She careened against me as I launched us down the hallway, her legs wrapped around my waist just like I’d been dreaming of all those nights, all those years.

“Never thought I’d have you in my arms again,” I growled at her ear before kicking my door closed and pushing her against it. “Never thought I’d have my hands on your skin again. My lips on your body, my tongue tasting every inch of you.”

Her breath came out in ragged gasps, the pulse hammering at her throat matching mine.

I pushed her arms above her head, locking them with my hand, and trailed a nose down the inside of her arm. She shivered, gasping for air, her hips grinding against my cock like she was begging for it.

“Tell me, tell me how much you fucking missed this cock inside you.”

She grunted, eyes slammed closed as her tits heaved in my face.

I latched on to the outline of one nipple, sucking and nipping, making her hum with pain before letting go.

“Say it. I want to hear you say how many nights you dreamed about my cock slipping inside you, taking your breath away, making you beg for more.”

“Yes… Fuck, yes… Is that what you want to hear? Yes, I dreamed about you, Hawk. I dreamed about this.” She hummed, eyes still averted.

Fuck that.

“I need your eyes on me for this, baby girl.” I tipped her chin to mine, her eyes slamming open. “Daddy’s here now. I’m here, and I’ve got you,” I groaned at her ear, holding her chin in my hand. My cock dug into her stomach, aching for the searing hot feel of her pussy. “I never forgot this.”

My lips covered hers in a kiss that branded. A kiss that showed her that I still owned this, I owned her—and every pleasurable sigh she ever had or ever would have.

“We’re not young anymore, Morgan. I was a boy then, but I’m a man now. I know what I want, and there’s only ever been one thing.”

Her eyes trained on mine, her teeth clamping down onto her lip when I shoved the skirt over her hips.

“I couldn't see a single day without you in it. All those people calling my name, telling me they loved me, but the only person’s love I’ve ever cared about getting is yours,” I hissed at her ear. “And you crushed it.”

Her gorgeous, haunted eyes flickered with pain, but I didn't care. I didn’t give a fuck, because I’d spent one too many nights of the last five fucking years thinking about her, this moment, us. Always us.

“You destroyed me,” I breathed, tearing her panties down her thighs and pulling them to shreds in my hands.

I pulled the zipper down on my jeans a moment later and freed my cock, my only thought getting lost inside her again. Just one more time. Chase the pain away with my favorite drug.

“You broke my heart, Hawk,” she said just as my cock slid past her soaked entrance.

My hands clutched her hips, my lips at her neck sucking, drawing blood to the surface, desperate to make her feel what she’d made me feel.

“I hate that I need you,” I gasped, finally seated fully inside her. Her warm pussy fluttered around me, waves of pleasure rolling through us as our bodies melded for the first time in too long.

“It’s like you never left.” She whimpered, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.

I pushed a hand through her hair, whispering, “Daddy’s here now. You’re going to be okay. I’m here to take care of you, baby girl.”

I fucked her slowly, dragging in and out until every nerve was raw, every inch between us laid bare. Naked. Just like we were meant to be.

My hands cupped at her backside, my teeth nibbling at her throat as I dragged us to the bed, pushing her down beneath me and caging her in. Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, I groaned when she writhed and moaned.

The years looked good on her. She’d been gorgeous then, but she’d filled out. I imagined motherhood did that, and I instantly regretted that I hadn’t been here to see her become a mother. See her body round and beautiful with child, growing and changing, her curves developing as she grew into a mother.

“So fucking beautiful. Christ, I missed this. Tell Daddy where you want him to kiss you,” I urged before I could think about the words. Her hands gripped the hard muscle of my back, nails digging into my flesh and driving me wild with pleasure.

“My nipples. Oh my God, your lips on my nipples.”

I sucked on the sharp little peaks, plucking at the tender flesh with my teeth and earning more moans and arches from her.

It had always been like this with us.

From the beginning, Morgan had liked our fucking raw, uninhibited. And the way she was grasping at me now made me think she hadn’t had this in a long time.

About as long as I had.

“I can’t stand to think of another man’s hands on your skin. Covering your body. Kissing your lips. My lips.” I thrust my tongue past her mouth, twisting our tongues and showing her instead of telling her just how I felt.

I was mad.

Angrier than hell.

But underneath all that, I missed her.

Fuck, I’d missed her too goddamn much.

And now here she was, underneath me, soft and open, welcoming me into her body, when what I really needed was her heart.

“Fuck,” I moaned, adding my thumb, whispering over the aroused bud of her clit before I pushed harder, pinched, and soothed away the pain. Ground my hips against her body, made her really feel what she did to me. “You make me so hard, Morgan. You feel what you do to me? That’s all for you. One look in your pretty eyes at the park, and I nearly lost it. You’ve always been mine, Morgan. I may have been stupid enough to let you go then, but not anymore.”

I flipped her in my hands, shoving into her from behind, holding her against my chest as I kneaded her gorgeous tits in my palms.

“I’ve been fucking starved.” I nipped at her earlobe, sliding a hand between her thigh and running fast circles around her pussy until she was shaking around my dick.

I may only have one night with her. This girl was good at leaving, and that realization was like an ax to my heart. I didn’t know if I could take her leaving again.

I turned her around in my arms again, forcing her to face me, forcing our lips to connect.

“I hate that I love you.” The words came out ragged against her lips.

She sucked in a breath of air when I shoved into her again, my hips thrusting so quickly this almost felt like a punishment fuck. Almost.

I’d craved this, pushed it aside for far too long while I focused on the game and my future. But this, right here, was where I came the most alive. Buried inside Morgan was the only place I ever needed to be.

“Oh God, Hawk. Hawk!” she sang, pussy quivering around me as another orgasm barreled through her body.

“God, yes, baby girl. So responsive. Daddy missed that about you.” I sucked at her lips, swallowing her sighs, consuming her whole. “Tell me no one else has done what I do to you. Has made you feel how this fat cock makes you feel,” I ordered, my cock pulsing harder, angrier, closer to the edge.

“No!” she whispered, breathless. “No, no, no one,” she cried, chest still heaving with ragged pants.

I covered her pert nipple with my lips, sucking it into my mouth as I ground my hips against her, bottoming out, filling her up, giving her every long, hard inch of me. I wanted her claimed. I wanted to coat her with my come and send her off down the street, a warning to any man to stay ten feet away. I’d yank the eyeballs from any man who so much as looked at her the wrong way. Morgan brought out every protective instinct in me, a drive that only came out with her.

“Good. Makes me happy to know this is still mine.” I pulled my cock from her hot body, jerking my dick until long, hot streams of come splashed across her creamy abdomen. I stood over her, marking her, leaving my brand, the orgasm chasing through me the most powerful I’d ever felt.

“You dirty girl, look how hungry your pretty pink pussy is.” I slipped my hands through her hot folds, then slid our juice across her creamy skin. Around her navel, up her stomach, and over her gorgeous, heavy tits. “You like exposing yourself to me? Showing me that hard little clit. God, I love your pussy so much. Daddy’s property.”

Her eyes held mine for long, quiet beats before she made to roll out of bed.

“No fucking way you’re leaving yet.” I caught her wrist.

“I have to. I’m sorry,” she said softly. I cursed the dark shadows in my room, hiding her from my greedy eyes.

“Okay, I’ll walk you.” I hopped out of bed, handing her the clothing I’d torn off her as we’d tumbled through the apartment.

“I'm okay.” She took her bra from me. “Really.” She slid her panties up her thighs.

“Wish I could kidnap you, baby girl.” I meant it. I meant those words more than I’d ever meant anything. I meant it then, and I sure as hell meant it now.

“I don’t need saving, Hawk. I know that’s always been your thing, but I’ve done perfectly fine on my own.”

“I can tell,” I huffed before I could catch myself.

“What does that mean?” She turned on me, hand on her hip, the silver light of the moon sliding across her body. I hated that she was getting dressed, not undressing and falling into my bed all over again. This reunion was ending far too soon. I hadn’t wasted half a decade for thirty minutes.

“It means I can help you. I can be there—for both of you.”

Her eyes hardened. “I don’t need that.”

She pulled her skirt up her legs, then shoved on her shirt. Her apron was stuffed into the back pocket of her skirt a moment later, and then she was hustling out the door like she couldn’t leave fast enough.

“Morgan!” I called, pulling my own shirt over my head and following her out.

I reached for her hand when I caught up, but she kept walking.

“I mean it. I don’t need your help, Hawk. I don’t need anything from you. Not a goddamn thing.” She broke out of my grasp and continued walking down the sidewalk.

“Dammit, Morgan, we have to talk!”

“Oh, that's rich coming from you,” she spat, yanking out of my hold again and turning down a side street.

“Jesus, I'm going to need to start training every day again if I’m going to keep up with you.”

Her hand thrust behind her, middle finger in the air, long hair flowing in a curtain around her. A hint of that sarcastic smile I loved so much darted across her lips before she schooled her expression again.

She was still the girl I knew, the girl I loved.

“First, you steal Gram’s mac and cheese recipe, then you flip me the bird? On fire, aren't ya?” I shot back. “Christ, Morgan, just give me a minute.” I finally caught her.

“I gave you a lot just now, and still, you managed to insult me.” She shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Fuck, you're right.” I pushed a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. I’ve been driving myself insane…” I looked up at the stars sprinkled in the inky sky, one thought chugging through my brain on repeat. “I was a fucking dumbass not to think of it the moment I saw you…and her… Morgan.” I caught her gaze, voice lowering another octave as emotion clogged my throat. “Is she mine?”