I laughed softly. “I meant your ribs.”
“Who’s thinking about my ribs? Come up here so I can kiss you.”
I eased myself up on the bed and he sank his fingers into my cunt as he captured my mouth with his.
I opened for him with a moan, stroking his dick while our tongues tangled in a heated dance, his fingers plunging in and out of my embarrassingly wet pussy.
I’d become so accustomed to fucking the Hawks on the regular that even a few days without sex had turned up the volume on my lust. Like a drug addict who didn’t realize they were addicted until it was too late, I was voracious for him.
For all of them.
Vigo pulled away from my mouth with a gasp. “Jesus fuck, mouse. You’re so fucking wet. Maybe you have a hospital kink.”
“I think I just have ayoukink.”
I rocked on his fingers, seeking more friction on my clit, already reaching for the orgasm that had blossomed to life at my core.
“The feeling is definitely mutual,” he said, nibbling at my lower lip before plunging his tongue back into my mouth.
He set a trail of fires with his tongue as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, our kissing growing more feverish as we both came closer to orgasm.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be naked with him, our bodies sliding together. I wanted to feel him between my legs, wanted to open my thighs to take his cock deep into my pussy.
But beggars couldn’t be choosers, so I moved faster, stroking his dick in time to the rhythm of his fingers driving into my cunt.
“Fuck yes,” he said, pulling away. “Let that sweet little pussy come, mouse. I wish I could lick it up.”
The thought of Vigo’s hot mouth on my cunt, his tongue lapping and licking until I came on his face, was enough to send me over the edge.
He smothered my cry of release with his mouth, pushing his tongue between my lips as I shuddered around his fingers.
He groaned into my mouth, his hot semen spilling onto my hand as he came with me, and for a feverish minute we were nothing but a writhing, gasping mass of desire and pleasure, all the trauma of the past days receding as we clung to each other.
“I was so scared,” I finally said.
“You said you cared?” Vigo asked.
I laughed a little. “I did.”
“Good.” He kissed me. “Because I definitely heard that one.”
13
CASSIE
Hawk cameout of sedation slowly. At first there were little signs, twitches of his hand in mine, the flutter of his eyelids.
And then, the morning after my hospital sexcapade with Vigo, Hawk opened his eyes.
He was still intubated, but he could communicate with his eyes, could squeeze my hand, and I spent the day by his side, afraid even to leave to go to the bathroom.
I told him everyone was okay, that Jagger and Vigo were downstairs, waiting for their release paperwork. I told him that Bram had stationed men outside his room to keep him safe, that he had men following me around too.
Most of all I told him that I loved him. That he wasn’t alone.
My heart broke into a million pieces when tears slid down his temples.
I wiped them away carefully, letting my own tears flow. I told him there would be lots of time for him to say anything he wanted to say, that right then I just wanted him to know he was loved.
