Chapter Sixteen
Pru
For a split second, I wonder if I have forgiven him too quickly. Then, I think of everything he has been through and how honest he was with me. Granted, it took him long enough to be honest. Considering everything, though, his silence was understandable.
“Don’t make me regret giving you another chance, Hack,” I say, letting him hear the fear in my voice. “I couldn’t handle losing you again.”
“You’re not gonna lose me, baby.” His shadowy blue eyes darken as he whispers, “And you won’t regret it.”
Hack’s lips slide gently across mine, drawing a moan of pleasure from deep in my belly. As he starts to pull back, I fist his dark brown hair and force his mouth against mine once more. His teeth bite into my bottom lip, causing me to gasp, and his tongue invades my mouth, tangling with mine.
Before I can even register what is happening, Hack has pushed me back on the bed and lies down beside me. His lips leave mine, only to kiss his way down to my neck.
While he licks and nips my neck, his hands drift around to my breasts. My hand unconsciously closes over his, forcing his to add more pressure. Gently squeezing one and then the other, he brings his fingers together to pinch my hardened nipple.
“That feels so good, Hack.” I moan with pleasure. “I missed your touch.”
“Then, let’s give me a little more to touch,” he says as he leans away from me and drags my body off the bed enough to pull my shirt over my head.
He then moves his arms around my body and unsnaps my bra. When that is done, he pulls it off and leans down to run his tongue over my nipple. His hand moves down to my loose yoga pants and starts to push them down.
I grab his wrist and remind him of something I told him earlier today. “I want to do this, but I’m not sure my body is ready to have sex just yet.”
“I promise what I plan to do to you will not hurt,” he replies, brushing another quick kiss over my lips. “Trust me, Pru.”
I can’t seem to make my voice work, so I simply nod my head. Using my toes, I kick off my shoes then lift my hips. Hack takes over from there, pulling down my pants then quickly taking off my panties. He even takes the time to tug off my socks.
When he starts to slide back up my body, I shake my head and reach for his leather. “You have too many clothes on.”
“This is about you, not me,” he says, pulling away from my touch.
“And it’s me who wants you to take your clothes off,” I tell him, needing skin to skin contact. “I enjoy touching you.”
He looks at me for a second, as if deciding whether to give me what I want or not. Finally, he nods his head and pushes his leather off then lays it near the end of bed. His shirt comes off next, and the sight of his naked chest has my legs quivering.
“I forgot how beautiful you are,” I say, reaching up to cup his bearded chin.
My words cause him to laugh. “Never been called beautiful before.”
I look at his bare chest, taking in his Grim Bastards tattoo and ripped abs. My eyes move to his arms to soak in his intricate and colorful tats. My clit pulses when I remember the ink goes all the way to his toes. The memory of trailing the lines with my tongue causes an ache to grow deep inside me.
While I have been staring at his body, he has been doing the same to mine. When I finally look up to his face, his eyes are locked on my nearly healed incision. His hand reaches out to lightly run his finger over the angry looking scar.
“Does it still hurt you?” he asks, never taking his eyes off the cut.
I shake my head then shrug. “Not really, only if I turn the wrong way or pick up something too heavy.”
He leans down and places a kiss just above the spot where the doctors pulled Scarlett from my body. “This right here is beautiful.”
Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “I’ve never heard anyone call a scar that before.”
He looks up at me, his blue eyes shining brightly, his head resting on my lower stomach. “This scar is proof you gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the entire world.”
“Oh,” I mumble, my breath coming out in a rush.
His hand gently massages my stomach, carefully tracing the web of stretch marks that formed during the last few months of my pregnancy. “These marks show that you cared for our daughter before she was even born.”
“They’re ugly,” I whisper, still not comfortable with the changes my body went through during my pregnancy.
“Hell no.” Another kiss to my stomach and he says, “They’re pure beauty.”
“Thank you.” I pull in a deep breath to keep a new wave of tears from falling.
He doesn’t respond, just moves his hand down to my core. His finger gently brushes over my clit, before it goes lower and he slowly sinks a finger inside. He goes slowly, moving it in and out. Finally, he adds another finger as he moves his body between my legs.
“Hack,” I mumble his name, focusing on the pleasure he is giving me. “That feels so good.”
His eyes devour my slick folds as he continues manipulating my body. He leans forward, placing a kiss on one thigh then the next. “Fuck, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to taste this pussy again.”
“That is gonna have to wait a week or two.” I explain, not going into unneeded detail.
Disappointment flashes in his dark eyes, but he finally nods his head. “It’ll be hard, but I’ll wait.”
Pulling his fingers out, he spreads my juices over my clit. He circles it, pulling another moan from my lips. My hips start to buck as he pushes his fingers into me again. He lets out a moan of his own as his teeth nip right above my pelvic bone. Then, his tongue caresses my skin. Grabbing a handful of his dark hair, I shout out my pleasure.
Our moans mix together, making it hard to tell which one of us is enjoying this more. I’m sure it’s me; he knows exactly what to do to my body to make me feel good. He has never denied me pleasure, and as he continues working his fingers, I know this time will be no different.
It’s hard to hold still as I feel the muscles in my stomach tighten up, letting me know I’m close to coming. It’s almost on the verge of being painful until Hack reaches up with his free hand and pinches my hardened nipple again. Within seconds, the pleasure and hint of pain have me calling out his name as my walls convulse around his fingers.
My pleasure is just starting to fade, when he places another kiss right on my pubic bone then crawls up my body to kiss my lips. “Thank you, baby.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I say as my walls clench one last time.
“No, believe me,” he says, rolling onto his side and pulling me into his arms. “Touching you again gave me more pleasure than it did you.”
Before I can tell him just how wrong he is, the sound of Scarlett’s crying comes from the next room. My eyes go to his jean covered cock, the one that should really be in my mouth right now. It’s hard and bulging against the denim. Seeing how hard he is, just from touching me, makes me want it in my mouth even more.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I apologize. “I’m sorry, but I have to go check on Scarlett. I know Addy is with her, but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself like I want to with her crying in the next room.”
“I told you this was for you,” he says with an easy smile. “You go take care of our daughter, and I’ll take care of myself.”
“Are you going to masturbate?” I ask before my brain can filter the words coming out of my mouth.
“The scent of your sweet pussy is on my fingers, and the vision of you coming is burned in my brain.” His smile grows as he leans over and places a quick kiss on my lips. “So, fuck yeah, I’m gonna jack off.”
With that, he gets up from the bed as quickly as his hard-on will allow and walks to the bathroom. My eyes are locked on him until the door closes behind him. Only when Scarlett’s cries ratchet up even higher do I jump from the bed and start getting dressed.
Once I’m fully dressed, I walk to the door. Just as my hand touches the knob, Hack lets out a moan, and I have to force myself to open the bedroom door and not run into the bathroom and watch him.