by Sky Winters
Instead, she fell right into his kiss.
Adie placed her hands on Hoxson's chest, outlining his solid, square pecs with the tips of her fingers. She kissed him back hard, opening her mouth and letting his tongue enter and play with hers. With almost a desperate eagerness, she moved her hands over his body, taking in the sensation of his hard angles and the subtle bumps of his muscles through his suit jacket.
"You're a real asshole, you know that?" she said, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back just enough to speak.
He looked back at her with his piercing blue eyes, a sly smile on his lips. With his beard gone, he looked just like the Hoxson that she'd known, the man that she'd fallen in love with.
The man that she was still in love with.
"I know," he said. "But that's why you love me."
It was as though he was reading her mind. Adie felt weak before him, as though she were powerless in the face of Hoxson's raw masculinity, as though something inside of her wanted nothing more than to surrender to him, to give to him what it was clear that he wanted. And what she wanted too.
They kissed more, moving slowly as they stripped each other down bit by bit. By the time they fell onto the bed, the two of them were in nothing but their underwear, their bodies pressed against one another's.
"Say it," moaned Adie, desperate to hear the words.
"Say what?" Hoxson asked before planting his lips on the curve of her neck, the feeling of his lips on her skin sending tingles up her body.
"You know what I want to hear, asshole," she said, a wry little smile on her mouth.
With that, Hoxson moved his body until he was directly on top of her. His blue eyes were almost overpowering, and his flame-red hair was wild around his gorgeous face.
"I love you," he said. "I always have, and I always will."
Adie closed her eyes and smiled, letting the warmth of his words spread through her body.
"There," she said. "Was that so hard?"
"Not at all," he said. "And it's been a goddamn long time coming."
"You're telling me," she said.
Now, she wanted him to show her how much he loved her. And he seemed to be of the same mind.
"I want to make you cum so fucking badly," he said. "I want to eat your pussy and make you dripping wet. Then I want to shoot so fucking deep inside of you."
Adie moaned at the words, feeling herself get wetter and wetter. As she writhed beneath Hoxson, he reached down and slid his hands under her panties.
"Damn," he said. "You're already so goddamn wet for me."
"Only for you, baby," she moaned, a gasp slipping from her mouth as he moved the side of his finger over her soaking wet lips. "Only for you."
Hoxson took his hand away from her cunt just long enough to take her panties down. Then, once she was bare below the waist, he slipped a finger past her swollen, dripping lips and entered her effortlessly.
"Oh, God," moaned Adie as he penetrated her. "Goddamn."
Hoxson began to move his finger in and out of her, teasing her with a hint of the fullness she knew would only truly be satisfied by his thick, meaty prick. But, for now, she knew she had to make do.
"Now I need to see if you taste just as good as I remember."
With that, he moved slowly down her body, taking off her bra with one hand as he continued to finger her. He kissed her along her neck, then her collarbone, then over her breasts and nipples. By the time he moved over the flat plane of her stomach, Adie felt like she just might explode from the sheer intensity of her arousal.
Soon, Hoxson was down where he needed to be. Taking his finger out of her, he spread her legs open wide enough to move between her thighs. Once there, he flashed her another sly grin, his gorgeous eyes narrowed slightly, the blues a brilliant azure. He lowered himself slowly, letting the terrible anticipation build as he moved closer and closer to her now-soaking cunt.
Adie slipped her hands into the red mane, guiding him toward her pussy. When his mouth finally reached her, a long sigh flowed out of Adie. He kissed her lips at first, moving tantalizingly close to her clit. Then, after just a bit more teasing, he spread her open and began to eat her just how she wanted.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck," moaned Adie as he licked and fingered her with expert skill.
Right away, she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. She couldn't believe just how badly she'd wanted it, just how badly she'd wanting Hoxson to make her cum over and over again.
He started with quick, darting licks of his tongue over her clit, each touch of his tongue on her sending waves of hot pleasure through her body.
"Don't stop," she moaned as he licked her just where she wanted. "Please, don't stop."
He didn't appear to have any intention to. Hoxson raised one hand, placing it on Adie's ripe left breast as he ate her. All at the same time, he rubbed her nipples, fingered her deeply, and ate her with a ravenous hunger. The wet sounds of his tongue against her pussy filled the air, mixing with the gentle sighs that flowed out of Adie's lungs.
The pleasure built more and more, and Adie knew that the orgasm was going to come soon, and hard. His tongue hitting her in just the right spot, his finger stimulating her perfectly, Hoxson soon brought her to orgasm. The pleasure broke loose, unraveling and rushing through her body. Adie bucked her hips, raising her pussy into the air, the orgasm causing her body to contort and writhe as though she were wracked by some sort of beautiful pain.
Soon, the feeling faded, and she knew, right away, that she wanted more. Hoxson lifted himself up and wiped the wetness from her pussy off of his lips with a slow swipe of the back of his forearm and Adie couldn't help but find it unspeakably arousing. He reached down and stripped off his skin-tight boxer-briefs, his thick, beautiful cock hanging low and hard as he tossed his underwear to the other side of the room.
"Tell me what you want," said Hoxson, his voice low and sensual, his eyes locked onto Adie's.
Part of Adie wanted to give Hoxson a playful slap for teasing her so much. He knew damn well what she wanted, and it was hanging heavy and low only a few inches from her cunt. All it would take was a quick movement of his hips and he would be inside of her, filling her up with all of those irresistible inches.
"I want your cock," she moaned, her eyes now fastened onto his prick. "I want it inside of me, so fucking deep."
That was evidently the answer Hoxson was looking for. Reaching down, he took his cock by the base and placed the head against her slick, wet lips, holding it there for a brief moment. Then, finally, he lowered his hips and entered her.
Adie let out a long, pleasured sigh as he moved into her inch by inch. Her hands latched down onto his hard, round ass as she guided him deeper and deeper. She wanted every bit of him, and she wasn't going to let him get away with holding anything back. After a few seconds, he was buried to the hilt, and Adie wrapped her legs around his hips, holding Hoxson in place as she savored the feeling of being packed full by him.
"You feel so fucking good," roared Hoxson as he began to move in her. "Your pussy is like goddamn heaven."
"Oh, fuck me hard, baby," she moaned in response. "Make me cum over and over again."
Hoxson appeared to be up to the challenge. His thrusts were slow and steady at first, withdrawing his cock to the head before plunging it back into her slowly and deeply. Hoxson slipped his arms around Adie's body, holding her tight and close as he moved in her. Adie felt his hot breath against her neck and the tickling bristle of his five-o'clock-shadow against her skin. His scent was rich and musky, and she couldn't get over just how appealing he was to every one of her senses.
"I love you," he said, his mouth only inches from Adie's ear. "So goddamn much."
"I love you too, baby," Adie moaned, holding him close and tight as he entered her again and again.
The pace of Hoxson's thrusting increased, and it didn't take much time before Adie felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm – one she could already sense was going to make the fir
st feel like a mild tingle of pleasure. She arched her back and tossed her hair, focusing her eyes on Hoxson's, which now stared down at her with a burning intensity that contrasted sharply with their cool blues.
"Oh God," she moaned again as Hoxson pounded her hard, splitting her in half over and over again.
Hoxson's grunting now sounded as though it came from a deep place inside of him, a place that was closer to his bestial nature than his human side. He drove in and out of her with ease; Adie's pussy was now so wet that she worried she might just soak the sheets beneath them. The orgasm continued to thunder closer and closer until, finally, it broke.
Adie felt her body tighten up, her muscles all pulling into a sharp contraction of pleasure. She dug her nails hard into Hoxson's thick, muscular back, so hard that she worried, for a split second, that she just might break the skin. The ecstasy was so overwhelming, so mind-obliterating that every thought was soon pushed out of her head, replaced with nothing but the pulsing, ecstatic pleasure.
She moaned, she thrashed, and she came harder than she ever had in her life. And right at the peak of it, Hoxson let out a deep, throaty grunt as he emptied himself into her. Adie felt the explosion of his cock deep inside her, the feeling of him shooting his load pushing her to another layer of pleasure.
Soon, her orgasm faded, and her body went slack. Hoxson pushed out the last drops of his cum as he finished, and with one last shudder, he collapsed into a sweaty heap on top of Adie, his cock still buried deep within her.
After he caught his breath, Hoxson rolled over to Adie's side, placing his hand on her flat, sweat-slicked stomach as it slowly rose and feel. He leaned in close, taking her chin into his hand as he kissed her.
At that moment, for Adie, there was no one in the world but the two of them.
CHAPTER 11
Three weeks later…
An overwhelming feeling of nausea forced Adie out of bed and running headlong toward the bathroom. She threw open the door and dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, where she immediately threw up the remains of last night's dinner with Hoxson.
When she was done, she shut the bathroom door with her foot and sat on the cold porcelain floor, a surprised expression on her face. This had been the third morning in a row when she'd woken up with nausea like this, and slowly, she began to realize that something was seriously wrong.
A knock sounded against the bathroom door, snapping Adie out of her thinking.
"Yo, you in there?" called out Hoxson.
Adie quickly reached behind her and flushed the toilet before scrambling to her feet.
"Um, yeah!" she called out, turning on the sink and preparing to brush her teeth to get the stink off of her breath. "Just give me a minute!"
Once she was done, Adie stepped out into the living room of the San Francisco apartment where she and Hoxson had been hiding out for the last few weeks.
"What's up?" he asked. "You just shot out of bed like a lunatic."
For a split second, Adie debated telling the truth. But she knew that Hoxson'd had enough on his mind with trying to figure out how to take down the Mendozas. She didn't want to give him even more to worry about.
"Just…really had to go."
Hoxson flashed her a brief, skeptical expression before stepping past her into the bathroom. Adie then hurried into the kitchen to make some coffee. As it brewed, she stood in front of the large windows that looked out over the city, she couldn't help but feel like a bird trapped in a gilded cage. Now that the Mendozas had taken over, the city was too dangerous for her to travel alone. After all, Julio was likely still looking for her.
"What's the plan for today?" asked Adie, handing Hoxson a cup of coffee as he stepped into the living room fresh out of the shower, a towel hung loosely on his hips.
Adie glanced over his gorgeous physique; despite their total giving-in to their passion for one another over the last few weeks, she still hadn't gotten tired of his body.
"Same as always," he said. "I link up with the Van de Wauters in hiding, and you stay here."
"Figures," said Adie, frustration in her voice.
"Listen," said Hoxson, "I know this is shitty, but it's the only way to keep you safe. I don't want you walking those streets alone when the Mendozas are looking for you."
"It's not that I want to go for a freaking stroll around the block," she said. "It's…Starwood. It's home."
Hoxson looked away and nodded in understanding.
In the last few weeks since the Mendoza's coup, the biker bear gangs had gone from dormant to an occupying army, enforcing the Mendoza's control over the city. They terrorized the town, enforcing the will of the Mendozas who now used the town as their own personal fiefdom to rule San Francisco from afar. Things were looking dire.
And now, on top of everything, Adie was sick.
"We'll figure it out," he said. "Just got to coordinate with the Van de Wauters and the rest of the resistance in the city. Once we get our numbers high enough, then we can think about some kind of counter-attack."
"And what about the rest of your mercenary team?" asked Adie. "Can't they help?"
"If the Van de Wauters want to pay them, then they'll come right over. But they're insistent on doing the work themselves, just keeping me on the payroll."
"You guys could help because, I don't know, it's the right thing to do."
Hoxson snorted.
"If us mercs lent out our services to every charity case that needed help, then we'd be bankrupt within a year. Sorry – gotta pay to play."
Hoxson took a sip of his coffee, leaving Adie alone with her thoughts – thoughts preoccupied with everything going on. After a time, he returned wearing an all-black outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, the look finished by a pair of combat boots. His beard had started to grow back in, and the lower half of his face was dusted with the beginnings of a flame-red beard.
"I'm out," he said. "Stay put."
Before he left, however, he moved in close to Adie and kissed her gently on the lips.
"I love you," he said. "And I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you."
"Love you too," said Adie, her eyes on the ground.
With that, he left.
As soon as the door shut, Adie rushed to her phone and began looking up a nearby doctor who could take a look at her, who could tell her why she'd been feeling so sick and strange over the last few days. Luck was on her side, and she managed to make an appointment with a doctor just a few blocks down the road. After showering and getting ready, she prepared to go outside for the first time in days.
"Hoxson would kill me if he knew I was putting myself at risk like this," she said as she waited for the elevator doors to open up.
Moments later, Adie stepped out onto the streets of downtown San Francisco. The morning sun was high in the cloudless sky, and the streets bustled with activity. Walking toward the doctor's office among the people, Adie felt normal for the first time in as long as she could remember. However, she wished that she could instead be walking the quiet streets of her hometown.
Twenty minutes later, Adie was in the doctor's office and being led to an examination room. Once there, a doctor, a trim, middle-aged woman with blonde hair and light wrinkles around her eyes, asked her about her symptoms. She listened carefully, and when Adie was done, she had one question.
"Have you been sexually active recently?"
Adie crinkled her brow.
"Um, yes," she said. "Why? You think I have an STD or something?"
The doctor gave her a quick once-over.
"I don't think you're sick, but I do think that you may very well have something that's indeed ‘sexually transmitted'. But I want to run some tests to be sure. I'll be right back; just sit tight for a minute."
With that, she stepped out of the examination room.
It took Adie a few moments for her to realize just what the doctor was implying.
"Wait – pregnant?" she asked, her words bouncing around the tiny room.
> The word filled her head and she immediately felt as though she was in some kind of a dream. The doctor returned moments later.
"We're going to need to do a pregnancy test to make sure," she said. "But it sounds like you've been having morning sickness. And it's been how long since you've been sexually active with your new boyfriend?"
"He's not my b-"
But Adie stopped herself, realizing that she sounded like a high-schooler.
"About a month and a half, I think."
"More than enough time then," said the doctor. "Okay – let's start."
The next hour flew by, Adie still feeling as though she wasn't quite participating in reality. By the time she got the results, and the doctor told her she was indeed pregnant, Adie felt like she just might pass out at any moment.
"You okay?" asked the doctor. "You look a little pale."
"Just…taking in the news," said Adie.
The doctor went on, telling Adie about what her next few steps as far as future doctor's appointments, and other such matters should be. But her voice sounded far away to Adie, as though the doctor were speaking from under water.
"Oh, and congratulations!"
"T-thanks," said Adie.
And with that, the appointment was over, and Adie was back on the street, a manila folder in her hands with all the information about her pregnancy. She walked down the sidewalks to her apartment in a daze. Needing more fresh air and forgetting about the danger she was in, Adie took a few turns here and there to lengthen out her walk. Eventually, she ended up on a narrow street that was far away from the bustle of downtown.
She gained a sense of her surroundings, looking up and realizing that she was more-or-less alone.
"Shit," she said quietly to herself. "Gotta get home."
But before she could take another step, the throaty rumble of an engine sounded from down the block. By the time Adie turned to see just what it was, a black, windowless van pulled up beside her, the tires screeching to a halt.
