stuck to the back of my neck and shoulders. I stared at his chest and watched the water follow the grooves between his muscles as it fell down.
He grabbed a handful of soap and massaged it into my skin, rubbing my hips then my shoulders. His eyes never left mine, watching every reaction I made. “I’m not any different.”
I knew what he was referring to, and it had nothing to do with the shower. “No, you aren’t.”
His hands glided down my chest to my stomach. “I’ll always be this way—fucked up.”
“You aren’t fucked up, Hawke. You’re just angry. A lot of people are.”
“I want to hurt someone.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I box because I want to hurt someone.”
“But not me.”
He took a deep breath at my words. “No, never you.”
My hands moved up his arms, feeling the muscle underneath. “There’s only one person you want to hurt—and he’s not innocent. It’s okay to feel that way. I don’t think less of you.”
“You don’t think less of me when I’m on a rampage?”
“Never.” I kissed his chest.
“When my mom was in the hospital, he was there.” He mentioned this the night he left me but he never went into detail about it. It was the last conversation we had before he walked out. “Something inside me snapped. I attacked him and beat the shit out of him right in the hospital. It took five security guards to pull me off of him, and when they did, he was bloody. To this day, I wish I had a little more time. I could have snapped his neck and ended his life then and there.”
I knew he meant every word but that didn’t scare me. He wasn’t getting revenge for what happened to him. He was protecting his mom, someone weak and helpless.
“Why won’t she just leave?” His eyes glazed over like he was talking to himself rather than me. “She has enough money. She could even live with me if she wanted. If there’s anyone he’s afraid of, it’s me.”
“It’s out of your control. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”
“She doesn’t call me when she’s in trouble anymore. But I still worry that something bad is going to happen—and I won’t be there to stop it.”
I understood his need to protect his mom but he couldn’t stop living his life because of her. “You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I know this is easier said than done, but you have to let it go.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“I know.”
“I hope he dies.” The unmistakable conviction was in his voice. He wasn’t saying it just because he was angry. He meant every word. “I hope he falls and breaks his skull open.”
I wished for the same thing. “Don’t forget where you are. You’re here—with me.” I cupped his cheeks and looked him in the eye. “When it’s just us two, no one can touch us. No one can take our happiness away.”
He slowly came back to me, his eyes coming back to life. His grip on my hips loosened and his breathing returned to normal. The fury was slowly leaving his body, revealing the calm man underneath.
When the shadow passed from his eyes, I kissed him. “There’s my grizzly.”
His lips stretched into a slight smile before he kissed me again. “You always bring me back into the light.” His hands glided up my back, feeling the small muscles under the skin.
“And I always will.”
***
Hawke leaned against the headboard as I straddled his hips. He watched my every move as his chest expanded with uneven breaths.
I sat in his lap and felt his hard dick directly underneath me. The wetness from between my legs rubbed against his shaft, and I moved slightly to spread it across his dick.
A quiet moan escaped his lips and his hands moved to my thighs.
“No touching.” I grabbed his wrists and returned them to the bed.
His eyes narrowed in irritation. “Why not?”
“Because.”
His hands closed into fists.
I ran my fingertips up his stomach to his chest. When I reached his shoulders, I massaged them, feeling
He grabbed a handful of soap and massaged it into my skin, rubbing my hips then my shoulders. His eyes never left mine, watching every reaction I made. “I’m not any different.”
I knew what he was referring to, and it had nothing to do with the shower. “No, you aren’t.”
His hands glided down my chest to my stomach. “I’ll always be this way—fucked up.”
“You aren’t fucked up, Hawke. You’re just angry. A lot of people are.”
“I want to hurt someone.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I box because I want to hurt someone.”
“But not me.”
He took a deep breath at my words. “No, never you.”
My hands moved up his arms, feeling the muscle underneath. “There’s only one person you want to hurt—and he’s not innocent. It’s okay to feel that way. I don’t think less of you.”
“You don’t think less of me when I’m on a rampage?”
“Never.” I kissed his chest.
“When my mom was in the hospital, he was there.” He mentioned this the night he left me but he never went into detail about it. It was the last conversation we had before he walked out. “Something inside me snapped. I attacked him and beat the shit out of him right in the hospital. It took five security guards to pull me off of him, and when they did, he was bloody. To this day, I wish I had a little more time. I could have snapped his neck and ended his life then and there.”
I knew he meant every word but that didn’t scare me. He wasn’t getting revenge for what happened to him. He was protecting his mom, someone weak and helpless.
“Why won’t she just leave?” His eyes glazed over like he was talking to himself rather than me. “She has enough money. She could even live with me if she wanted. If there’s anyone he’s afraid of, it’s me.”
“It’s out of your control. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”
“She doesn’t call me when she’s in trouble anymore. But I still worry that something bad is going to happen—and I won’t be there to stop it.”
I understood his need to protect his mom but he couldn’t stop living his life because of her. “You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I know this is easier said than done, but you have to let it go.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“I know.”
“I hope he dies.” The unmistakable conviction was in his voice. He wasn’t saying it just because he was angry. He meant every word. “I hope he falls and breaks his skull open.”
I wished for the same thing. “Don’t forget where you are. You’re here—with me.” I cupped his cheeks and looked him in the eye. “When it’s just us two, no one can touch us. No one can take our happiness away.”
He slowly came back to me, his eyes coming back to life. His grip on my hips loosened and his breathing returned to normal. The fury was slowly leaving his body, revealing the calm man underneath.
When the shadow passed from his eyes, I kissed him. “There’s my grizzly.”
His lips stretched into a slight smile before he kissed me again. “You always bring me back into the light.” His hands glided up my back, feeling the small muscles under the skin.
“And I always will.”
***
Hawke leaned against the headboard as I straddled his hips. He watched my every move as his chest expanded with uneven breaths.
I sat in his lap and felt his hard dick directly underneath me. The wetness from between my legs rubbed against his shaft, and I moved slightly to spread it across his dick.
A quiet moan escaped his lips and his hands moved to my thighs.
“No touching.” I grabbed his wrists and returned them to the bed.
His eyes narrowed in irritation. “Why not?”
“Because.”
His hands closed into fists.
I ran my fingertips up his stomach to his chest. When I reached his shoulders, I massaged them, feeling
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