Page 104 of Taken In Trade
I wake up on my side, facing Magnum.
I’m hot.
Burning alive.
A low moan escapes my lips before I can stop it.
Hawk is behind me with his hand resting on my abdomen. A wave of cramps tears through my stomach, and I jolt, groaning.The room is so silent that any sound is extra loud, and I don’t want to bother Mag when he finally seems to be resting well.
“Shh, you’re okay,” Hawk says close to my ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.”
He pulls up the bottom of his T-shirt that I put on after my bath and works his fingers into the band of my panties.
I shouldn’t have bothered with underwear, but I must have been more optimistic about making it through the night without a heat spike. He’s not hesitant like he was in Moretti’s office at the club. He goes straight for my clit, and I grind back, searching for his cock.
“See, we’re going to stay real quiet to avoid waking Magnum.” Hawk holds himself up at a slight angle and pulls my hair back from my face while teasing my pussy with his other hand. “Let’s get you nice and slick so I can slide inside you.”
I nod and lift my top leg, trying to encourage him to shove a couple of fingers inside me.
I appreciate how careful he is with me, but I’m good.
There’s no reason to take our time.
We can get right to the good part.
His palm works my clit while he enters me with two thick digits.
Hawk curls tighter around my back and nuzzles his cheek to the side of my head. “Shit, Vanessa. You’re burning up.”
“I’m okay,” I whisper, moving to pull my panties down. The material constricts his movements, and it’s annoying me.
I get them down past my knees and kick out of them with little care.
My next step is wiggling enough that the shirt I’m wearing rests above my hips. That way, every small movement doesn’t pull on the material.
Shit.
I’m failing at being a good girlfriend.
Maybe I should ask Hawk to take me to the nest?
I peek at Magnum, lifting my head up enough that I can study his face, but he seems to be sleeping soundly. If we won’t be bothering him, I’d rather stay close to Mag. It might be selfish, but I also don’t want him to wake up and wonder why he’s all alone.
“Relax, sweetheart. He’s sleeping good,” Hawk says softly.
I nod and reach back, teasing my hand down the front of Hawk’s sweats. He’s not fully hard, but that makes it easier to grip him with only one hand.
He stretches his fingers, crooking them just right, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. It’s hard to keep quiet when everything feels so good, but I let my eyes fall shut and focus on breathing in his campfire scent.
Pure comfort washes over me just like it always does when I’m this close to Hawk. He’s like the feeling of knowing I’m safe but in human form. It doesn’t make any sense, but I know I want to keep him forever.
He circles my swollen nub with his thumb, and all rational thought disappears as I’m right back to ravenous for him. I clench my inner walls, and I know I’m drenched by how easily his fingers move in and out of me.
“Mmm, baby girl, I’m aching to be in so many places at once,” Hawk murmurs.
I shiver, lighting up at the new term of endearment. From anyone else, I’d think it was cheesy, but Hawk can pull off calling mebaby girlin a way no other man could. It almost feels like he’s praising me, which makes no sense, but I’ll blame that on my instincts.
“It’s a shame to have those pretty tits covered,” Hawk says, keeping his voice low. “Can’t wait to watch them bounce.”
