Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (Hawke Family #1)(95)

Finally, I’m able to slip my hand in and wrap my palm around his cock. He hisses against my ear as I stroke his length, sliding the pad of my thumb across the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum.

“Shit, baby, I need to be inside you…” he growls in my ear and slides his hand up under the t-shirt I’m wearing. His eyes widen when his fingers find my wet core. “No panties?”

I shake my head when he strokes my flesh, his thumb swirling around my clit, causing my hips to buck against him.

Fuck.

“You, inside me…now.”

He moves his hand and I guide the head of his cock inside of me before slamming my hips down, impaling myself on him.

He catches my gasp in his mouth, kissing me deeply while I squeeze around his hot flesh. I rock against him, riding his cock hard. I slam down on him with so much force, his chair actually shifts on the floor. Neither of us care.

I’m completely consumed by him. He is my everything, and I know I can never live without him, without this in my life.

Sliding his hand between us, his long fingers find my clit and I press against them as he rolls and pinches it in the way we both know is certain to quickly send me over the edge. The fire in my core builds and I drop my head back, his free hand finding my breast under the shirt and tugging at my erect nipple.

“Fuck! Yes, baby, just like that…please…”

He groans in appreciation and kisses his way up my neck. I tilt my head down, allowing my mouth to meet his as the inferno rages inside me, about to explode.

One more twist of my nipple and my orgasm slams into me, my entire body rolling and bucking uncontrolled on his cock. My walls squeeze against him. He curses and drops his forehead against mine as he comes, pulse after pulse of heat coating my core.

I collapse against him—wrung out emotionally and physically. Our panting breaths mix until I can’t tell what’s his or what’s mine. The aftershocks of my orgasm cause random muscle spasms and shakes in my body. His arms surround me and he kisses me gently.

“I love you, baby. I’m so sorry I worried you.”

The reminder of my earlier anger registers and I pull away from him. “Yeah, where the hell were you, anyway?”

He grins and mischief sparkles in his eyes.

“What?” I ask, my annoyance growing at his seeming nonchalance regarding my earlier distress, caused solely by him.

Douchebag. Does he have any idea how frantic I was?

He leans in to kiss me again, but I retreat, shaking my head. “Oh no, don’t you dare try to distract me.”

A resigned sigh puffs from his lips as they curl into a little half-smile. “Reach in my right jacket pocket.”

Sliding my hand between his shirt and jacket, I find the interior pocket and reach down, my fingers connecting with a small, velvet box.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

My heart thuds in my chest and a loud rush floods my ears as I squeeze my eyes closed and try to catch my breath.

“Danika?” He takes my face in his hands and lifts my head up toward him. “Baby, look at me.”

I open my eyes and find his concerned ones staring back at me.

“Take a deep breath and pull it out.”

Seems easy enough.

In through the nose, out through the mouth. Breathe. Breathe.

Finally, the rushing sound in my ears dissipates and I can once again feel the box at my fingertips inside his pocket. I curl my hand around it and pull it out, opening my hand so the black box sits on my palm.

He reaches up, takes it from my hand, and flips it open, turning it to face me.

My breath catches again when I see the ring.

A beautiful solitaire. Simple. Perfect.

“I was going to ask you tomorrow night at dinner, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want to wait for anything with you. We’ve waited long enough.”

I couldn’t agree more.

I throw my arms around him, clutching him to me as the tears pool and streak down my face. He chuckles. “Is that a yes?”

Pulling away, I nod, because I won’t even bother to try to speak right now. Tears shimmer in his eyes and he pulls the ring from the box and slips it on my finger.

He kisses me softly and then pulls away, taking a deep breath through his tears. “When I met you, I found me—the real me, not the one I tried to be after the accident, but the one I actually am now. I can never thank you enough for that.”

For once, I don’t have any words. How could anyone respond to that? I want to tell him he did the same for me—that he helped me find who I’m really supposed to be, but words completely fail me.

“This is the start of our forever,” he whispers against my lips. I kiss him deeply, clenching my pussy around his semi-hard dick still buried deep inside me.

Our forever.

He’s right, this is the start of it, the start of something I never thought I’d have, and certainly not with the pussy peddler I set out so determined to hate. But, Savage is it. The moment we collided in his office, I knew I would never be the same. He’s proven to me that he’s the best decision I’ve made in my entire life.

I lose myself to him and his kiss again. There’s nothing and no one who will be able to destroy what we’ve built and fuck them if they try.





6 months later


Her knee bounces up and down furiously as she sits next to me in the exam room. I would love to tell her there isn’t anything to be worried or nervous about, but that would be a lie. I’ve spent enough time in hospitals and doctor’s offices over the last couple years to give me a healthy dose of anxiety whenever I find myself in another one of these white, sterile rooms, where the smell of antiseptic inevitably seeps into my nostrils.