“Money is no object. Absolutely fuckin’ none.”
Grinning, I grip his shoulders harder, digging my nails into his skin as I nod. “Wasn’t planning on it being an object,” I say with a laugh.
He grunts, pulling almost completely out of me before he slams back inside. “Of course, you weren’t.” He chuckles.
No more words are spoken, none are needed. We watch one another, our eyes glued to each other’s as he moves in and out of me, over and over. His pelvis grinds against my clit with each downstroke of his cock. His eyes are glued, they’re unmoving and I’m completely frozen by him—by everything about him.
“I love you,” I breathe and I mean it.
I mean those three words in a way that I know nobody else could ever take his place. He is mine and I am his. This is what was meant to be. We both fought it, but it was inevitable and the future will be as well—our future.
He growls, his hips moving harder and faster with each thrust until I am on the edge, until I tip over that edge, until my pussy clamps down around him and I come. I can’t hold back, can’t hold anything in, I come hard and loud, crying out with my release.
Hawk isn’t much different. He slams into me with three more hard thrusts until he buries himself deep and I feel him twitch as he fills me with his release. He buries his face in my neck as he cries out with his own climax.
We stay in the shower, the hot water pouring against us until we both catch our breath. Only then does he lift his head, his gaze finding mine and a lazy smile appearing on his lips.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Laughing softly, I lean forward and touch my lips to his, but don’t deepen the kiss. “Maybe we can go away for a little bit afterward?”
“Where?” he asks.
“Anywhere, a resort in Mexico?”
“We plannin’ on making those babies there?”
“Whatever you want,” I breathe, repeating his words.
He laughs softly, nipping my bottom lip before he pulls out of me and helps me to my feet. We wash ourselves, and one another, in silence as we stay in the shower together. By the time we’re finished, we dry off and only then do I stop in front of him.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck, my gaze holding his.
“You make me happy, Orson.”
“Didn’t know this feeling existed, Avah. Not sure what it is, but I’ll never let you go, ain’t losin’ you, never losin’ this.”
HAWK
I ignored Dragon when I came in yesterday, we all did. Now there’s been a call to church and there’s no more ignoring the situation at hand. I went against what he wanted, but I am not sorry, not in the least.
Dragon has been dicking around and I’m done taking his shit, unless he’s going to explain to all of us what the fuck is going on, he’s going to have to make some goddamn decisions about this shit.
“I want them dead. Every fucking one of them. That little pansy-assed bomb was a warning and mainly because I knew the Punchers who were doing the damage were right here and not up there. I am not fucking waiting, I want this shit done,” I growl.
Dragon lifts his, his gaze finding mine. “Well, you brought some fucking girl here for me to do what with exactly? You attacked them, even if it was pansy-assed, against my direct orders which were to leave them the fuck alone. What is your goddamn plan, Hawk? Since apparently you’re the goddamn president now?”
Lifting my hands, I slam them down on the table and turn my head to look him straight in the eye.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do to her. Nobody will be looking for her, she doesn’t fucking matter. That’s the cost of war and we’re in the middle of one, brother. As much fun as it is to watch you sit on your ass and do nothing, I’m not going to let that shit happen, not when my family is getting hurt in the process.”
There are mutterings and I jerk my chin toward Silver who has his arm in a sling because he was shot in the middle of this shit, not to mention the brothers of ours that lost their fucking lives, funerals that we have to attend in a couple days.
“What would you all have me do, then?” Dragon demands. “I want to retaliate, but I want to do it smartly.”
“No, you want to suck Jaguar’s dick and wait for his little jailbait to turn eighteen. That has nothing to do with any of us,” I snap.
The entire room goes completely silent and Silver is the one who clears his throat. “Dragon, love you, but something has to give. They came to our house, they killed our men. We can’t just sit back and wait on this one.”
“What would you all have me do?” Dragon asks, his voice low and menacing.
“End it, and end it quickly,” Mountain announces. “It’s gone on long enough, it has affected us all long enough. Jaguar wants to come back and get his shit together, that’s cool, but we can’t wait because some bitch isn’t legal age.”
“But what they’re going to do to her…” Dragon begins.
Leaning forward, I can’t stop myself, I practically see red as I speak. “It doesn’t matter. She is not one of ours. You of all people should really fucking understand that shit. She is not ours. She. Is. Not. Ours.”
Dragon presses his lips together, he looks down, then lifts his head again, his eyes dark and angry as he looks around the room. “Do you all agree?”
