Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Told you it wasn’t a mood setter,” he grumbles as he pulls back, pressing a kiss to my cheek. He then looks down at his noodles and pulls a face, and I can tell it’s because of the vegetable in there he doesn’t like.
“Eat your greens,” I reprimand as I try to cover my laugh. “And you set plenty of moods.”
“Yeah, well, none that will ever make a woman think, Wow, he’s the one!” He rolls his eyes, and I jerk back, shocked.
“Hawke, did you just say the one?”
His eyebrows furrow. “Yeah. Don’t you believe in that shit?”
I bite my bottom lip, always surprised by this brute of a man who sometimes has the heart of a sixteen-year-old girl who needs to be protected from the world.
“Do you want to watch a rom-com tonight?”
“Fuck no,” he scoffs.
“Hawke, have you ever watched a rom-com?”
“No… isn’t it girly shit?” he asks, and I try not to laugh at him. I don’t want to dissuade him from watching my choice of movie.
I roll my eyes as I pick up the remote. It’s no surprise he’s never seen a rom-com, especially since I couldn’t imagine Anya ever watching them.
“Let’s start with a classic,” I suggest as I press play on Pretty Woman.
I wake up with a sharp breath. It’s dark, and Hawke is still asleep. Jared’s eyes flash before me, and I can’t seem to get my heart rate back down.
He did it. He killed her.
I already knew he had, but listening to his confession of the reasons behind it made it so much worse.
All because he wanted someone he couldn’t have.
Why couldn’t he just be normal and break it off with her? Why did he drag her into this abyss? She believed in him right until the very end. She was even willing, as drugged out as she was, to accept the fact that he killed one of her friends right in front of her.
It’s all so fucked.
“Your thoughts are so loud.” Strong arms wrap around me and pull me back before he starts kissing my shoulder. “Let me ease them.” I fell asleep before we did anything; listening to him laugh was relaxing. And now I can feel how hard he is. I pull his hand from around my waist and down to the top of my thighs. I slide his hand up underneath the shirt I’m wearing and let him take control. I love it when he takes control. So many men I’d been with did better when I controlled them, but not Hawke. Though, he’ll let me when I demand it.
He knows exactly how to please a woman, and I fucking love it. His hand slips between my legs, and I know he can feel how wet I am as he starts massaging my clit. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear as his lips find my earlobe, and he takes it in his mouth. He pushes his cock harder against my ass, and I spread my legs a little wider, giving him more access.
At this point, I’m pretty certain I’ll give him everything he demands of me because I’m weak to not only the pleasure he can give me but all the fractured pieces of himself he’s slowly revealing to me as well. Waking up in his arms, knowing that he’ll protect me no matter what.
I moan and wriggle against him as he rubs his cock against my pussy, trying to force myself down on him.
Hawke is the greatest distraction for my overactive thoughts. But he’s also the best thing that could’ve happened to me. My body has always understood that. It’s just taken my heart longer to catch up.
CHAPTER 42
Hawke
I’m woken by the sound of someone honking outside my house. When I reach for Ivy, she isn’t there. When I open my eyes, I see her standing across the room, still wearing my shirt that hangs past her knees, holding a travel cup.
I rub my hand through my hair. It’s dark in the room, but that’s because I have blackout curtains. I pick up my phone, and my jaw drops when I notice the time. “Why is it so late?” I say, hopping out of bed and grabbing my jeans and the first shirt I can find.
The honking continues, and I curse, knowing it’s Ford and Eli. Fuck, I’m late.
“You clearly needed sleep, so I turned your alarm off,” Ivy replies.
I lean back into my walk-in closet to grab my boots. “Eli’s going to fucking kill me.”
She pops a hand on her hip. “If Eli has a problem with it, you tell him to take it up with me. You tell him I said that,” she says defiantly. I growl, agitated that my cock jumps at her sassy mouth. I loom over her, squeezing her cheeks.