“Tak.” Amara beamed at me again. “She has style.”
I didn’t bother correcting her butchery of the word ‘style,’ just peered at her. “Is she okay?”
Amara waved a hand. “She is pregnant. Lots of liquids in pregnancy.”
“Liquids?”
“In all holes.”
I shook my head in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”
She huffed. “You know. They pee a lot, vomeet a lot—”
Grimacing, I reached for my phone as Amara told me about how Kendra had started sobbing while the rest of the clubwhores clucked around her. She spoke with a lot of satisfied relish about the other woman’s misery—Amara had a distinct loathing for the club bunnies—as I texted my baby sister.
I figured I was being punished for some transgression in a past life that both my sister and woman were as bloodthirsty as they were.
Hawk: Amara just told me you were sick? You okay, sis?
Giulia: I’m fine.
Hawk: Sounds like it. Threatening to cut off a woman’s tit?
Giulia: A new high in the club.
Hawk: You sure you’re okay?
Giulia: I’m fine.
Hawk: Why were you sick?
Giulia: I’m pregnant.
Hawk: Did you learn how to puke on command?
Giulia: Maybe.
If anyone was capable of it, Giulia was.
Hawk: You know Kendra was talking bullshit, don’t you?
Giulia: Do I?
Hawk: Nyx ain’t got eyes for anyone but you, Giulia.
Giulia: I know that.
Hawk: Then why did you get so mad?
Giulia: Why are men the only ones allowed to stake a claim?
Hawk: So, this is you being a feminist?
Giulia: Exactly.
Hawk: Where’s Nyx?
Giulia: He had to go out.
Hawk: Need me to come around?
Giulia: What am I? Ten?
Hawk: Fine. Call me if you need me.
Giulia: I won’t need to. But thanks, Hawk. Xo
Knowing she really was okay, I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone away.
“She’s as insane as ever,” I grumbled, squeezing Amara’s butt who immediately rocked into me.
Because I was as whipped for her as Nyx was for my sister, my dick hardened almost instantly.
“I like her,” Amara chided as she pressed her lips to mine.
“Can we not talk about my sister?”
She laughed, and that fucking laugh gave my brain a boner.
It was wicked and pure and filled with delight and love and all kinds of shit that I never thought I’d have.
Amara might be… special.
But she was fucking mine.
All of her.
I nipped her bottom lip and shoved us both into a standing position so that I could walk us into the bedroom.
When she crossed her legs around my hips and tightened her ankles about my ass, I squeezed that perky butt and murmured, “You doing okay, little bird?”
“I am with you, no?”
I smirked. “You are.”
She pushed her forehead against mine. “I am lucky woman.”
“I’m lucky man,” I half-teased. Not because I didn’t mean the words, but because her broken English was infectious.
“You are, tak, but when Giulia threatened Kendra, I saw that I would be like her—” Jesus fuck. “I would spit fire at her and like Nyx, you would not stop me.”
My dick got uncomfortably hard.
Her smile told me she felt it too.
“I know you like it when I’m crazy even if you say you don’t.”
“It’s not that I like it—”
She rocked her hips.
I hissed under my breath.
“A part of you does.”
“Yes, well, that part has no brain.”
A cackle escaped her. “It does, it does. Smart part of body. I like your penis.”
I liked how she said peenus.
So did my cock.
Her watching Ukrainian shows and enjoying US shows with Ukrainian audio meant her accent was getting thicker.
Much like her butt.
Delicious.
Grumbling, I told her, “I prefer you not to get jealous because it isn’t necessary.”
“Is necessary—”
“Isn’t.” I grunted. “It isn’t. I’m not interested in another woman.”
I had enough to handle with her, and Quin shared the fucking load.
Amara, for one so slight, was a hell of a lot of woman.
It took both of us to keep her balanced.
Some men might consider that a chore; some men, however, were morons.
Quin and I knew we were the lucky ones.
She might be a fry short of a Happy Meal, but her heart was big. After what she’d endured, we were fortunate that it wasn’t a shriveled husk. Instead, we had a woman who’d kill for us, and who would love us until the day we died.
Quin also had a woman who’d put up with all the goddamn animals.
Saying that, he had douchebag over here who’d deal with them too. I was a fucking idiot for both of them.
When she nuzzled her face in my throat, nipping me there slightly, I tried not to groan but she knew all my hot spots now.
“Is good that you’re not interested in other women,” she growled, pressing a kiss to the place she’d nipped.
I tilted my face to the side and slid my tongue along the line of her jaw. When she shivered, I said, “It works both ways—”
“Of course,” was her stout reply, which she ruined by moaning breathily when I sucked on the join between neck and shoulder.
I twisted us around once I made it to the bedroom and carefully fell back onto the bed. She shrieked out a laugh but shoved some space between us as she loomed over me, her eyes gleaming with good humor.
“I love you, little bird,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the sinews in her throat. “You’re it for me.”
“I love you, my Hawk.” She bopped a kiss on the end of my nose. “I am lucky to have your love—”
“I consider myself the lucky one,” I rumbled as I let my hands move to her waist. “Now, you gonna kiss me or just torment me? That sweet pussy of yours is too far away from my cock.”
Something flickered in her eyes—Quin and I had agreed to limit our use of American profanity because it could trigger her all while trying to expose her to the words in a safe space—but she rocked her hips.
“I love your cock,” she said softly, slowly. Like she was tasting the word and wasn’t hating it.
“It loves your pussy,” I retorted with a laugh, adoring the random shit she came out with.
I let my hands slide up the length of her thighs, skimming the hem of her skirt higher up as I went. She rounded her spine and settled her elbows on either side of my ears, looming over me in a way that surrounded me in her scent.
Allspice.
Cinnamon.
God, she smelled like snickerdoodles, and I wanted to fucking glut on her.
I reached up and nipped her chin, testing the pad with my teeth before I let go.
In her eyes, a tempest brewed, and I inwardly groaned at the sight as she rasped, “Mine.”
I smirked. “Prove it.”
As she kissed me, she growled—her tongue immediately thrusting against mine as she took my declaration of war and deployed troops into the battle.