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hawke

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Waking up with Emmarys after years of dreaming about it feels even better than anything I could have imagined.

Waking up with my dick inside her was another level of ownership I didn’t know I needed, making her even more mine.

I had taken her once more in the night, slowly, making love to her, holding her, until we were both a sweaty stuck together mess.

She fell asleep again right after, and I hadn’t wanted to move either.

I would stay inside her all day if I could.

My alarm has other ideas though, and when I reach over to tap my phone, turning it off, Emmarys’s eyes pop open.

“What time is it?”

“Four,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I have to get ready for practice but then I can drop you off at your place on my way. You can get some more sleep before your morning class.”

She nods and snuggles deeper into my pillow. “Okay, maybe just a few more minutes of sleep then.”

I laugh lightly before shifting, not looking forward to the next part where I have to pull away and out of her body. “Sorry, sweets.”

She groans when my dick slips free and rolls onto her stomach.

Her stunning body is covered in only my sheet and the early morning light in the room makes her skin glow.

Fuck I’m happy she’s mine again. Standing from the bed, I can feel her eyes follow me around the room while I grab my shorts, some sweatpants and a shirt before hitting the shower.

I stop dead when she sits up suddenly, her hand covering her mouth with a gasp.

“Hawke.”

I move toward her, reaching for her outstretched hand. “What is it, sweetheart?”

She reaches past me, her fingers touching the inked skin on my side. “I saw the shape last night, but I didn't get to really see it. Hawke, those?—”

“Marigolds.”

“My birth month,” she breathes out, her fingers trailing lightly over the queen’s crown and the vines twined around it. “Oh my god.”

I know what else she’s seeing. A mural of our past. Pirate and Saint’s flags, the month we started dating in large, cursive letters mixed in and right at the center, a pink bow. For my girl who loves hockey and still loves pink. Her gaze lands lastly on the date going down my right rib cage.

“What does this mean?”

My throat bobs as I swallow, ready to give her another truth I’m not sure she's ready for, and knowing I need her to finally see how sure about her I have always been.

“The day I first saw you.”

Her face scrunches. “That was in September though.”

I shake my head slowly. “No, that was the first time I talked to you. I saw you long before that, Emmarys.”

Her brow rises. “Over a year before that. Why didn’t you talk to me before that?”

“You made me nervous. I don’t get nervous, Em, but with you…I wanted you the moment I saw you. Something clicked that you were mine.”

“Hawke.” Her lips are parted in awe and I hold completely still as she takes in the rest of the artwork. Little scattered snowflakes, for the night it snowed when I first told her I loved her. Her eyes finally lift to mine and there's a sheen of tears in hers.

My thumbs run under her eyes, wiping the tears that slip down, and my heart squeezes inside my chest. “Don’t cry, Emma.”

“But this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done. A little obsessive?—”

“I call it dedicated,” I interrupt her, tugging her hand so her body falls into mine. My arms wrapping around her waist.

“It's the sweetest. I know it's probably a little crazy to admit but I love them. I love that we’re etched into your skin and that you wear me proudly. Even when we weren’t together.” Her bottom lip quivers and I have to lean in and kiss her. Her tears are killing me.

“I needed them when I couldn’t be with you. It was how I stayed sane and kept my focus, so I could come back to you. Every drag of the needle in my skin was my penance for having to leave you, for hurting you,” I confide in her, and her body shudders in my grasp.

She pulls back, her hands gripping my neck. “Never again, right? We’re together.”

“Oh, we’re together, sugar. Forever. But I’ll probably still tattoo that on me too. I hope you write your wedding vows in that nice, cursive handwriting, so I can get them over my heart.” I smirk at her and finally she gives me a small laugh with a smile.

“Wedding vows?”

I nod, ducking down to be eye level with her while she kneels on my bed. “I meant what I said last night. This is the start of forever. You gave me your heart and your body and I won’t lose you ever again. For me that means graduation, the draft, careers, marriage and babies.”

A blush spreads across her cheeks. “Babies huh? Easy there, QB. I’m with you, but let's take one day at a time.”

It takes all I have in me not to press her back onto the mattress and show her how serious I am right now.

It can’t be that hard to take out a birth control implant.

If she's sleeping? I bet fucking Google would know how to do it. Slow down, I have to remind myself, so I don’t scare her away just yet.

I need her in love with me again, and preferably for us to be on the way out of college, the draft under my belt, before I really show Emmarys just how dedicated I am. For now…

“Yeah, Em. One day at a time.” I drop my lips to her forehead, hating the small lie, but in the long run, it won’t really matter.

She sighs in my hold, her arms tightening around my neck. The motion causes the sheet between us to fall and suddenly her very warm, very naked skin is pressed against mine. Her tight, little nipples rub against my chest and I groan at the contact.

“Hawke,” she gasps my name and the sound is low, dripping with need.

My self-control snaps and I let her slide down my body, back onto the bed, before throwing myself down as well. Taking her hand in mine, I guide her over my body, the other hand stroking my impatient dick.

“You’re so gorgeous, Em. I want you to ride me, sweetness.”

She inhales sharply, rubbing her hot little pussy over my shaft before lining the tip up with her entrance.

My head tilts back and her body arches as she drops all the way down my length.

I’ve been inside of her all night long, but she’s still so damn tight around me.

Her pussy, her body, her heart were made for me. I know it deep in my soul.

“Oh, Hawke. I need this,” she moans out loud, and my hands grip her waist so tight she’ll probably bruise.

“You’re so wet, so tight, so good, aren't you, Emmarys,” I purr before slamming up into her with a harsh thrust.

“Hawke,” she screams my name, her head falling back, while her nails dig into the skin on my chest, into the markings I have just for her.

I want this to be good for her; I want it to last forever, but I know we’re on a time crunch and after this orgasm, as well as the revelations I gave her, Emmarys is going to crash soon.

Slipping my hand to her front, my thumb circles her clit and her moans grow louder, her hips jerking at the contact while she bounces on my lap.

“You were made for me,” I growl, my body tensing under her, muscles flexing as I pump my hips higher, meeting her when she pushes down. “Your greedy little pussy grips me so good. You want my cum already, Emma?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her tits swaying with every thrust and grind. She's getting wetter, her movements sloppier from where her arousal is coating my dick. She’s close and I need her to come for me.

“Play with your tits,” I grit out, my jaw clenching and muscles shaking to hold back. I refuse to come until she does. “Play with yourself, sweets.”

I watch as her hands grip her breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples and my eyes feel heavier with lust. “That's it. So good for me. So mine.”

“Yes, yours,” she responds, panting.

“Let go, Em. I need you to come with me. I want to feel you coming around me,” I groan, my thrusts increasing.

I pinch her clit right as she starts grinding her pelvis against mine, and then I feel it.

Her inner muscles gripping me while she orgasms, ripping mine from me, and I finish inside her, buried deep.

We’re both panting when the last waves of pleasure fade. Emmarys’s body is draped over mine. Somewhere near the bathroom, my phone’s alarm goes off again, a reminder that we have to get moving.

She laughs in my hold and her face turns to mine, her lips dropping a kiss on my jaw. “You’re going to be late.”

“Nah.” I brush her hair back with my fingers. “I’ll be fine.”

I pick her up with me from the bed, swatting her ass while she giggles, and I take her into the shower with me.

Somehow we manage to get clean without going for another round.

I pull an extra toothbrush for her from the cabinet to use, and she finger combs her hair before borrowing a pair of my sweats and a sweatshirt.

I almost say screw it to practice and take her back to bed when I see her dressed in my clothes freshly showered with her lips puffy from our kisses.

Emmarys is the one in the end who manages to get us outside to my truck. She laughs at my grumpiness the whole way while I explain to her how we could have carved out a little more time.

“Nope. I need some rest, Hawke.” She gives my arm a squeeze while yawning and that is the only reason I commit to going to practice instead. My girl is tired, and even though I don’t want to be away from her, she needs more sleep.

Once I drop Emmarys off, I watch as she gets inside the building before heading to the practice field. I have a few minutes, so I stop and grab something to eat on the way over and notice a text from my brother. Clicking it open, my eyes scan the message.

FALCON: Checking in. Big Rig said your girl made quite the move yesterday.

ME: We’re together. Managed to get her over the need for a situationship.

FALCON: Happy for you, bro.

ME: Thanks. Is that all you needed? Just checking the campus gossip ;)

FALCON: No.

FALCON: Wanted to give you a heads-up that mom is wanting to visit. We’re planning to catch one of your games in the next few weeks. Want to catch your girl too ;)

ME: Back off from my girl.

FALCON: No promises.

ME: Being my brother won’t save you if you mess with her.

FALCON: Touchy.

FALCON: Anyways, see you soon big bro.

ME:

I’m not nervous for my family to visit. I know Falcon will welcome Emmarys with open arms. I wonder if my mom even remembers the girl I was forced to give up from Crimson Bay.

I'll have to prepare Emmarys, and hope she doesn’t see meeting my family again as a setback.

We’re moving forward and my grandfather no longer controls me.

This time, I don’t care who sees; I’ll gladly show my girl off and claim her just like she claimed me.