Authors: Wendy Stone
She arched, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “How's that?” she asked huskily.
Gideon moaned his answer, moving lower and dipping his head to find her nipple. Laving it with his tongue, he watched as it hardened before suckling the tasty treat into his mouth. The taste of her upon his tongue sent his passions soaring even higher, his pulse thudding, his breathing growing harsh. “You'll put me in an early grave,” he growled.
His hand was on her cheek, his lips searching out each erogenous zone with unerring accuracy, teasing with tiny nips and opened mouth kisses. Her head turned and he felt the heat of her mouth surround his finger, his eyes darting to her face. Gideon hissed in a breath as she slowly sucked in his finger, taking it all before pulling it out, her lips wrapped around his digit, her tongue flicking and licking at him.
When her teeth bit down upon the end of his finger, his entire body jerked and he pulled free, his other hand fisted to keep from dragging her under him and taking her with one fast, hard stroke. Instead, he brought his hands to her ribs, holding her while he moved his lips over her stomach and down the small slope of her lower belly. Her sex beckoned with a tangy inviting aroma. She gasped in pleasure, egging him on to even more intimate caresses.
Gentle fingers spread open her labia, seeing the glistening pink flesh, wet with her desire. He traced the folds of flesh between the thick, swollen lips with one finger, enjoying the heat of her sex, the scent of her arousal, the sight of her pretty pink pussy.
"Gideon!” she cried, and he felt her jerk when his finger slid over the knotted flesh of her clit. He did it again, flicking gently at the sensitive bud before dipping his head and capturing it with his mouth.
Her moans were sweet in his ears, her body undulating under the talented caresses of his mouth. He licked and sucked at her sex, feeling her shake under him.
"Oh,” she moaned, low in her throat, her bandaged hands coming up to bury in his hair. “That feels so good. Don't stop,” she begged shamelessly, her thighs closing around his head. “Don't stop!"
The flat of his tongue played across her clit, his fingers sliding into her with the ease of a hot knife through butter. He could feel tiny fluttering contractions squeezing around his fingers and knew she was close. Her body was moving under him, thrusting against his mouth, trying to pull him in further. Her whimpers of pleasure were quickly turning into cries, her hands grasping at him.
"Mmm,” he moaned. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you."
His fingers moved faster, the wet sound in the air around him like a heavy aphrodisiac. He heard her grunt, her body tightening, the muscles in her sex convulsing around his fingers. She arched, her heels digging into the bed, a sharp squeal coming from between her lips.
It was an explosion, pure and simple. Bright white lights burst inside her, heat shivered through her, starting in the core of her being and moving until she thought she'd die from the pleasure of it. Her hands grasped at him, feeling as if he were the only stable thing in a world gone hot and off kilter.
"Gideon!” she shrieked, arching as his tongue continued to lap at her responsive sex, driving her to the next peak and then the next until she was almost too numb to feel. It seemed to last forever and yet, not long enough as she finally settled back on the bed, her breathing harsh and unsteady. She pushed his head away, too sensitive to handle much more.
"Oh God,” she breathed.
"Yes,” he drawled, levering himself above her.
She opened her eyes, narrowing them at the smug look upon his wet face. “You're not conceited are you?"
He chuckled, rolling off of her and pulling her into his arms. She turned on her side, her bottom snuggling against the hard ridge of his erection as it pushed against her. “No, I'm more convinced."
"Ha, ha,” she sighed, a shiver of awareness shuddering over her.
He moved his hips, rubbing against her bottom. His lips found the back of her neck, sliding hot kisses down to her shoulder blades and then back up. “Lift your leg for me, baby."
Mac turned her head, looking back into his passion flushed face. His eyes were heated brown chocolate gazing into hers. “Lift my leg?"
"Yes,” he growled, reaching down to trap her thigh and pull it up and over his, opening her. He moved his hips again and she could feel him rubbing against her still throbbing sex.
"Ahh,” she gasped, her hips moving against his.
His hand moved from her thigh, sliding up and over the soft curls at her sex, then further up, grasping her waist, then moving over her breast. His fingers plucked and tweaked at the pale bud of her nipple, watching it turn red as he pinched it.
"Ready,” he whispered in her ear.
"For what?” She groaned as he pushed and the head of his cock stretched her delicate flesh, pushing inside of her body.
"This,” he growled.
She felt him press further, felt the incredible heat of his cock, so solid and heavy inside of her. He pushed until he was buried in her, his hand sliding down her flat stomach to hold her to him.
"Mac,” he groaned.
Her muscles contracted around his shaft, throbbing in time with the rapid beat of her heart. She moved against him, unable to be still no matter how much he tried to hold her. Her hips danced against his, coaxing him to thrust inside of her, stealing her breath with the ferocity of his need. He buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply, his body shaking against hers.
"Gideon?” she whispered huskily, turning her head to look up at him.
"I could have lost you,” he said, his brown eyes blazing with a combination of lust and fear. “You could have died and I never would have been able to tell you..."
She slowed her movements, turning further toward him, her bandaged hand touching his cheek. “Tell me what, Gideon?"
Hawk closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath. “That I love you,” he whispered, opening his eyes and staring into her face as if to gauge her reaction.
For a moment everything swam around her at his words, confusion and the memories of the past few days stopping her from answering. Then a slow smile graced her curved lips. “It's about time,” she said softly.
Gideon blinked. “About time? About time for what?"
"For you to admit it. What took you so long?” she asked with a heavy sigh though her eyes sparkled.
"Mac, don't make me have to take you over my knee.” He pulled away, going to sit at the side of the bed. “Tell the woman that you love her and all she does is bitch,” he grumbled.
Kenzie smiled brightly, coming to her knees behind him and wrapping her arms around his chest, her fingers stroking over him. “Aww, honey you know how I feel,” she said, whispering in his ear even as he jerked away from her.
"Mackenzie Hunter,” he growled, turning and grabbing her by the waist to throw her back on his bed. “I try to be gentle with you, to be romantic and to show you my fears for your safety. I even tell you I love you and you can't be woman enough to say those three simple words back to me. I can't..."
"I love you, too, Gideon,” she said softly, interrupting his rant. “I think I have since you showed up at my door with that pizza at three a.m. Now, shut up and come over here and show me how much you love me."
Hawk grinned, his eyes roaming over the soft body waiting for him. He moved toward her, finding her lips first. “I need you,” he whispered against her mouth.
"I'm here,” she managed to say before he took the kiss deeper, making it impossible for her to think much less speak. His tongue was in her mouth, hot and desperate. She could feel her body responding, her hands coming up to hold him to her, her legs parting to let him in.
He slid inside of her, thrusting gently as she wrapped her ankles around his back. “I love you,” he panted, tearing his mouth from hers to stare down at her.
"I love you,” she whispered, her entire body reacting to every thrust of his hard cock. She could feel the tension in her core, the heat that was building there, twining around her with his every move. Her back arched when he ducked his head, suckling her nipple into his mouth, chewing gently on it. A whimper left her lips and she began to move with more desperation under him, wanting to feel the pleasure she'd only known with him once more.
Gideon stroked against her, his cock bathed in the heated wetness of her sex. Her satiny skin rubbed against him, stimulating him even more, her firm breasts drawing his mouth to taste and suckle. He could feel her body tightening under him, the familiar sound of her cries sweet in his ears. “Come for me, baby,” he growled even as his own orgasm threatened to pour over him. “I want to feel it."
She stared up at him, their eyes meeting. He thrust against her hard, watching her eyes go blank, her face showing every bit of pleasure she was feeling. “Oh God,” she cried, her head thrown back against the pillows, holding on to him.
"Mac,” he growled, his own head thrown back, his teeth clenched as pleasure burst inside of him, filling her with his hot seed. He rode the waves of his climax, still watching her face.
When he could breathe again, he reached down and tenderly wiped her cheek, amazed to find her crying. “Mac?"
"What?” she said, turning her face away, embarrassed that she couldn't control the emotions that were bubbling up inside her.
"Don't turn away, baby,” he begged, rolling to his side and bringing her with him. “Don't ever turn away from me. Are you all right? I didn't hurt you did I?"
His concern sent a fresh wave of tears to trickle from her eyes. “You didn't hurt me. You...it was the way you looked at me."
He reached up, turning her chin so that he could see her eyes. “How did I look at you?"
"Like...like I was your everything,” she said in a rush, feeling her cheeks burning.
Gideon chuckled, watching her eyes narrow. “Whoa, don't get mad, baby. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing because I'm happy. Don't you know, you are my everything?” He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you,” he whispered when he lifted his head.
"It...It sounds so smarmy,” Mac said with a smile. “Like something out of one of those romance novels."
"Does that mean this is the part that fades to black where the hero and heroine whisper sweet nothings to each other and then have hot, wild monkey sex the rest of the night?” he asked, making her laugh.
"I don't think I've ever seen that terminology in any novel I've ever read."
"But can we still have hot, wild monkey sex the rest of the night?” he asked, his tone pleading, like that of a little boy wanting a treat.
Mackenzie laughed, rolling him over on his back. She sat astride his loins, all thoughts of tears gone. “Think you're up for it? I mean, you had a concussion yesterday. Maybe you should take it easy."
"I'm not ready for my walker yet. I think I can handle you,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at her.
Kenzie leaned over him, her lips playing on his. “Bring it on, baby."
The scissors were sharp, cutting through the newspaper with ease. He lifted the article from the Monroe City Press, staring down at the by-line. “Mackenzie Hunter. It's about time we meet."
Opening a scrap book full of newspaper articles, bold black block printing filling up the pages around them, he found an empty space and quickly mounted the article. Then he picked up the marker, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes, they were full of purpose, shining bright blue in his scarred face He popped off the cap on the pen and began to write.
The door to their room rattled, the person knocking on the other side seemed furious, startling the two entwined upon the bed awake.
"What the fuck...” Gideon began, jumping out of bed and reaching for his jeans.
"Who is it? What time is it?” Kenzie groaned, her body aching so badly she couldn't even sit up in the bed.
"Two o'clock,” Gideon said as he buttoned his jeans, coming around the side of the bed and heading for the door.
"Who ever it is, get rid of them, okay?” Kenzie curled up in a ball, drawing the blankets up and over her head. With the blankets up around her and mussed on Gideon's side of the bed, she looked like nothing more than a mass of bedclothes.
"Yes your ladyship,” Gideon smirked. “Allow me to wait on you hand and foot.” He was still chuckling when he opened the door. Turning his head to see who it was, all he caught was a glimpse of a fist an instant before it hit him.
He flew backward, bouncing off the end of the bed and hitting the floor, stunned.
"Where is she?"
"Dammit Dillon, we talked about this on the flight here.” Aaron Hunter walked into the room, furious at his older brother. He held his hand out to Gideon. “I'm sorry about Dillon, he doesn't have the best of manners. Mom gave up on him too soon, I think anyway."
Gideon stared at the hand and then at the man who held it out. Besides the silvery gray eyes, he was a very masculine version of Mackenzie. “Who are you?” he asked before taking the man's hand.
"I didn't hit him that hard. You'd think Kenzie could pick a man who could take a punch,” Dillon growled, walking through the door and plopping down on the bed. He grabbed his cell phone, checking the front read out before stuffing it back in his pocket.
"You're Dillon Hunter,” Gideon said, glaring at the man who had punched him. “You're the one that has both Brett and Mac jumping through hoops."
Dillon smiled, a very self satisfied look. “It's good for them, keeps them on their toes."
"You sound like my old man.” He turned toward the other man. “I don't have a clue about you but to know you're related as well. Mac's brother?” he guessed.
"No,” Hunt said. “I'm the lucky one that gets to call this one brother,” he nodded toward Dillon and then rolled his eyes. “Aaron Hunter.” Hunt shrugged his shoulders as if to apologize for dropping in on him the way they had.
"Well,” Hawk gently touched his swelling eye, “it's been a lot of fun but what the hell do you want? Besides coming in here to insult me and bash me in the face."