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THIRTY-SEVEN

HAWK

“Oh, God. Hawk. Please,” Arden moans quietly as I suck her clit into my mouth, fluttering my tongue before letting it go with a pop. I chuckle darkly when she growls in frustration, slapping the swollen bundle of nerves with my fingertips and making her entire body jolt off the mattress. We tore off our clothes the moment we entered the room, and I’ve had my face between her legs, making her ride the edge for far longer than she’d probably like, ever since.

“Aww,” I mock. “So polite, but I’m having too much fun playing with this slutty cunt. Especially when Jacks isn’t here to save you.” Leaning forward again, I lick around her entrance, lapping up the wetness that’s dripping from how desperate she is.

“H-he would never d-do this to me,” she stammers. “I wish he was h-here.”

I lift my head, quirking a dubious brow. “Is that so, Princess? ” I spit his nickname for her, acting as though it’s the most juvenile thing in the world. “Why don’t you call him, then? Tell him I’m not letting you come.”

“I w-will,” she replies like a brat, trying her best to grind into my face. But I back away, refusing to let her have the friction she needs. She growls again, throwing her arm toward the nightstand and picking up her phone. I’ll admit I’m a little shocked—I didn’t think she’d actually do it. She wouldn’t want to risk him coming in here and getting busted before they’ve had a chance to talk to their parents, and we all know Arden is extra loud when she’s taking us both at the same time. I’m barely even keeping her quiet by myself right now.

I kiss and nip at the insides of her thighs as she dials, putting it on speakerphone and waiting for him to pick up. Several seconds later, his gravelly voice breaks through the air.

“Hey, baby. You okay?”

Jacks,” she whimpers. “I miss you.” I return to her center, wrapping my lips around her clit and adding just enough suction to elicit a breathy gasp. He clearly hears it, because the sound of rustling comes across the line, followed by his rushed demand.

“Turn the camera on, Arden.”

Her eyes go wide and her panicked gaze locks onto mine, but I just laugh against her soaked skin, giving her a look that says do it . She bites her lip, and I shove my tongue into her tight pussy, making another hurried moan escape from her throat. I can hear Jackson’s breath heaving as he waits for her to obey, but she’s too lost in the feeling of me licking along her walls to take action.

“Arden. Turn the motherfucking camera on.” His order is stern—unlike his usual way of speaking to her—and it gets her attention. She fumbles with the phone in her hand before finding the correct button and opening the camera so he can see. It must be front facing because she attempts to school her expression while I continue fucking her with my tongue.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her voice quiet and shaking as she swallows. I use my hands to spread her thighs wide, flicking against her tender flesh as she does her best to hide the fact that I’ve got her dangerously close to the edge.

“Show me,” he says, and if I didn’t know without a shadow of a doubt that it was him, I’d be questioning it by the danger in his tone. At first, I’m worried that he’s mad we’re in here doing stuff without him, but we’ve each spent time with her individually over the past few weeks, so I’m leaning more toward him just being worked up and desperate to watch her get off. But I have an even better idea—one that’ll make him feel like a part of this, even from the other end of the house.

I halt my motions, ripping the phone from her hand before she has a chance to protest. His face fills the screen, and I immediately notice the way his jaw is clenched tight, his green eyes impossibly dark as he glares at me like he’s ready to tear the walls off this place to get to her. “What do you want to see?”

“Her fucking pussy,” he says without hesitation. “I want to see how wet she is.” I flip the camera, focusing on the spot between her thighs before reaching forward and using my thumb and middle finger to spread her apart. I let him look for a few seconds before slowly sinking inside. The sound of her arousal adds to the effect, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I slowly slide in and out.

“What now?” I ask, waiting for his instruction. If he can’t be in here bringing her pleasure, I’ll do it for him…even if it means abandoning my normal tactics. Although, by the look on his face, I have a feeling we’re about to see a much more sinister side of Jackson than we’re used to.

“Rub her clit. Get her nice and worked up.” I pull my soaked finger from her body, using her wetness to massage in tight circles over her swollen, aching bundle of nerves. Doing my best to keep her face in the shot, I smirk as she quickly heads toward the summit again. He has no idea that I've already been torturing her for a while, so this may end a lot sooner than he's hoping for. Or maybe he'll take a page out of my book and stop me before she falls over.

“Jacks,” she moans, much louder than she should be saying his name right now. He knows it too, because his eyes go wide as he watches her writhe around against my hand. “Fuck, yes. So good.” Every word crescendos into a louder one, but I keep going, stroking her in a steady rhythm just like he told me to.

“Gag her,” he demands. At first, I think I heard him wrong, because he’s always so gentle and gives her a hundred opportunities to listen before looking to me to correct her. But this time, I guess he’s not taking any chances since the house isn’t empty. And I’m certainly not going to argue.

I abandon where I’m touching her, making her whine quietly as I back off the bed and walk toward the dresser. Opening the top drawer, I make sure all the options are in perfect view so he can choose. “Pick one,” I tell him.

“Which one will keep her quiet when she comes?” he asks, and I chuckle because he’s completely out of his element. He’s all about making her feel good and letting her get away with all kinds of shit. This is the first time he’s ever suggested any type of bondage on his own.

“Well, if it were me, I’d use this,” I say, picking up the roll of black gag tape. I’ve been dying to try it out with her, but in this situation, it doesn’t feel right. “But I know you wouldn’t want to hurt her, so how about a ball gag?” I reach down, plucking the pink silicone ball from where it lies and turning it so he can see. It's small enough that it won't cause a lot of strain on her jaw, but big enough to muffle any noises that might escape. The black leather strap is soft and pliable, making it the best choice for him.

“Okay,” he agrees, nodding. Closing the drawer, I return to the bed, where Arden is steadily rubbing her thighs together to ease the ache between them. I flip the camera again, propping it up on the nightstand so we’re both in the frame before wrapping my hand around the back of her head and lifting it from the pillow.

“Open up, Hellcat,” I say. She does, and I place the ball between her teeth, smoothing my hands around and fastening the buckle. She whimpers, and I press a gentle kiss to her cheek, looking back to my best friend. “Now what?”

His eyes darken. “Make her come,” he says. “And when she does, don’t stop.” I smirk, and he returns it as I slide down her body, settling my shoulders between her legs. Her pussy is glistening, and there’s wetness smeared everywhere from the way she was grinding against herself. Her flesh is swollen, and I know if he were here, he’d be tripping over himself to give her relief.

Not wasting another second, I lean forward, swiping my warm tongue along her slit from bottom to top. She moans quietly, the sound halted by the ball in her mouth as I pull her clit between my lips and suck in quick pulses. Her hips immediately begin to lift from the bed, so I flatten a hand over her stomach to hold her down as I eat her like I’m dying of starvation and she’s the only sustenance for miles.

“There you go, Princess,” he says. “I wish I was in there tasting you right now instead of jerking off to the sight. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Mmm,” she hums, her eyes fluttering closed and her muscles becoming more tense by the second. She’s clearly nearing the edge of her orgasm, so I sink two fingers inside, filling her as deep as I can from this angle. Her inner walls grip onto me immediately as I curl them against her G-spot, flicking my tongue over her clit.

“Come for me, Arden,” he orders, and that’s all it takes for her to detonate. The first splash against my face catches me off-guard, but I only falter for a second before I realize what’s happening. Pushing up to my knees, I fuck into her with my fingers as quickly as I can, watching as her back bows from the bed and involuntary convulsions rack her entire body.

“Oh, shit,” Jackson groans. “Is she squirting?”

“Fuck yeah, she is. What a good slut,” I purr, continuing my movements as she soaks everything around us. Her muffled sobs of pleasure are like music to my ears. “Look at that gorgeous cunt crying for us.” I'm in awe of her beauty as euphoria overtakes her, giving everything I have while she rides out the most intense orgasm I've ever seen in my life. It's so mesmerizing that I don't even realize she's overstimulated until her feet start kicking against the mattress and she begins to squirm away.

I slowly pull my fingers from her, and she relaxes, her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath. She seems to be getting plenty of oxygen with every inhale, so I leave the gag where it is since I'm nowhere done with her, and she’s only going to get louder. Jackson told me not to stop after she came, and since I'm a sadistic son of a bitch, I’m absolutely on board with that plan.

She’s still completely inert as I crawl up her body, giving no warning before thrusting my hard, weeping cock into her soft pussy. Her eyes open wide, and she whines against the ball when I bottom out, clenching my teeth so I don’t come early with how tight and wet she is.

“Be my special girl, baby,” Jacks says, spitting into his hand before the sound of him stroking fills the air around us. “Give me one more.”

“Oh, you’ll get it,” I grit out. “She’s going to come so pretty for you.” Pulling back, I drive forward, feeding her every inch over and over as she trembles beneath me. Her big brown eyes burn into mine, and even though I’m taking her so roughly, my heart squeezes in my chest at the love behind them. She never questions the things we do—she just trusts that we’ll always take care of her and, even through pain, give her the most mind-bending pleasure.

“She’s getting close,” I tell him when her walls begin to close in around me, making black dance around the edges of my vision. “What do you want me to do?”

I continue pounding into her, the skin-on-skin friction of his fist passing over his cock getting louder and faster as the seconds tick by. Arden looks beautiful as she takes everything we’re giving, drool slipping from the sides of her mouth and slowly crawling down her cheeks. My balls are so fucking tight with the need to release, but I refuse to go before they do, so I need his words. “Jacks,” I bark, finally breaking the spell he’s under.

“Rub her clit,” he chokes out. “Make her fucking shatter for me.” I follow his instruction, snaking a hand between us and using my thumb to work her over. The hardened bud pulses under my touch and her thighs clamp against my hips, shaking uncontrollably as I fuck her in long, rough strokes. She’s so tight, her inner walls tug at the piercing under my head each time I retreat, and I honestly don’t know how I’ve lasted this long with the way she’s taking me like she was made just for this. For us .

“You can do it, Princess,” he rasps. “Let go for me. I want us to come together.”

She mumbles his name into the gag, her eyes rolling back as I hammer into her one last time, catapulting her into ecstasy. Her cunt pulses against my cock, and by some fucking miracle, I’m able to hold back as the waves wash over her, her sweet little body surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure before she finally floats back to reality. I vaguely hear the sound of Jackson groaning out his own orgasm, and I look up to see him slumping back against his pillow when he’s completely spent. I slow my hips just enough to reach around and undo the buckle on the gag, pulling it away as she darts her pink tongue out to wet her lips.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, lowering so my mouth is hovering over her ear. “But I still need to bust in this perfect pussy. And you’re going to lie there and accept every single drop.”

“Mhmm,” she moans quietly as I continue, moving slowly as electricity begins to spark to life in my core, dancing throughout my body until I feel like I’m being zapped all over. Even though I usually get off from fucking her roughly, I want a deeper connection right now. Maybe it’s the fact that Jacks is watching, trusting me to take care of her, and I don’t want to let him down. Or maybe it’s hitting me that I’ll go to any lengths necessary to make this thing work, even if it means stepping out of my own comfort zone to be what they need. Either way, I want them to see the ways they’ve changed me for the better. I’m no longer the closed-off, broken boy who couldn’t offer more than his body for a short time before running away. He’s gone, and in his place is a man who knows how to love and who’s excited for whatever tomorrow holds.

“Fuck,” I breathe, picking up speed as I pump in and out of her. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy. So full, baby. So. Fucking. Full. ” I punctuate each word with a deep stroke, finally exploding on the last one. Scorching hot satisfaction flows through my veins like lava, and I tremble uncontrollably while I unload. She moans, her mouth dropping open as short, sharp exhales leave her lungs in sync with the pulsing of my cock inside her. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and fusing my lips to hers in a kiss so passionate; it says more than I ever could, even with all the breakthroughs I’ve made. I love this woman with everything I have, and the gift she gives Jacks and me, day after day, simply by waking up as ours, is something I’ll never feel worthy of.

“I love you,” I say, the rush of my orgasm fading slowly as I press my chest to hers, feeling our hearts pound against one another wildly. She hums contentedly, her rich, chocolate-colored eyes fluttering open until they lock onto mine.

“I love you,” she whispers with a smile, turning to where Jackson is still propped up on the nightstand. I was so lost in Arden that I almost forgot he was here. “And I love you.”

“I love you more than anything,” he replies, a tired grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Always have.” His gaze slides over to me. “I know you’re a heathen and you’d leave her dripping all night, but she needs to be cleaned up.”

“Or I could clean myself,” she sasses. “The dick is good, but it’s not so amazing that I can’t properly function afterward.”

“Ouch,” I mumble. “Could’ve done without that, Hellcat.” Jacks barks a laugh as I kiss the tip of her nose, pushing off the bed and heading to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. He’s right. I would leave her dripping—at least for a little while—because I love the thought of knowing I’ve marked her in that way. But I’m the only one here to take care of her, so I’ll do my best to give her everything she needs.

Returning to where she’s curled up with the phone in front of her, I carefully wipe away the remnants of our releases, listening in as they talk.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you still wear that old ass chain?” she asks, nodding at the gold rope that rests against his bare collarbone. “It’s not even the right number.”

He smirks, wrapping his fist around the charm like I’ve seen him do a million times. “You never asked.” He shrugs. “And yes , it is the right number.”

“You were sixteen when I bought it a million years ago. Now you’re twenty-six. You obviously had to change jersey numbers, so why not get a new chain?”

I chuckle, because he didn’t have to do anything. His high school number was available when we were drafted. It was never an issue of being forced to pick a new one. He made that choice on his own.

“You’re right. I was number sixteen. And you were number ten.” I slide into bed beside her, looking over her shoulder at the screen while he waits for everything to click in her head. It takes a few beats, but she catches on, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she realizes the meaning behind his decision to not only wear the new number, but also why the necklace she gave him all those years ago has been with him through it all.

“You took me with you,” she whispers softly. “Sixteen plus ten. It’s us.”

“Clever girl,” he replies with a smile. “I had to put space between us because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. I’m sorry for that. But you were always with me, Princess. Right next to my heart the entire time.”

She sniffles, batting at the tears that fall down her cheek. I do my best to comfort her, wrapping her in my arms tightly while they look at each other like this, right here, is the only thing that matters. Like, no matter what happens, or where life takes us, the love we feel in this moment will stay right at the top of those memories that made us who we are.

We stay awake a while longer, him murmuring gentle affirmations as I run my fingers through her hair. Eventually, her breathing evens out, and her adorable snores fill the quiet room, telling us that she’s finally drifted off. I should hang up her phone, but it feels wrong to separate them, even if it’s only until the sun comes up. So, I don’t. I just close my eyes and fall asleep, hoping that whatever happens at the end of their parents’ trip, they’ll never have to spend another night hiding the way they feel from the world.