by Aria Cole
I sucked in a deep breath of air, pulling her closer, enjoying the sound of her soft breaths against my chest again. Hell, I think that’s what I’d missed most, having her with me at night to hold on to. Waking up to face every morning with her.
Every hour in between.
“Morgan?” I began, tracing a fingertip around the dimple of her navel.
“Yeah?” She yawned.
“Love you and Emerson more than my life. You’re mine now.”
“Mmm,” she breathed, tucking closer under my shoulder. “Yours, Hawk.”
Epilogue
Morgan
One year later
“Fuck, baby, every day you taste sweeter.” Hawk’s tongue was sliding between my wet folds.
He pushed the mountain of taffeta up with one hand, the other clutching at my hip as my ankles locked around his neck. “Oh God, Hawk!”
His teeth dragged across every raw nerve of my swollen clit, my muscles spasming as an orgasm fluttered through my system. My heart hammering, my legs lax around his shoulders, he hoisted me into his arms and laid us both back on the small double bed in his parents’ guest bedroom.
The one they’d given me to get ready before Hawk and I walked down the aisle in just a few moments.
“That was amazing.”
“That was just a teaser. I can’t wait to rip this dress off you later.” His crooked grin sent lightning bolts across my skin.
“You’re going to have to wait at least a few hours. We have pictures, then the reception…”
“No way I’m waiting that long to fuck my beautiful new wife.”
I erupted into giggles when his hands slid under my dress again, kneading at my inner thighs. The thick erection tenting his tuxedo pants made my mouth water. Would it be so wrong to suck him off five minutes before we walked down the aisle? I didn’t think so.
Just then, a pounding sounded at the door.
“Shit,” I breathed. “Busted.”
Hawk chuckled before standing, adjusting his cock, and then doing a once-over of me. “Ready, my new bride?”
“Ready for forever with you?” I squinted up at him with a coy smile. “Absolutely.”
He grinned, looping my hand with his and placing a kiss across my knuckles, the sparkling three-carat diamond glistening on my ring ringer.
He’d proposed just a few months after we’d met again, but there’d been another surprise waiting for us that delayed the wedding.
“Morgan?” My mother’s voice called through the door, slightly shrill.
“Coming, Mom!” I winked at Hawk. He grinned, then swung the door wide open.
“Hawk! You’re not supposed to see her—”
“Just couldn't help myself, ma’am.” Hawk winked at my mom then lifted our six-week-old son from her arms. “Hey, little man, ready to watch Momma finally say ‘I do’ to your old man?”
I grinned, happy tears already wetting my eyes.
My life was perfect. Hawk had charmed his way back into my life, and he’d made my mother fall in love with him all over again too. The look on her face right now proved it.
“Give me my grandbaby, and you get out there. Your dad’s been looking everywhere for you.” She swatted at Hawk’s shoulder.
He did what she said, placing one more kiss on my knuckles before sauntering off down the hallway and out to the garden.
“I don’t know what you were thinking, signing up for a lifetime with that one.”
“I wasn’t thinking.” I smiled down at Noah, placing a kiss on his soft cheeks. “I was only feeling, Mama. And a lifetime without that man felt like a life not worth living.”
She smiled, eyes warm with understanding. “He told me last night that you’d never have to work again, Morgan. That he’d take care of you for the rest of your life and your children’s lives and your grandchildren's lives. Said he’d made enough while he was away to give you all that, at least.” She paused, hand clutching mine. “He’s a good man, that Hawk Larson. I never doubted him or your love for him. I always hoped we’d end up here.”
I swiped at a tear. “Thank you, Mama. I couldn’t have survived the last five years without you.”
“You would have survived just fine, sweetheart. That’s what women do, they survive every day. Now don’t ruin your makeup. We’ve got a wedding to get to.” She tsked, wiping at her own tears.
I followed her down the long hallway and out the doors of the house, making our way down the candlelit pathway that led to Hawk’s parents’ large garden. Hidden among formal hedges and rows of rose bushes, I caught sight of Emerson, my mini-me, flowers and braids holding up her silky hair, walking down the aisle with a basket of flower petals. Milo followed her on fat little legs, a handsome bow tie around his neck, sniffing at every petal she dropped.
They were the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.
That little girl was my dream come true, and so was her daddy, standing with a barely hidden smile on his face and waiting for me. Right under that giant oak tree we’d first kissed under so many years ago. We’d come a long way since then, and I wouldn’t change a minute of it.
Mom squeezed my hand once then slid into her seat, tears still trickling down her face. Then the music started.
And I took the first step into my future with Hawk.
Our future together.
Our forever.
“Think they’ll notice if we sneak away?” I breathed at his neck.
His hands were around me on the dance floor, the ceremony over, pictures finished, reception close to wrapping up.
“Do you think I give a shit who notices?” His crooked grin lit his cheeks. “Your tits look amazing. Ready for round two?”
I squealed when his palms slid across my ass cheeks and squeezed.
“More than ready.” I nipped at his earlobe. That was apparently all it took because his hand clutched at mine, and we disappeared into the shadows, around a hedge of fragrant flowers, and deeper into the garden.
As soon as we were out of earshot of the party behind us, I dropped to my knees, halting him in his tracks. I worked at the belt and zipper of his pants quickly, freeing his heavy cock to the night air.
He sucked in a breath, hands in my elegant wedding hairstyle, mussing the curls and making me hotter for him. I cupped his thick shaft in my hand, stroking up the length and teasing the tip with my tongue. Slipping and sliding my tongue across the smooth flesh, I finally sucked the tip past my lips and tasted his arousal. A bead of pre-come on my tongue and my thighs were already damp with need.
“That’s it, bury my cock in your throat, baby girl. Daddy needs to come.” He grunted, hips thrusting into my throat, cock sliding past my tongue. “You looked so pretty up there saying ‘I do’ today. Took everything in me not to take you right there. I don’t give a fuck who sees how much I love you.”
He lifted me off the ground, hands pushing up the fabric of my dress and hooking into my panties. He dragged them down my legs in one swift movement, his fingers connecting with my searing flesh in the next.
I moaned, hands clutching at his shoulders before he lifted me in his arms, holding me to him tightly and impaling me on his dick. He fucked me like he was desperate, starved without me, and I think I understood it because last night without him in bed next to me had felt like another form of hell too.
A single day without his touch was too much to bear.
“Made me the happiest man alive today, baby girl,” he murmured, fingers digging into my waist as his teeth grazed my neck. “I can't wait to have my next hundred lifetimes with you. We’ll have first dates and first kisses, more babies and more love. So much love, Morgan. You fill me up inside,” he gritted out, legs going rigid just as long jets of come emptied into me. His hand pushed between my thighs and rubbed at my swollen clit, sending stars shooting behind my eyelids as another orgasm ripped through me.
Gasping for breath, sweaty from the humid night air and our bodies pressed together, I came down, draped
around him and so completely in love.
Everything about this man was love.
“Jesus, I hate that we have to go back there. I want to unwrap you, take my time, and lick every inch of your skin.”
“That sounds like heaven.” I smiled, kissing his earlobe. “I can’t believe I had two orgasms on my wedding day.”
“Say thank you,” he ordered, hand slipping between my thighs again. “Say thank you, and I’ll make it three.”
“Mmm,” I hummed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
His eyes darkened, gaze focused on my lips. “I want to fuck that smirk right off your face, baby girl.”
“That might have to wait for the honeymoon.”
“Not waiting that long,” he huffed.
“How long? Where are we going?”
His grin deepened before he set me on my feet and caught my hand in his. “A yacht.”
“A yacht?”
“On the Mediterranean.”
“On the Mediterranean! I can’t leave the baby for that long—”
“Only a week, baby. Got it all settled with your mom. We’ve got a private flight tonight, and I plan on getting real familiar with the mile-high club.”
“Oh my God, Hawk.”
“Say it again, baby.”
I flipped him the bird, his laugh following closely behind me all the way out of the garden.
God, I loved that man.
I was his girl. Always had been, always would be.
He hadn't known it then, but from that first kiss under his parents’ oak tree, I was his girl.
The End
The HIS Collection
What does it mean to be HIS? From baby making to babygirls, you'll find a bit of whatever melts your panties in this ode to Father's Day. From five of your favorite steamy, safe authors (and one hot newbie) come a group of six stand alone books dedicated to Daddy's everywhere. You will get your fill of everything from alpha men focused on securing a baby in their woman to filthy Daddy Doms who know how to care for their princesses. So, hold Daddy's hand and see what's in store!
Out Now: His Everything by Frankie Love
Out Now: His Obsession by Roxie Brock
Out Now: His Rules by Dani Wyatt
Out Now: His Temptation by Amber Barden
Out Now: His Girl by Aria Cole
June 16th: His First by Jenika Snow
Find out more on the collection HERE!
One
Hudson
“Two fingers of top-shelf Scotch,” I murmured at the bartender, anxious for the dark liquid to quiet my head. He poured a few ounces, sliding the glass across the bar with a nod. I tipped the glass of amber amnesia to my lips, the booze easing a little more of the tension out of my shoulders. My neck. Fuck, I’d been wound tight in the weeks before I even had to make this trip.
I finished the glass, setting it back on the bar and nodding to the bartender. Another upstate asshole—why did my mother always find herself around these types of people?
I swear, sometimes she tried to find herself by marrying someone new. This was her fourth wedding, not that I was judging, but she’d picked some real losers before.
I’d had my fair share of shitty stepdads, so when she’d called a few months ago and told me she was getting married—again—I’d shoved it to the back of my mind.
If I could have avoided this wedding, I sure as hell would have.
But she was my mother, despite all the dysfunction, and I wasn’t the kind of man to leave my own mother flapping in the wind.
Thankfully, she and the new beau weren’t going traditional with a wedding party—I’d been forced to step into a monkey suit at the age of fifteen when she’d married the last one, and I’d fucking hated every minute.
She was lucky I was here; that was about all the enthusiasm I could muster.
The bartender replenished my whiskey, nodding at me before tapping on the wooden bar to my left, a grin crossing his face that could only be reserved for a woman. A good-looking one.
I knew men, and I knew there must be one helluva piece standing next to me.
I took a sip of my drink, glancing out of the corner of my eye to find a woman next to me, waves of auburn hair falling around her shoulders and eyes so big and wide I nearly swallowed my own tongue.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” She gestured to the glass in my hand.
A smile spread over my cheeks. “You sure about that? This’ll create a fire in your belly.”
“Bring it, then.” Her eyes darted up to mine, leveling on me and ripping all the sense from my mind. Ice-blue oceans swirled back at me. I was sure I’d never seen eyes quite that color.
“Woman who handles her liquor, I’m intrigued.” I took another sip, enjoying the way her eyes hovered on my lips with each of my words.
“You’d be surprised what I can handle.” The bartender deposited her drink on the bar top. “Cheers to a good weekend.”
I clinked my glass with hers then watched as she took a healthy swallow. My eyebrows rose and my grin deepened.
This woman had fire, and hell if I wasn’t drawn to her flame.
“I’m going to need another one.” She set the glass on the bar when she’d finished.
“Well, hell, remind me not to go underestimating you again.”
“Again?” She cocked her head to the side, a pretty, sarcastic as hell grin darting across her lips. When she did that, I couldn’t help wanting to cover her mouth with mine, lick up the dips and swells of her body, and make her scream and shudder around me. My dick twitched in my pants, demanding to be let loose and cradled in her warmth. “What makes you think you’ll get a chance at again?”
Sweet fucking Jesus, she had sass. Sassy women were the sexiest to me. There was something about this woman; something that made me want to bend her over and spank that fine ass until she begged me to stop by shoving my rock-hard cock deep into her wet, warm cunt. Just the very idea of that made me feverish.
I’d begun to think I should find myself a nice quiet little thing. Maybe opposites really did attract, and I was barking up the wrong tree when a girl like this one flashed her big, beautiful eyes at me. But damned if I could help it. I was having a visceral reaction just standing so close to her.
“Won’t be the last if I have anything to say about it.”
“You don’t.” She smiled up at me sweetly, winking once before taking another swallow of her newly refreshed drink. Hell, was I looking at the female version of myself? I didn’t know if I should be turned on or run the hell away, but she was intriguing, and no way was I walking away from someone intriguing this weekend. I’d need all the distraction I could get before heading back to the city and my life and putting this marriage business behind me.
I wished the best for my mom, but she’d sort of ruined the idea of commitment for me.
Never could bring myself to say those three words, though I didn’t sweat it. My life was good. What was the point of giving your heart away to someone who inevitably would only break it? My mother was proof enough. I’d seen her in broken relationships time and time again. I didn’t want any part of it. People weren’t built to last, and true love was a mirage the media distorted in order to sell you more junk you didn’t need.
But I had a feeling things would get a little bit better if I got to know this woman.
“Name’s Hudson.”
Her grin deepened, sky-blue eyes sparkling up at me. “Skylar Walsh.”
“Can I get you another drink, Skylar?”
She paused, eyes narrowing adorably before she replied, “Why? Because I'm the nearest thing with boobs?”
Her candid words took me by surprise and forced a chuckle from me. “Because you're the only woman who’s made me care enough to ask her name in a long time, Skylar.” I pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Figure that counts for something.”
Her pupils darkened, lips pressed together before she turned back to the bartender and nodded at him for ano
ther. “Smooth talker, then, huh?”
“Call it what you want, but I say what’s on my mind.”
“I can see that.” She took a small sip of her drink then set it back on the bar, turning fully to me.
I’d been so focused on her eyes that I hadn’t even bothered to check out the rest of her, and the rest of her was fucking sinful.
She was the curviest, most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, and living in a city overrun with trendy singles, I’d seen a lot.
None that had caught me off guard quite like this, though.
“What’s on your mind, Hudson?”
I inched closer, brushing her shoulder with mine and sucking in a deep breath of her heady aroma. “I’m thinkin’ the drive up this weekend was damn well worth it, after all.”
Her lips popped open in surprise, warmth creeping up her neck and making me desperate to touch her searing hot skin. Was she as aroused as I was? Did she feel this push and pull careening between us?
“Well, what can we do to make your trip worthwhile, Hudson?” The soft lilt of her tone told me she knew exactly what effect she had on me.
“I can think of a few things,” I breathed, taking advantage of the low light and sliding in a little closer. I was drawn to her like a magnet, our bodies hovering just at the edge of contact, close enough to drive us both a little insane. Skylar closed her eyes, a soft shiver racing through her body when my fingers darted across the sweet flesh of her thigh. “I bet you taste sweet.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes shadowing her high cheekbones. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t think of anything but the gorgeous woman standing in front of me, her body attuned to mine. I had to know her. Something told me I was flirting with forever with this one. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I sure as hell felt it. Like our souls were already chained together, just waiting for the bodies to catch up.
I wanted tonight with her, but I wanted all the other nights too. I wanted to figure out what made her laugh, what made her mad, what turned her on. I really wanted that last part.
