Page 100 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
I would smile at her marks on me in the morning.
“Hawk. Shit. Yes. Harder. Oh, please. Don’t stop.”
I kissed up her tits and latched onto the pulse point on her neck. She cried out my name, her pussy sucking me deeper and deeper as it tried to massage my come from my body. I wanted to fill her to the brim. To remind her of what she had left behind. I wanted to devour her. To cover my body with her scent and wake up to the smell of her beside me. My anger seeped through my hips as I slammed into her, my cock sloshing around in her wetness as her whimpers devolved into drones of ecstasy.
Sydney always did like it rough.
“Almost there. Almost there. Just… a little… oh fuck, Hawk. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m com-”
I ripped her hands from my hair and pinned her to the wall as I slammed my lips onto hers. I could feel them swelling underneath the pressure as my cock buried itself deeply into her. Her body shook, and her legs grew taut, pulling me closer and closer as her swollen walls massaged my cock. I grunted and groaned, gritting my teeth as my balls pulled up deep into my body.
I painted the walls of her body with my come, a Jackson Pollock of lust and unfulfilled desire as our tongues licked like tongues of fire against each other.
She quivered and whimpered, her body finally collapsing as my hands rushed around her. I pulled her into me, her head nuzzling into the side of my neck as our sweat dripped down our bodies. Her thighs were shining, and my balls were coated, and as I walked us over to the couch and sat down I could feel her curling deeper and deeper into me.
For the first time in six years, my mind was no longer swirling, and I basked in the relief as I held Sydney in my arms.
Chapter 4
Sydney
I woke up to the Nevada sun streaming through the windows. My body was tangled up in a comforter and every move I made caused me to ache. I looked over at the clock and saw it was well past ten in the morning, and I sat up in bed as a wave of panic wafted over my body. How long had I been asleep? Where was Emery? Was Hawk all right?
Holy fuck, what did I just do?
While I tried to get my bearings, I rolled out of bed. I stumbled around trying to find something to wear, but couldn’t find my clothes. Slowly, the events of yesterday began surfacing in my mind, and I realized why I couldn’t find my clothes.
Because they never made it to the fucking bedroom.
I cursed myself silently as my vision began to focus. I saw one of Hawk’s shirts hanging off the back of a chair, so I slipped it over my head. I ran my fingertips through my hair as pieces of our intimate night came flooding to my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile. Out of all the reactions I expected and out of all the things Hawk could’ve done, the last thing I’d ever thought he would do was put his hands on me the way he did.
I shivered at the thought as my skin stood on end.
Suddenly, a sound pierced my thoughts. I went to the bedroom door and opened it as the sound built and built. I stepped out into the hallway and rounded the staircase to make my way downstairs, smiling as I began to identify what that beautifully joyful sound was.
It was Emery… and she was laughing.
I rounded the banister of the staircase and slowly walked down the hallway. I clocked my clothes sitting in a pile in the corner, but I was too entranced with the sight before me to care. Emery and Hawk were wrestling on the floor, and Hawk was showing her how to get out of specific moves. He was locking his legs around her and showing her how to break away. He was holding her close to him and showing her how to break someone’s grasp. She was listening to every word he was saying with a light in her eyes I hadn’t witnessed in weeks, but then she did something I didn’t expect.
She turned around and started tickling Hawk.
Granted, I knew Hawk wasn’t ticklish, but she didn’t understand the type of can she was about to open. Hawk was a tickle torturer. The moment you made that move you were in his grasp, and he wasn’t letting go. I watched him smile as her hands danced around his stomach, but the moment his hand came up and attached to her side I had to stifle my own laughter.
“The tickle monster!” he exclaimed.
“Noooooo!” Emery said, giggling.
“The tickle monster’s gonna get you!”
“That tickles! Noooooo!”
His hands flew along her sides before his lips dipped down to her stomach. He blew raspberries into her skin while she squealed and yelped for joy. Her legs kicked and her arms flailed, and I could see the pure essence of delight dripping from her features.
And Hawk. Holy hell, I’d never seen him smile like that in my life.
Tears rose in my eyes while I watched them bond. I leaned up against the hallway wall and crossed my legs, simply taking in the sight before me. They rolled along the floor, smiling and laughing, then Hawk finally had mercy and laid down beside her. The two of them were trying to catch their breath, and the movement that happened next caused a tear to ricochet down my cheek.
I saw Emery reach over and take Hawk’s hand.
“Will Mommy be up soon?” she asked.
“I’m sure she will. I just wanted to let her sleep. You guys have been through a lot lately, and she needs her rest, too,” Hawk said.
“Should we make her breakfast?” she asked.
“Are you getting hungry?” he asked.
“Yeah. Maybe Mommy’s hungry, and that’s why she’s not getting up.”
“Trust me, if your mother were hungry, she would get up quick.”
“I resent that notion,” I said.
Hawk and Emery rolled over to take in my grinning form. Emery scrambling to her feet and came running to me, but Hawk was focused on my neck. There was a wonderfully mischievous grin on his face as he pulled himself up from the carpet, and I figured he was simply grinning at me being in his shirt.
Until Emery’s hand flew to my neck.
“Mommy, are you okay?” she asked. “You have an owie.”
My eyes slowly trailed to Hawk’s as he tried to stifle a laugh. He shook his head and went into the kitchen, and that’s when the rest of the prior day hit me. Hawk pinning me to the wall. Driving his hips deep into mine. The way he made my body shake.
The way his teeth sunk into my neck…
“Mommy’s just fine. I slept on something in bed, and it’s left a mark. Is it bad?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she said.
“Well, trust me. I’m just fine. How are you? I am so sorry I slept so long yesterday, sweetheart.”
“Don’t be. Mr. Hawk and I watched movies,” she said.
“You did, did you?”
“Yep. And he cooked dinner. Tacos. He cooks really good tacos.”
“I bet he does,” I said, smiling.
“I wanted to wake you up to watch the movie, but Mr. Hawk said you needed rest because you were tired. He said you were taking a nap and that I was safe with him.”
“Yes. You are very safe with Mr. Hawk,” I said.
I brushed Emery’s hair out of her face as something appeared in front of my face. An apple was sitting there, clutched in the palm of the hands that had brought me so much pleasure the day before. I rose to my feet and took it, taking a big bite as my stomach growled out with hunger.
“I don’t have much in the way of breakfast right now, I’ll have to go grocery shopping after church,” Hawk said.
“Church with the club?” I asked.
“Can I go?” Emery asked.
“You need to get some breakfast,” Hawk said, grinning. “I’ll be back later with some groceries. Any special requests?”
“Froot Loops,” Emery said.
“Froot Loops, what?” I asked.
“Froot Loops, please. Oh! And goldfish. Please.”
Hawk chuckled down at her while I simply shook my head. I took one more massive bite of the apple before I handed it to her. She took it within both of her hands and chomped down, juice dribbling down her chin. Before I could react, I watch
ed Hawk dip his finger down and wipe it up from her chin. I watched his gesture linger on a cheek a bit longer than usual, and I looked over at him as his eyes stayed connected to her.
