Page 16 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

CLAY

“There she is! Look!!” Marleigh exclaimed as she pointed.

My chest was practically bursting with pride as I watched my daughter march alongside her crew, carrying her team’s flag as they entered the arena with the rest of the US athletes.

Kat had spent her high school and collegiate years busting her ass to get here.

She’d made the varsity sweep-rowing crew as a freshman, and they’d won most of their competitions.

The year she graduated, she and a few of her college crewmates had qualified to compete in the World Rowing Championships, where their team had taken the gold, earning themselves a spot in the summer Olympics.

“Kat!!” Elyse, Gideon, and Benson all screamed her name, but it was too loud and busy for her to hear her siblings. However, she knew approximately where our seats were located, and when she was walking in front of us, she tapped two fingers over her heart and grinned.

The gesture was something I’d started when we brought Kat to my first football game. I always did it as I ran onto the field, telling my family that they were my heart and soul. Seeing my daughter doing it now, at the Olympics, was surreal.

Hours later, when the opening ceremony was over, we were exhausted, so we went back to our hotel and ordered room service, before I sent the other three kids into the connecting suite. “You all better be in your rooms when I check on you later,” I growled, before shutting and locking the door.

Marleigh was standing out on our balcony, and I padded over to join her. I slipped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on the top of her head.

She sighed and leaned back, cuddling into me. “I can’t believe how grown up my babies are. When Elyse graduates next year, we’ll be empty nesters.”

“I’ll miss them too,” I said softly as I gently turned her to face me and then placed a tender kiss on her lips. When I lifted my head, I grinned and tightened my arms. “But just think…I’ll be able to make you scream as loud and as often as I want.”

Marleigh shook her head in mock exasperation but ended up dissolving into giggles. She winked and sassed, “I guess I wouldn’t mind if you walked around naked…as long as the curtains are closed.”

“Same,” I grunted as images assaulted my mind. Just like that, my already semi-hard cock was at full attention, imagining my sexy as fuck wife wandering around the house naked. “I’ll never get anything done,” I grunted. “I’ll be too busy fucking you.”

Marleigh’s breath hitched, and her eyes darkened while her tongue ran along her bottom lip, making me ache to nibble on it.

With a wicked smile, I backed up until we were inside the room, then closed the sliding glass door. “I think we should practice.”

“Walking around naked?” she asked breathlessly as I whipped off her shirt.

“Yup,” I mumbled, working on her bra next. “And the fucking.”

“Have we gotten rusty?” she quipped, making me chuckle as her tits sprang free. I bent down and placed a kiss on each of her rosy nipples, then continued undressing her.

“Absolutely not,” I answered honestly. Our sex life hadn’t dulled even the tiniest bit since I popped her cherry. And every time I was inside her, I still marveled that she was mine. “But it couldn’t hurt to work on a plan.”

“A plan?”

Now that she was naked, I quickly stripped, then tugged her against me, groaning at the sizzling contact of our naked bodies.

“I intend to fuck you in each room and on every surface of our house. From now until Elyse moves out, I’ll be figuring out just how and when to put my plan into action.

” I winked at her before grasping her hips and tossing her on the bed.

“You are a man of action,” she teased. But her words melted into a moan of bliss as I settled myself on top of her, snuggling my long, hard shaft into the apex of her thighs.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I mumbled as I lowered my head to suck a stiff peak into my mouth.

“And words,” she gasped, arching her back.

I grinned as I switched to the other side. Yeah, my girl loved my dirty mouth almost as much as she loved my cock.

“Can you be quiet while I eat your sweet pussy?”

Her gaze was slightly unfocused as she bit her lip and nodded.

I kissed her lips, then slid down her body, separating her legs so I could settle on my stomach between them.

By the way my body reacted to that first lick, it seemed as though I hadn’t tasted her in a long time.

But I’d devoured her pussy in the shower that morning, she was just that addicting and delicious.

When I speared my tongue into her channel, she cried out before slapping her hands over her mouth.

“Gotta stay quiet, baby. Or I won’t be able to make you come on my tongue, or fill you with my big dick and fuck you senseless.”

Marleigh reached out blindly searching the bed beside her until she felt a pillow. Then she snatched it and shoved it over her face before widening her legs and bucking her pelvis.

“Good girl,” I praised. “I don’t know how it's possible, but you just get sweeter the longer we’re together.”

I used my tongue, teeth, and fingers to manipulate her sex until she shattered, muffling her scream in the pillow. Then I glided my tongue over her damp skin as I crawled up her body.

“Your pussy was strangling my tongue, baby,” I rasped as I rocked my hips against her. “I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”

Marleigh removed the pillow from her face, and I stared down into her passion-glazed eyes. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she wiggled, making me groan. “You’re pretty sexy yourself.”

She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I pulled back, then slammed inside until I was buried to the hilt. I bit my cheek to hold back my satisfied shout, especially when Marleigh shoved her face in my neck and bit down to keep from making any noise.

“So damn tight,” I mumbled as I withdrew and swiftly thrust back in.

“Deep, Clay,” she moaned, squeezing her inner muscles so hard that spots danced before my eyes. “Go deep.”

I cupped her perfect tits and teased the tips with my thumbs as I moved in and out of her, making sure to bottom out every time. My mouth captured hers in a soul searing kiss, our tongues matching the movements of our hips.

Eventually, I had to come up for air, and I threw my head back as a deep groan wrenched from my chest. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Squeeze that pussy. Oh, fuck, yeah.”

“Clay,” Marleigh whimpered as she obeyed my order.

“I love you,” I rasped passionately.

“I love you, too, Clay.”

I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I pinched her nipples hard with my next thrust, filling her so full that my tip bumped her cervix.

Then I slipped a hand between us and plucked her clit as I doubled my efforts, slamming in and out, fighting against her tight grip and the ripples of her muscles as her orgasm approached.

After a few seconds, she shoved her face in my neck again, wrapping her arms around my torso and screaming as she fell apart.

The feel of her climax spasming in her channel sent me barreling right after her. I pressed my lips together to keep from bellowing her name as I came so hard my head was spinning.

After a few minutes, I collapsed on top of her, but immediately rolled onto my back, keeping her pressed tight against me. “Pool table,” I mumbled as I rubbed slow circles on her back while we both continued to pant, trying to catch our breath.

“What?” she whispered.

“We’ll do it like that on the pool table,” I told her, my lips curled up into a smirk.

Tears streamed down Marleigh’s face as she watched the presenter hang a silver medal around Kat’s neck.

I was so fucking proud of my girl, I had to blink back the moisture gathering in my own eyes.

I tucked Marleigh under one arm and Elyse under the other, kissing each of them on the tops of their heads.

Gideon and Benson stood next to us, beaming proudly at their sister.

When the ceremony was over, Gideon grinned at his mom.

“I can’t decide if Kat has done me a favor or screwed me over.

” We looked at him curiously and his smile just widened.

“Either she’s taken the pressure off of us so I feel no need to be an overachiever, or she’s made it so I’ll never live up to her. I’m leaning toward the former.”

I rolled my eyes, but Marleigh frowned. “I’m equally proud of all my kids, Gideon,” she said in a stern tone.

“Sure, Mom,” he teased with a wink. “Don’t worry, I have a plan to make sure that I end up the favorite without having to win an Olympic medal.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow and did my best to hold back my laughter.

“I’ll be the first one to give you grandkids,” he announced with a cocky smile.

“Not if I get there first,” Elyse argued.

“Sorry, baby girl,” I said gruffly. “That will never happen.”

Elyse rolled her eyes and stepped out from my arms to cross her over her chest. “Why not?”

“Because you’re never having…um…”—I just couldn’t say that word in the same thought as my daughter—“there is no way I’ll let any horny asshole near my girls.”

“Not all guys are horny jerks,” she protested. I winced at her use of the word horny. That was not something I wanted to hear out of my sweet little girl’s mouth.

Benson snorted. “I beg to differ.”

Elyse glared at him. “Because you are one?”

“Guilty.” Benson shrugged unrepentantly. “All guys my age want is to get in your pants. And Dad, GIdeon, and I would beat the shit out of anyone who tried that with you.”

I laughed at the mulish expression on all three of their faces and glanced down at my wife, who was staring up at me with exasperation.

“What?”

“You know that both your daughters have boyfriends, right?”

My vision turned red at the edges, but Marleigh distracted me when she pinched my arm. “Don’t even think about it, Clay. They’re both old enough, and I trust my girls to pick men who will treat them with the same love and respect that you treat me.”

It was hard to argue when she made rational points. However, when it came to my baby girls, I didn’t claim to be rational. Or fair. So, I let the girls go ahead of us as we left the stands and pulled my sons aside.

“Find out the names of your sisters’ boyfriends.”

Their grins were a little too evil, and I wondered briefly if I’d taken it too far by involving them. Then brushed the thought off because I would always do whatever it took to protect my women.

“Don’t worry, dad,” Gideon said as he patted me on the back. “We’ll take care of everything. Your hands will remain clean.”

Okay…yeah. I might have made a mistake.