Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(17)
“Touching myself,” she murmurs, and the visual of her, sprawled out naked on her bed, her hand between her legs, her pussy glistening with her arousal, has me groaning into the phone.
“I wish I was there. I would bury my face in your cunt and lick you slowly before sliding my tongue into you and sucking on your clit until you scream my name, come all over my face, and beg me to stop.”
A moan floats out from the phone at my words and her breathing becomes more of a desperate panting.
She’s close already. Good, because I won’t fucking last much longer.
My hand continues to pump my cock in a rhythm designed to keep me dangerously close to the edge. I don’t expect her to respond. Her throaty moans, gasps, and panting are enough to make me want to blow my load.
“I wish I was sucking your cock right now.” Her words stun me momentarily and my hand stills on my cock before returning to a more intense motion.
FUCK!
“Me, too. Sliding my cock into your hot, wet mouth right now would be fucking paradise.”
She moans and her breathing picks up and I know it’s time to take her over the edge.
“When I pull my cock from your sweet mouth, I won’t waste any time sliding it through your wet pussy and slamming into your tight, wet cunt.”
A strangled cry alerts me to her release and I picture her body bowing up off of the bed while her finger swirls around her clit. “Fuck…”
Her breathy curse pushes me over the edge and I roar as I come, shooting my cum all across my stomach and chest.
“Did you come?” she asks a moment later, after I’ve finally descended from the heavenly high.
“Uh, yeah, Danika, I have the evidence all over my stomach right now.”
She responds without hesitation, “Show me.”
I grin and hang up so I can access the camera on my phone. If she wants it, I’ll show it to her.
After hitting “Send,” I wait a few seconds to give her time to examine the photo. I know what she’s seeing—my chest and abs coated in cum and my still-hard cock jutting out from the edge of white sheets, resting against my stomach.
This will either scare her off or make her come running.
I call her and wait for her to pick up.
“Fuck, I am in so much trouble,” she mumbles by way of answer.
There’s no stopping my grin at her response. I’m glad she can’t see me right now because if she really knew how much that meant to me, she would probably run screaming for the hills. Although, that’s probably just a matter of time anyway.
The rest of the week in San Diego attending family gatherings and activities planned by my over-zealous mother dragged slowly. Just about the only thing that was even remotely bearable was the entire day we spent at the world-famous zoo.
Seeing the look of enjoyment and wonder on my three-year-old niece’s face made me really appreciate what I have in my family, even though they were relentless in questioning me about who I was texting with all day and why I had “that shit-eating grin on my face all the time.”
I guess I’m not very good at hiding my feelings. I always thought that was a good thing. I’ve always prided myself on being an open book. Like I told Danika at dinner, I always endeavor to be honest with people about everything.
That’s precisely why my heart is currently in the pit of my stomach and I can’t seem to stop my hands from shaking as I prepare dinner and clean up my condo before she arrives.
You’re an idiot for not telling her. You know she couldn’t have known without you telling her and still, you said NOTHING.
I stop stirring the sauce on the stove and drop my face into my hands for the thousandth time since I met her. Not telling her the moment we met, or at the very least at dinner, was probably the most gigantic mistake I could ever make.
Waiting to tell her is like waiting for a nuclear bomb to go off. When she finds out, there’s a strong chance she will storm out of here just like she did my office that fateful day.
“Fuck!” I run my hands back through my hair and curse myself again and again for being such a selfish, fucking idiot.
When my mother and sisters were harassing me endlessly about the reason for my mental state this week, I somehow managed to avoid revealing anything about Danika to them. It’s not that I have anything to hide, there’s just no reason to get their hopes up that I might have some sort of a relationship with her.
That would truly be a miracle once she knows, and I’m not sure I believe in those.
Eventually, after my repeated refusal to discuss what was going on, my family was, thankfully, more than happy to turn their attentions to Stone, which is how it should have been in the first place, considering he was the one graduating.
As the baby of the family, Stone has always managed to get away with just about everything and coast through life by the skin of his teeth. Despite being my only brother, he and I have always been the least close of any of the siblings. I would blame it on the age gap, but frankly, Stone and I are just two completely different people.
He’s a genius—an honest to God, MENSA member, genius—yet he always manages to make the stupidest fucking decisions. The fact he was able to graduate law school, let alone college, is something I would never have believed possible. His complete inability to control his own behavior or make adult choices has me worrying about him even now, but he has a great job lined up at a prestigious firm, so I guess I can hope he finally came to his senses and is using his God-given gifts in a productive manner. I guess only time will tell.