Her breathing is there, but slight and shallow. Opening my eyes, I watch her for a long moment, wondering what the fuck do I do next? I can’t call the cops in here, can’t call anyone. Sliding my hand up her chest, I touch the redness that’s beginning to form around her neck. How do I explain this to anyone?
It’s fucking neglectful as shit, but I wait. I watch her, hoping for some improvement, then finally it happens. She sucks in a breath and opens her eyes, groaning, her voice sounding raspy.
“Orson,” she breathes.
“What the fuck did I do?” I ask, afraid to touch her, afraid to even really look at her.
She doesn’t try to move at all, her gaze searching my face, roaming over my features when she licks her bottom lip and starts to speak. When she finally speaks, her voice is hoarse and it fucking kills me with every word she says.
“It doesn’t matter. You had a nightmare,” she whispers.
“I hurt you.”
She hums, pushing up to a sitting position with a hiss. I reach out for her, wrapping my hands around her waist to help her. The look on her face, the cringe of pain, sends another shot of guilt throughout my entire fucking body.
“You didn’t, Orson. You were having a nightmare, I shouldn’t have tried to wake you up.”
Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my hair. I have to leave soon and this is how I walk out of the clubhouse. Her battered, fresh wounds and bruises on top of it. I’m a fucking asshole. I knew I didn’t deserve her before, but now I’m one-hundred percent positive that I don’t.
“You better come back to me, Hawk,” she snaps.
Turning my head, I tilt my chin down and wonder how she knew what I was thinking. She lifts her hand, sliding her fingers through my beard. Her thumb slides along my bottom lip and I can’t stop myself from tasting that flesh of hers anytime it’s near.
Then, to my utter fucking shock, she shifts her body, rising to her knees and climbs over me. Her legs spread as she straddles my hips. Instantly all thoughts of what happened disappear as one thing and one thing only enters my mind. Being inside of her. Fuck me, do I want to be inside of her, again.
Now.
Avah leans over, her lips touching mine as my hands wrap around her waist, my fingers digging into her flesh harder than they should. She hums against my mouth, her hips shifting as she glides her folds along my hardening cock.
“Avah,” I groan against her lips, on the verge of losing my fucking control.
She shifts her hips and aligns my dick with her pussy, then slowly sinks down along my length, taking all of me inside of her with a sigh. She doesn’t move right away, instead she just looks directly at me, her gaze far too fucking intense.
“Babe,” I grunt.
She shakes her head. “You are not leaving,” she whispers.
“Gotta go to NorCal, honey.”
Avah presses her lips together, her nostrils flaring as she watches me. “You’re not leaving me, Orson,” she grinds out. “You leave for Northern California, you better fucking come back.”
If I was me from twenty years ago, I would take that as not only a threat, but a challenge, and I wouldn’t come back just to be a fucking asshole. I’m still goddamn tempted. Then she shifts her hand, placing her palm on the center of my chest.
Tilting my chin, I look down at the ring on her finger, the one I put there last night. “You’re not leaving me, Orson.”
I’m not leaving her. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. She’s got my balls in her hands, owns them one-hundred percent. Lifting my head, I look directly into her eyes. Sliding my hands to her hips, I force her body to move. Her head drops back and she lets out a raspy groan as she allows me to shift her hips.
With a grunt, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, watching her move. Shifting my gaze up to her sternum, I tug the bandaging off, knowing that I have to clean and change the dressing for her after this anyway. I want to see my fucking brand on her when I come.
Her hips move and jerk as she bucks above me, searching for her release. I watch, unable to take my eyes off of her. She’s moving, grinding, and taking what she needs from me. It’s fucking beautiful.
Licking my lips, I lean forward and suck on her nipple, taking it into my mouth and sinking my teeth into the flesh of her tit, my gaze lifting to look up at her through my lashes. Her head is tipped down and she’s watching me, too.
“Don’t try and leave, Orson. You claimed me, you’re keeping me.”
Releasing her tit, I grin up at her. “Ain’t leavin’ you, honey. Now, come on my dick, woman.”
Her lips curve up in a smile and she does just that, right before she pulls the cum from my own body. She trembles above me, and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, tugging her down just enough to taste her lips.
“Love you, Avah.”
AVAH
I stand in the middle of the dirty, hot parking lot, my chest on fire and my heart aching. He’s going to run, I can feel it deep in my bones. He’s going to take off and I’m not going to ever see him again.
Looking down at my engagement ring, I wonder if he just gave this to me to make me happy right before he bounced, or if he had serious intentions when he slipped it on my finger. Then there’s the fact that I now have the initial of his road name literally burned in my flesh.
“You’re freaking out,” a voice says next to me.
Turning my head, I see Sable at my side. She’s got her bag slung
