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“I love you.”
A rumbling growl reverberates through his chest as he moves to trail a scorching path of kisses along the column of my neck. “Again.”
“I love you,” I say breathlessly, tilting my head to the side and granting him better access.
He courses a journey over my collarbone and between the valley of my breasts, before lowering to his knees. “I need to taste you. It’s been driving me fucking insane thinking about it.”
Pulling up my skirt, he wastes no time pushing my panties aside. Slinging one leg over his shoulder, he dives right in, and my entire body jolts at the contact.
“Fucking hell.” The words are said in an awed rasp, as though he’s been living off tap water all these years and suddenly remembered what it is to have a strawberry milkshake. “You taste even sweeter than I remember.”
He devours my pussy the same way he did my mouth—by carving his name into every inch of it and ripping an orgasm from my lips. It’s not unerringly pleasurable, but something about it feels like it drains us both of the resentment we’re carrying for one another. In its place, it leaves space for long-forgotten emotions to foster and grow.
Drained, I fall to my knees and press my lips to his, uncaring of the ridiculous yellow gloves I’m wearing as I fist his shirt in my hand. Unlike his kiss, mine is soft and gentle, loving. The planting of new seeds. He allows me to dictate the pace, keeping the kiss light and heartfelt as he pulls me into his lap. It’s like the mending of a bridge; the closing of a gap. I can feel those seeds taking root and sprouting as we begin to heal.
Our kiss slows, coming to an end, and he buries his face in the juncture between my shoulder and neck, breathing heavily as though he’s struggling to get himself under control. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his hair, drinking in every second of being in his arms. After years of being adrift at sea, it feels like finally coming home.
Tears bloom in my eyes, and I sniff as I hold them back, returning his bruising hold. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper against his neck. “So damn much.”
He doesn’t respond, but he squeezes me tighter, and the two of us remain in comfortable silence, basking in the closeness of one another without all the hate and resentment, until we hear footsteps approaching. Even then, neither of us makes a move to pull away.
“Well, this isn’t weird at all,” Hawk drawls when he finds us on the floor beside the sink, me wrapped around Wilder like a spider monkey while wearing bright yellow gloves. When I glance up at him, I find him smirking down at us. “I knew you were into some kinky shit, Wilder, though I didn’t think fucking the cleaner was a roleplay you’d really be into.”
I snort out a laugh, untangling myself from Wilder, who glowers up at Hawk. "You don’t know half the shit I’m into."
Well, that earns a quirk of my eyebrows.
Hawk’s smirk only widens as he holds out a hand toward me. Wilder places his hands on my hips, and the two of them help me to my feet.
Glancing back and forth between us, Hawk cocks an eyebrow. “Can I presume this means you’re done torturing thebothof you?” he asks, the question directed at Wilder.
“Yes,” Wilder confirms while rolling his eyes.
“Good,” Hawk returns with an easy grin. “About fucking time.” Shifting his attention to me, his eyes rake over my outfit, flaring with hunger. “As weirdly sexy as this whole thing is,” he states, gesturing to my ridiculous getup, “I’ve gotta go.”
Nerves flutter in my stomach as I bite on my lower lip. “Okay.”
“Everything will be okay,” Hawk reassures, seeing my uneasiness. “Kai’s already there, and I’ll be nearby.”
"So will I," Wilder tacks on, earning a raised brow from Hawk. "Although someone needs to fill me in. I’ve got no idea what the fuck is going on." He wasn’t here when we discussed today’s plan, but a warmth fills my chest at knowing he’s committed to helping. No longer willing to turn a blind eye and pretend that me and my stalker don’t exist.
“Here.” Hawk holds out his hand, showing me a small, skin-colored earpiece. “It’s a Bluetooth earpiece, so we’ll be able to stay in constant communication.”
Tugging off my rubber glove, I reach out to take it from him. Just as I do, he wraps his hand around mine, giving it a squeeze. “You won’t be alone.”
I give him a tight smile. “I know.”
“You’ve got this, Little Sparrow.”
I watch with trepidation as they both walk away, the closing of the front door sounding like a death knell.
* * *
Nerves beata steady rhythm against my chest, making me feel nauseous as I step out of the cab onto the Ridgeway campus. I only left thirty minutes after Hawk and Wilder, but it feels like it’s been ages since I last saw them. Time is ticking by too slowly and too fast all at once.
This has to be the day we catch Mel. I can’t go through this again. At this rate, I’ll be gray before I’m thirty. Plus, I suck at regularly remembering to get my hair cut, so I definitely won’t keep on top of dying it every few weeks. Which means I’ll end up with gray strands peeking through, and everyone will think Hawk and Wilder are dating a MILF.
“I can hear you spiraling,” Hawk chastises in my ear.
