Page 10 of Hawk (Road Rebels MC 1)
“What happened after that?” I asked. “Where were you?”
“Outside with Emery,” she said breathlessly as I helped her into the tub. “I tried to control it. To latch onto her laughter. But she stopped and just stared at me, and I spiraled.”
“How often does this happen?” I asked as I cut off the water.
“Not often,” she said, sighing. “But it’s usually a dream I wake up from. It’s never happened while I’ve been awake.”
“What never happens?” I asked as I stood.
“The blood everywhere. I see it. It’s like it’s there. Actually there. Usually, I wake up from a dream, and it’s everywhere, and I can blink it away. But it didn’t happen like that this time.”
She was dealing with PTSD from that night. We all were, really. Mine always happened in dreams, however. I never had anything happen to me in the middle of the day, unless I was taking a nap or some shit. She stretched her legs, groaning with the tension she was trying to release. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers, kicking them off to the side as her eyes slowly looked over at me.
I couldn’t help but smirk as her eyes stopped at my cock.
“Lean up,” I said.
She leaned her body forward, and I slowly slipped into the tub with her. It was a little cramped, but she curled into me like I knew she would. My hand cupped the warm, soapy water and I poured it over her shoulder. I watched her shiver with relaxation as her body finally unlocked, the tremors leaving her fingertips as she sighed into the crook of my neck.
She smelled different than she did six years ago, but somehow her scent was still comforting.
“Holy hell I miss him,” she whispered into my neck.
“I know you do. I miss them, too. Both of them.”
“When am I gonna get over this?” she asked.
“Probably never. Lots of us still struggle with it. Don’t sleep well. That kinda thing.”
“Do you struggle with your sleep?” she asked.
“Sometimes. It’s not as bad as it used to be. And it’s never happened to me during the day like it just did with you.”
“Does that mean it’s getting worse?”
“I don’t know. I know a few people who had it during the day and not at night at all. A couple of them had to leave the group. Couldn’t tolerate riding with us anymore.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“It happens. It comes with the life, I guess. I can see why you want to keep Emery from it.”
A silence descended over us as she turned her back and pressed it into my chest.
“She should know who her father is,” Sydney said.
“I agree,” I said.
“No, I mean… I think we should tell her.”
“How do you want to approach that?” I asked.
“I don’t know, honestly. But, I wanted you to know where I stood with that. I do eventually want to tell her who you are.”
“Thank you, because I’d like to be a part of her life. I’ve already missed so much of it…”
I heard her sniffle, and I automatically wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her shoulders as she started shivering again, and I immediately felt like an asshole.
“No, no, no. That wasn’t to make you cry. I’m sorry, all right?” I asked.
“I just feel terrible,” she said. “All I’ve ever tried to do was protect Emery, and it seems that all I’ve done is fucked things up.”
“You’ve done a wonderful job raisin’ that little girl. She’s smart and strong. She’s wild and free. She reminds me a lot of you when we were younger,” I said.
“Funny. I thought she reminded me a lot of you.”
We sat there for awhile and allowed the bubbles to pop against our skin. My arms were draped around her, feeling her tits bounce against my skin as I pulled her closer to me. My fingers began circling her nipple, feeling it pucker underneath my touch as she sighed lightly. She relaxed into the strength of my body as I tweaked her nipple, my lips ghosting up her neck while my nose tickled her pulse point.
I felt her hips rock back into me, my cock growing at the friction.
I nipped just underneath her ear, feeling her jump in my arms. My free hand slowly fluttered down her side, reveling in her soft wet skin as I cupped the excess sitting behind her belly button. Gone was the smooth, toned stomach I knew her to have, and what had replaced it was the proof of the child she had carried inside her body.
My child, who was napping peacefully downstairs.
I bit my teeth down into her collarbone as she groaned. Her legs parted effortlessly for me, her hips bucking to find the friction she wanted to desperately. I ground my cock into her back, feeling her muscles tense as the softness of her skin massaged my dick.
My fingertips crept down her leg, massaging the excess of her thighs before they slowly made their way to her pulsing pussy lips.
“Hawk,” she said breathlessly. “Please.”
Without another word, my thick fingers slid between her folds. Her silken juices flooded my hand, repelling the water away from my skin as it greedily attached to my fingers. I slid them inside of her, feeling her squirm against me as her back continued to massage my cock.
I felt my balls sinking lower and lower to the floor of the tub as they filled with cum her skin was begging for.
I held her tightly to me as my fingertips continued to play with her breasts. Her head lobbed back onto my shoulder, exposing her neck to me as I drew a patch of skin between my teeth. The way her legs shook, the way her body pressed deeply into mine, it pulled a groan from between my lips as I slid my fingertips up to find that beautiful little nub.
And the moment I grazed over it, Sydney’s body jumped.
“There we are,” I said darkly. “There it is.”
I slowly circled it with my fingers as Sydney swung a leg over the edge of the bathtub. I could feel her body jumping as I held it in place, her back shoving into my cock as I rubbed it against her skin. I felt myself panting, coating the nape of her neck with my hot breath as she turned her lips to kiss me. She painted my cheek in open-mouthed kisses while my fingertips circled her clit faster and faster.
I tapped the top of it, and she jumped, squealing with shock as I smiled into her skin. I continued my ministrations as her whimpers grew to moans, and soon I felt my balls rising up towards my body. I rocked against her back, feeling her grind back into me with her thrusts as she rode my hand to chase her release. Water was sloshing out of the tub as her toes began to curl, and I turned my head to capture her lips, silencing her piercing moan as her hand wrapped around mine.
I pressed into her clit, swallowing her pleas for mercy down my throat as my tongue raked around hers. They danced together in a fit of rage as her body threw itself over the edge, her body trembling and jolting as I continued to flick her swollen clit. I thrust up against her skin one last time, choking on my own orgasm as my cock spurted hot cum up to the surface. It pooled against her skin, wanting to attach to her back just as Sydney finally collapsed into me.
I released the kiss, both of us panting for one another’s air as our eyes slowly fluttered open and found one another’s.
“You’re safe here,” I said through my pants. “And no matter what it takes, I’m gonna make sure the two of you are safe.”
And with those words, she slipped her cold leg back into the tub and curled into my body. I held her close, my body still shaking a bit from my orgasm, and we simply sat in each other’s presence as my toe fumbled with the drain plug.
The sound of the water being guzzled down by the drain almost lulled the two of us to sleep.
Almost.
Chapter 8
Sydney
Once the tub was finally drained, Hawk and I reluctantly made our way out of the tub. I felt relaxed and beautiful, but I needed to make sure the water draining didn’t wake up Emery. I walked to the top of the stairs, my body drip-drying as I listened out for Emery, but all I could hear were her soft sn
ores. The sound brought a smile to my cheeks as I turned to head back to Hawk’s bedroom, but I found him standing there. Staring at me. With his arms crossed over his chest.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said, grinning.
“No really. What?”
He walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me, placing a light kiss on my forehead. I could feel his fingertips dancing along the stretch marks on my side, and I tried to push him away.
But all he did was pull me closer, my naked body smashing into his as he traced the lines of my pregnancy on my body.
“Don’t cower away from these,” he said. “You wear them well.”
“Hawk? No woman wears stretch marks well,” I said, giggling.
“You do.”
