Hawk: Jagged Edge Series #3

by A. L Long

  Looking over to Isabelle, I wasn’t surprised to find that she didn’t show any emotions. Based on the information she kept in the manila envelope, my guess was that she knew Maxwell was behind the death of her parents.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Isabelle

  After Hawk and I talked about the baby it was very clear to me that he was scared to be a father. I couldn’t understand why. He would be a wonderful dad. His compassion for people was evidence of that. Even while I was in the hospital, he made certain that I was being well cared for. He even went so far as to provide me with meals from a local restaurant. He claimed that he didn’t want me eating the hospital food and that our baby needed the proper nutrition. It wasn’t that the food at the hospital was bad. It was actually quite good, but he insisted it wasn’t good enough for his girl.

  Getting home and into my own bed was all that I wanted. Hawk had been instructing the staff what to do to prepare for my arrival at home. I had to laugh at the way he was fussing over me. He was definitely taking on the role of the new man of the house. When we got to my, or should I say our, new room, the bed had already been turned down. Being who he was, he insisted on carrying me up the steps. It didn’t matter that I was perfectly capable of walking myself, he felt it necessary that I stayed off my feet. It wasn’t like I was nine months pregnant.

  Placing me on the bed, Hawk started helping me change into something that would be more comfortable. As he removed my top, I could see the desire he had in his eyes. With everything that had happened, the only contact that we had had was a tender kiss here or there. I was so horny for this man that when my shirt came off, I tugged at the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer. His head lowered and my lips were on his. I missed him so much, it felt like I was dying of thirst. I couldn’t get enough of him. Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, I yanked it over his head, exposing his hard muscles. I had never really taken a good look at him, but today was going to be different. Running my hand along his pecs and then down his sides, I stopped at the tattoo that was etched on his right side. Placing my finger over each word, I began reading them to myself, ‘God Gives His Toughest Battles To His Strongest Soldiers.’ I wasn’t sure what it meant exactly, Looking up at him, he knew what I was asking.

  Sitting on the bed beside me, he took my hand and looked at me with uneasiness. “Isabelle, there is something you need to know about me.”

  “Does it have to do with the tattoo and scar it is hiding?” I asked, concerned.

  “Yes, that and why I’m so afraid to be a dad,” he replied.

  “It’s okay, Hawk. If this is too painful for you, you don’t need to tell me,” I stated.

  “I do, Isabelle. You are going to be my wife and you need to know everything. I don’t want to keep anything from you.”

  I looked up at Hawk, realizing how hard this was going to be for him. Whatever he was about to tell me, I knew it wouldn’t change the way I felt. Giving him my attention, I listened to what he had to say.

  “My childhood wasn’t the greatest. Matter of fact, it was the shittiest childhood that you could possibly imagine. I hated my dad. Every day I wished that he would just disappear from the face of the earth. I remember once when I was about twelve, me and my brother Drew were working on our bikes that we got at a garage sale down the block. The lady who had them didn’t sell them and she didn’t want to hold on to them, so she gave them to us for free. We were so excited. There wasn’t anything wrong with them except that the chains needed to be adjusted. Anyway, when we got them home, we borrowed a screwdriver from my dad’s tool box. Once we got the chains back on, we took the bikes for a spin. It was the greatest day of our lives, at least until we got back to the house.” Hawk stood, running his hands through his hair, pacing the floor like he was about to explode with anger.

  “Hawk, it’s okay,” I said, standing to comfort him.

  Before I could touch him, he moved away to continue. “He was waiting for us in the garage. If we had just put everything back that we used, he wouldn’t have done what he did. When we got back to the house, he was standing in the garage, just waiting for us. Drew was off his bike first. My dad didn’t even give him a chance to put the kickstand down. Drew was thrown so far across the garage by my dad that when he landed I could hear his knee snap when he hit the concrete. Even though my dad was bigger than me, I went after him. All I could see was fire. My only regret was that I didn’t kill him then. If it wasn’t for the neighbor lady stopping over to see what was going on, I would have been in the same shape as my brother, if not worse. After he convinced the lady that everything was fine, he went inside the house and started on my mom.”

  “I’m so sorry, Hawk,” I said as I began to cry.

  “That’s not even the worst of it.” He started looking back at me. “After so many years of abuse, I was done. My dad wasn’t going to ever hurt us again. This scar reminds me every day what he did to me and my mom. I almost died the day he came after me. I should have stabbed him in the back with that knife instead of throwing it at him. You should have seen the look on his face when he pulled it out of his neck. He came after me with such vengeance, I thought for sure I was going to die. The way he was holding that knife, he wanted me dead, only he didn’t finish the job. He only got a part of me. It was the last time he would ever hurt any of us again, or so I thought. I think he got scared. He ran out of the house so fast, and left me and my mom there, me bleeding half to death and her beaten.”

  “What happened to him, Hawk?”

  “He finally got what he had coming to him. He came back to the house about a week later, drunk off his ass. I was in my bedroom when I heard him arguing with my mom. I prayed that he would just leave, but he didn’t. When I heard the sound of glass breaking, I knew something happened. My mom finally defended herself, after all this time, only it was too late. There was blood everywhere. I couldn’t even recognize her face. She wasn’t moving. I was so angry. Why did she let him beat her? I did the only thing I could. I took a piece of glass that was laying on the kitchen floor and went after him to finish this once and for all. My clothes were covered in his blood. The next day I left for the service and never looked back. For years I hid what really happened that day. He’s where he should be, at the bottom of Boomer Lake. You’re the only person I have ever told. Even my brother Drew doesn’t know. As far as he knows, the bastard took off.”

  ~****~

  Hawk

  As strong as I was all these years, the truth finally took hold of me. I fell to my knees and broke down. All the demons from my past were finally set free. My sweet angel was right there to help me keep them away. Kneeling beside me, she lifted my head and kissed me tenderly and with so much passion that my heart finally knew what true love was.

  Picking her up and carrying her to the bed, I began worshiping my angel. The feel of her body beneath mine was how I wanted it to always be. Raising her hands above her head, I kissed her lips. Holding on to her wrists with one hand, I lowered the strap of her bra and gently placed a kiss on her shoulder. By lowering her strap, her taut nipple was exposed, waiting for me to consume it. Placing my month over the hard bud, I used my tongue to make circular movements around the peak before taking it fully between my lips, licking and sucking it gently. As I continue my assault on her nipple, I lowered my free hand down her silky skin and lowered the zipper on her jeans. The minute her bottom came off the bed, I was able to push them all the way down her legs and completely off her.

  My hand found its place between her legs, where I could feel the wetness. Her warmth was all I needed to make my cock spring to life. Freeing her hands, I towered above her and removed the last of my clothes. She looked like heaven with her beautiful body ringed in white silk. Placing my hands on her hips, I lowered her soaked panties and took in her scent. Everything about her was perfect. With my body between her legs, I pushed them wider and began to consume her. I could hear the small moans of pleasure escape, letting me know just how muc
h she was enjoying my play. Her enjoyment was nowhere near what she was doing to my cock. As badly as I wanted to enter her, I needed to taste her first. Slipping my tongue inside her vagina, I knew that this was indeed heaven. He juices began coating my tongue as the first blast of ecstasy filled my senses. Lapping up her juices, I moved up to her clit, where I found it swollen and ready for me. Circling and sucking, her body began to react as her back lifted from the bed. Lifting to my knees, I pulled her body closer and continue my assault on her wet pussy.

  With another lap of my tongue on her clit, I placed my finger inside her tight channel, sending her reeling with another orgasm. When her cry for more sounded, I knew it was my turn. “Hawk, I need you inside me.”

  “What’s the magic word, baby?” I asked

  “Please,” she begged.

  Unable to tame down my own desire for this woman, I positioned my cock to her entrance and inched my way inside her wet pussy. The feel of her wrapped tight around my cock was a feeling like no other. I just wanted to plunge deeper and deeper inside her. I knew that I would need to take it slow. The best thing for me was enjoying every thrust as she pulled me further and further inside. Lowering my body over hers. I placed my head in the nape of her neck and breathed in her scent. With a whispered groan, I said, “I love Isabelle Moraco.” My control left and my seed spilled inside her.

  Never would there be another woman for me. I found my heaven. My princess. My Isabelle.

  About the Author

  My passion for writing began a little over two years ago when I retired from a nine to five job. Even though I enjoyed working, I wanted something different. It was then that I decided that I wanted to write. Romance and passion is a topic that everyone desires in life, and it is for that reason I decided to write Erotic romances. Finding my niche as a romance writer has not only filled my heart, but also has kept me young. When I'm not writing, I like to spend time outside taking long walks and sipping wine under the stars.

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