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Kirsten lifts her slim fingers to my cheek as she brushes her lips with mine in the softest of kisses, but I don’t need sweet now. I deepen the kiss as I slip my hand up her thigh and ruck up her skirt before rubbing my middle finger between her folds.
Her whimper mixes with my groan as I slide another finger into her, and moisture floods my hand, the sound from our lovemaking so crude . . . so obscene. She rocks her hips to meet my fingers as I fuck her.
“Daddy, need your cock,” she whimpers against my lips. I draw my fingers out and start working on my jeans, almost tearing off the zipper as I tug it down. I grab Kirsten’s leg and lift it to my hip as I guide my cock to her sodden sex. “Oh, yes, Daddy,” she cries as I thrust my cock into her slippery entrance.
“Your hole is so tight, baby,” I rasp, hot sweat prickling my back as I struggle not to come. She wraps an arm around my neck when I pull out before driving back into her hard. I grab the top of her blouse and rip it away, exposing her pink bra. She cries out when I tug the bra down and her juicy tits bounce freely, and fucking hell, she is perfect.
I run a thumb in circles over her nipples as I pound my cock into her with the fervor of a crazed man. I should care that we are making enough noise to make it to the bar, but I don’t.
When we leave this place tonight, every person in this bar, hell, the whole city will know that I have a woman that I love. A woman I will not hesitate to kill for.
“I’m so close, Daddy,” Kirsten cries, digging her fingers into my shoulder. I quickly pull out of her, ignoring her cry of protest as I spin her around to face the loveseat. I quickly direct her to bend over the arm of the couch before thrusting back inside her wet heat. She cries out as the new angle allows me to fill her completely. I wrap and arm around her waist and rub circles around her clit with a finger. She comes with a sob, burying her face into the couch as her pussy clenches hard around my cock, triggering my own orgasm. I growl as I fill her with my hot seed, driving my cock into her a few more times as she milks me of every drop.
We’re both out of breath as I withdraw and she stands, turning around to face me, and she looks like a beautiful mess. Her hair is disheveled, her shirt ripped open at the front, tits spilling from her bra, and her lips swollen. I take a mental picture of this moment so I can remember it for years to come.
My eyes drop to her swollen lips, and there is no resisting as I lean down and brush them with mine.
“I love you,” I whisper into the kiss. She stills at my words before pushing back and staring up at me with teary eyes.
“You mean that?” she whispers. “Do you really?”
“I was going to kill him for you,” I respond. “I would’ve still done it if you hadn’t stopped me.”
“I love you, too,” she says with a watery laugh, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my neck. “Please, take me home!”
“Of course, baby.” I kiss her temple and make a silent promise to protect her for the rest of my life. “You’re mine.”
Always.
Epilogue
Kirsten
Three years later
“You are getting so good at this, baby.”
I’m breathing hard as I struggle to keep my husband pinned to the floor, arms aching after wrestling him to the ground. It was quite a feat getting him into his position, and I am already winded as it is.
“Yeah, and it only took two years and seven months to get this move right,” I pout, annoyed it’s taken me this long to finally trip my husband and pin him to the floor. Well, in my defense, Hawk is built like a tank, and he’s had years to train his muscles. Suffice it to say, he is not an easy man to take down, but I was willing to put in the work. After what happened that night with Johnny, I learned the hard way that I needed to at least learn the basics of defending myself. Of course, I can always depend on Hawk to knock down doors to get to me, but it doesn’t hurt to learn a thing or two, and I’ll never complain about rolling around with my husband.
“No, don’t downplay your achievement,” my gentle giant scolds. “You worked really hard. Not many people can get close enough to punch me, let alone get me on the floor and pin me to it so easily.”
I glare at the man. There is nothing easy about it, and over the years, I’ve had to pick up a few tricks of my own to do it. A part of me knows he still let me win our little fight, but I choose to revel in the delusion that I did it all on my own. My eyes move to the clock, and I breathe out a sigh when I see the time.
“It’s almost noon. Sara will be dropping Tristan off any time now,” I say, starting to climb off my husband’s lap when he slides his hands beneath my butt cheeks and massages the mounds firmly in his hands. “Hawk.” I slap his chest playfully, but there is heat in his eyes, which has desire taking root in the pit on my stomach. “Let me go, our son will be here soon.”
“Not so fast, angel,” he rasps, thrusting his hips upward and rubbing his cock against my inner thigh. “What’s the rush? Now that you have me pinned to the ground, you should probably do something about it.”
My cheeks flush with heat as I stare down at him, leaning up so my flesh is pressed to his cock before rolling my hips slowly. He groans deeply, his head falling back to the carpet, but his eyes stay on mine. “I don’t like taking advantage of innocent people,” I whisper, running a hand over my aching nipples with my eyes locked on his face.
“Oh, you can take advantage of me anytime, sweetheart. I’m far from innocent.” He tightens his hands on my waist as he rams his hips against my aching sex. Only my leggings and his gym shorts are between us, but neither of us makes the move to strip.
It’s always been this way with us, a body language that doesn’t need words to communicate. We just understand each other without speaking the words out loud.
From the first night I followed this man to his home, I should have known my life would never be the same. His lovemaking is wild, but he is so different from the man people saw in the cage. The beast that unleashed when he stepped into the cage to fight is the polar opposite of the gentle giant that comes home to me and our son.
Two years ago, he finally quit fighting for good, and although I tried to hide it, Hawk saw just how much his decision brought me peace. He is easily the best fighter to have stepped in the cage, but that didn’t exactly help with my fear that someone could hurt him. The thought of losing him gave me a couple of restless nights, but when he finally quit the game, it was like a dark cloud lifted.
