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“You see, you aren’t a good girl, Emilia,” Wilder sneers, his voice icy and menacing. “And bad girls don’t deserve to come.”
His features are set into a blank, indifferent mask, which he levels my way before turning on his heel and striding out of the bathroom. The second he’s gone, I sink to my knees on the floor. Tears are streaming down my face and my entire body is shaking. I can feel my body crashing from the adrenaline, the countless near orgasms, and the cruel, cavalier way Wilder just looked at me.How can he switch emotions like that?
I’m not left alone in the bathroom for long before I hear footsteps approaching. Unable to lift my head, I wipe at my nose and sniffle. “Go away, Wilder. I can’t cope with you right now.”
Instead of doing what I asked, he crosses the room and moves to crouch behind me, his heat enveloping my back.
“Shh, Little Sparrow. I’m here to give you what you need.”
“H-hawk?” I glance up at him through tear-stained eyes, watching as he gets himself comfortable on the floor behind me. With his crotch pressed against my ass, he spreads his legs out on either side of me before placing his hands on my hips and maneuvering me into the position he wants. When I’m settled between his legs, my back to his chest, he gently lifts my legs until they are bent at the knee, my feet planted on the outer side of his thighs. The position has me spread wide, my pussy on display for anyone to look at—not that anyone else is here, and I honestly don’t think Wilder will be coming back.
The entire time he shushes me softly, trailing his fingers along my arms and rubbing my back in a soothing motion. I’m too out of it to question anything he’s doing, and the second his hand dips between my thighs, I come apart with a half scream-half cry.
He presses featherlight kisses to my shoulder as he immediately starts pushing me toward a second orgasm. The only sounds in the room are my heavy breathing and the wet sucking noise as he pumps his fingers into my dripping wet pussy.
I can feel his chest rising and falling in exaggerated breaths, his own desire building as I rub my hands up and down his thighs, occasionally digging my fingernails into his skin when he hits the perfect spot.
I dance along the precipice of another orgasm, but I can feel something is missing. I need more than just a release. After everything that just happened with Wilder, I need somethingmore. A connection. I need to know it isn’t just me.
Turning my head, I crane my neck until my lips brush Hawk’s. He stills, but I push harder, and after a second, he relents, his tongue diving into my mouth. He devours me with his lips, and I can taste the hunger on his tongue. It’s that reciprocated desire that sends me catapulting into my orgasm, and he swallows my cries of pleasure, continuing to work me over with his fingers and lips until I squirm against him.
Even then, he doesn’t let up. Sliding his fingers out of me, he threads them through my hair, using his grip to angle my head so he can kiss me deeper. He strokes my tongue and sucks on my lips like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and I turn over in his arms until my chest slides against his. He hauls me into his lap, our lips never once disconnecting, and I thread my arms around his neck, grinding my pussy against his jean-clad erection.
We drown in one another, both of us content to kiss and grind and simply enjoy the feel of being in one another’s arms. It’s been far too fucking long since I kissed Hawk Davenport, and as he sucks my tongue into his mouth and runs a hand up my spine, cupping the back of my neck, I make a promise to myself that I won’t let so long pass until our next kiss.
“Hawk,” I moan when I finally come up for some much-needed air.
I stare into his smoldering gray depths as I grind my pelvis against his, but instead of pulling me closer, his hands on my hips push me backward. I frown in confusion at the regret and indecision in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Emilia.”
Pushing me out of his lap, he climbs to his feet, and I’m again left alone in the bathroom, feeling wrung out and crestfallen. One thing is for sure, though. I’m never, ever having a bath in this house again. It’s just not worth it if this is the consequence.
Chapter16
HAWK
“Why aren’t we staying at the frat house tonight?” Wilder questions, suspicion coloring his voice as I drive us away from campus and toward the brownstone.
“I told you. I just wasn’t in the mood. It’s been a busy week and I want the peace and quiet of our house.”
Wilder makes a noise that makes it clear he doesn’t believe me, and my hands tighten around the steering wheel.
“As for why you followed me to the car?” I glance his way, noticing his lips flatten. “I haven’t a clue.”
“It’s no fun without you there. You’re already gone two nights a week, and now you’re making it a third? Next, you’ll be quitting college and becoming a hermit.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics. I’ve spent most of the last two days distracted with thoughts of Emilia and her stalker. Until the other night, I admittedly hadn’t spent much time with her or given her situation a second thought. The chaotic storm of emotions her mere presence elicits is enough of a reason to keep her at arm’s length. I may have understood her reason for leaving four years ago, and while I can begrudgingly admit that some deep-seated part of me missed her, that doesn’t mean I want to invite her back into my life. I don’t, or at least, I didn’t think I did, but Hadley is fucking worming her way into my head and making me second guess myself.
When I walked into the house the other night and saw the meal she was cooking for Kai, I was jealous. Fucking jealous! I wanted her to be going through all that bother for me, which is a reaction that confuses the fuck out of me. Ishouldn’twant her to do that. Ishouldn’thave liked the look of her inmykitchen. Ishouldn’thave pictured wrapping my arms around her while she chopped vegetables or stirred a pot, and I sure as fuckshould nothave envisioned bending her over the table and fucking her into it as a thank you. But that’s exactly what I did. And when she invited me to stay, well, coyotes couldn’t have dragged me away.
The whole night just got weirder as I watched the fear in her eyes and the glimmer of hope that Kai extinguished when he told her about Steven. The way it tugged at some long-forgotten part of me. Only one other person has incited such murderous rage, and that is Hadley—when I learned about the horrific upbringing she’d been forced to endure and the fucking asshole still chasing her.
I’m not entirely sure what it means that Emilia can evoke such strong emotions. I’m not necessarily afeelingskinda guy. Honestly, until Hadley came along, I truly didn’t give a shit about anyone outside of my best friends. They’re the only family I had growing up. It was always just the four of us, and outside of our inner circle, there was no one we could trust, least of all a girl.
Our inner circle has expanded since then, but I’ve always been content as a lone wolf. I’ve never had a girlfriend or been in a relationship, and honestly, I’d rather keep it that way. I’m not interested in getting tied down with a girl, and it’s not like anyone I’ve been with has even remotely made me question that. Emilia probably came the closest back when we were at Pac. Even then, we were only eighteen, and I knew she wanted to be tied down in a relationship about as much as I did. It’s part of the reason we worked so well—we both wanted the same things.
I’m still not saying I want to settle down and marry the girl, just that whatever the fuck she’s doing to me is new and unsettling, and I have no fucking clue what to make of it. After I told Kai to keep me updated on his progress with this stalker, I spent most of the last two days staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring. What’s seriously fucked up is that I was torn between wanting to hear that he’d identified the guy and hoping his leads would fall through. How messed up is that?
