Hawke (Cold Fury Hockey, #5)(53)

It’s wild, passionate, and unrestrained. No holding back. All in.

The way we always were.

“Need you to come, Vale,” I say, letting her nipple go as I slide one hand from her hip to between her legs. I press my index and middle fingers against her clit and make short circles around the plump bud. Vale’s head drops back but she moves faster on me, which drives my impending orgasm closer to the surface. My mind wants her to slow down a little so I don’t leave without her, but my cock wants that amazing explosion it knows is going to come from deep within my balls. My hips involuntarily punch upward into her as she slams down on me hard.

“Christ,” I mutter, my fingers losing traction on her clit for a moment.

Vale pays me no heed, bouncing harder, tits jiggling in my face. I sit up in the tub, hands going under her ass, and I help her along. Pull her up my cock, slam her down on it.

“Yes,” she cries out, eyes squeezed shut in rapture.

So I do it again.

The minute our flesh cracks like thunder from the impact because there’s almost no water left to cushion the blow, Vale lets out a low keening sound of pleasurable release. My hands go back to her hips and I grind her down on me, feeling my balls shrink, knot tight for a moment, then liquid release blows out of me hot and deep into her body. My face falls to her chest, her arms circle around me holding me tight.

We shudder and quake together, not swamped in bitter memories of the past but cataloging this one as the first in a new future together.

Whatever that may be.

“Wow,” Vale mutters in a voice laced with mellow bliss.

“Yeah, wow,” I concur, wrapping my arms around her lower back. I sit up straighter in the tub, and squeeze her entire body to mine. “That was f*cking fantastic.”

“It really was,” she agrees, and although I can’t see her face because mine is now burrowed into her throat, I can hear the smile in her voice.

We quiet for a few moments. I can feel my dick deflating and yet I don’t want it to leave the cocoon of warmth where it’s nestled. There were countless times in the past after I’d f*cked Vale that I wished I could just stay inside of her forever. It was my favorite place to be. It’s where I felt whole.

Vale gingerly pulls back from me and groans. “Damn…my thighs are going to be sore after that workout.”

“Rode me like a champ,” I say with a laugh, my hands coming to her thighs to give her a light massage. My eyes cut down to the rose tattoo, only a portion of which I can see since her inner thigh is almost flush with my outer. I drop down my right hand that’s rubbing the top of her left thigh and graze my fingers over the edge of the roses. “This made it easier for me,” I tell her.

“What’s that?” Her head cocks to the side in interest.

“To believe the real reason you broke it off. For so long I just believed you were done with me. But you weren’t, were you?”

Something crosses Vale’s face then, so fleeting I almost think I imagine it. But I don’t. I recognize what it is and immediately press her. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No,” she says immediately, and her voice is soothing…laced with comfort and care. “No, all that needed to be said has been said tonight.”

I stare at her, not sure whether to believe what she’s saying. Her eyes are clear, boring into mine with surety.

“It’s simple, Hawke,” she says quietly as her hands come to rest on my shoulders. “I made a bad decision. I hurt you because of it and you went a lot of years not knowing why I did the stupid things I did. I’m so sorry I caused you that pain, and I’m even sorrier that you endured more pain tonight learning the truth. It’s in the past. You said we look forward, not back.”

Her words sound right. It really is pretty f*cking simple.

So I smile at her and nod in agreement. “Forward.”

“Forward,” she agrees with a return smile. Then she pushes on my shoulders and attempts to stand. She makes it just high enough my cock slips out of her but not high enough that my hands at her hips halt her progress.

“Where you going?” I ask.

“I really do need to get home. I’m worried about Dad.”

“Remember when I said that wasn’t going to happen?” I ask her.

She nods.

“Well, it’s not going to happen,” I tell her again.

“But—”

“You’re staying here tonight. I’m not done with you by a long shot. Your dad is fine and we’ll call him to check in, but you’re staying all night, in my bed. Got it?”

“But—”

“Got it?” I repeat firmly.

“You’re such a control freak,” she grumbles, but I can hear the capitulation in her voice.

She’s not done with me tonight either.

Not by a long shot.

I lean toward her, a kiss being warranted at this point to seal the deal, when my doorbell rings. Vale jerks in my arms in surprise and then laughs.

“Son of a bitch,” I grumble, holding still for a moment and wishing my visitor to go the f*ck away.

The bell rings again.

Vale pushes up off of me, standing gingerly on the slick porcelain. She steps carefully out of the tub, cognizant of the standing water that I’ll need a mop to clean up, and grabs a towel. This, of course, brings me eye level with her *, which I know is filled with my release from just a few minutes ago, and the thought of that gets my dick to harden again. I have to wonder the basic and primal reasoning behind that. Is it because I’ve gotten her pregnant before? There’s no doubt that although we were young, had we known she was pregnant, and had the baby survived, it would have been one well-loved child.