet mine when her soapy hand glides down to my cock. She slides her fingers up and down my cock, wrapping her fingers around me.
“Avah, you don’t…” My words trail off when she begins to stroke me.
Her eyes never leave mine, I continue to watch her, my heart speeding up with each pump of her fist. With a groan, I thrust my hips forward, tilting my head down to watch her hand stroke my dick.
My back tingles and my balls draw up tightly as she strokes faster and faster, my hips moving to the rhythm that she’s created.
Fuck me, but she feels good, her hand is fucking amazing and exactly what I need right now, I growl my orgasm close and let out a whoosh of air as she sinks down to her knees as her hand doesn’t even skip a beat in its cadence. Her mouth opens and she slides her tongue out just as I come.
Fuck.
Breathing heavily, I watch as my cum shoots out in ribbons on her tongue, lips, and chin. It’s the sexiest shit I’ve seen in a long goddamn time. My legs feel weak, my thighs shaking, not only from my orgasm, but also because I haven’t actually eaten food in days.
“We’ll order some food before we sleep,” I rasp gruffly as I reach down and slide my hands beneath her armpits before I gently pull her back up to standing.
She’s got a lazy smile on her lips, one that probably matches mine. “We’ll eat some dinner, then I’ll eat your pussy,” I offer.
Avah shrugs a shoulder. “That’s not why I did that. I just… I thought you needed it.”
“I need a hell of a lot, but tonight that’s all I’m taking from you. I’m going to give to you too, baby, what you need and that’s food and your pussy licked.”
“Okay,” she sighs. “That actually sounds amazing.”
I chuckle as I reach behind her and turn the water off, then I grab a towel and dry her off before myself. I send a message to a prospect to bring us some food from the diner in town. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit for Avah. Chicken fried steak, french fries, a burger, and chicken tenders for me.
“That’s a lot of food. Here I was feeling guilty because the only thing that sounded good was pancakes and that’s so many damn carbs. I was so strict before.”
Lifting up my hand, I shake my head. “You were sexy as fuck then, you’re sexier now, well, you will be once you put a little more meat back on your bones.”
“Yeah?” she asks.
I snort, leaning forward, touching my lips to hers. “Yeah, honey. Curves in all the right fuckin’ places, baby.”
AVAH
My hair is a rat’s nest. There is no other way to describe it. I just hope that I can get the extensions out at this point without completely ruining my actual hair. Using the comb, I gently try to comb my hair out, but each stroke makes my entire body cringe in pain.
There’s a knock on the bedroom door and I freeze, almost in a panic. Holding my breath, I wait for it to burst open, but it doesn’t. Hawk slips from his place next to me in bed and walks over to the door completely naked.
I watch his ass, wondering how I can be so attracted to him, how I could want him so fucking badly right now, after everything that’s happened.
I shouldn’t want any man to look at me, let alone touch me, after what the senator did to me, what he made me do, and the way he made me feel. But when it comes to Orson, I want every part of him touching, looking, feeling every part of me.
Maybe I’m sick, and if I am, I’m not sure that I want to be well. I am in love with this man. All of him. Even the ugly parts. Even though I watched him skin a person alive, nothing could diminish the way that I feel for him. I’m probably not well, not right in the head, and I’m oddly just fine with that.
The bedroom door closes and he sinks back down on the bed, bags in his hand. So many plastic bags. I laugh as I start to take them out.
“Take the shirt off,” he grunts, jerking his chin toward my body.
I’m wearing one of his shirts. I can’t take it off though, I won’t. It’s a permanent hug from him and he doesn’t realize how these shirts of his saved me while he was away, when I didn’t know where he was.
“Keeping it on,” I inform him.
He blinks, then his lips curve up into a grin. “For how long?” he asks, his voice dipping slightly.
I hum. “Long enough to eat my food, but before you eat me,” I say, arching a brow.
He grunts. “We aren’t right,” he announces.
Crossing my legs, I place my Styrofoam container in my lap, opening it and licking my lips at the sight of the pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front
