Warning Mature content ahead
Hawk Andrews (Edward Jones)
My habit of sleeping naked was still very much alive. I was about to strip off my last piece of clothe, which is my briefs. A loud knock sounded on my door, making me stop. Tomorrow has been dedicated for Juliet’s burial.
I opened the door widely to find Mary at the door. She looked scared and it seems like she has been crying. I pulled her inside and closed the door back. I led her to my bed and turned the lights off.
“Are you okay? Have you been crying?” I asked, cupping her cheeks. Her hands touched my chest but I clapsed it in my large hands. They were cold, I rubbed my hands against hers trying to make her feel warm.
Juliet’s death came as a shock to everyone, because no one could fathom why she would stab herself with a broken glass.
“You should be asleep.” I whispered to Mary.
“Please,” She begged, shifting closer to me. I felt hot immediately, without thinking my mouth crushed on hers, consuming the echo of the word. Hard and rough, not in any way gentle. It was pure need. She shoved her fingers through my hair, fisting it into her hands.
It was like she didn’t give a damn that her half sister just died, she didn’t care that her family was still mourning Juliet’s death. It was labelled as suicide and the case has been closed, but no one has an idea why she would commit suicide. The police found no proof that she was murdered and that scares me a little bit. I am going to do my best to protect Mary if it happens that Juliet was actually murdered.
Her father was already in debts, he has a sick wife and he’s sick as well. I doubt Mary knows her father has prosopagnosia. It’s a disease, the old man can’t recognize faces as they all look the same to him, he can only recognise with voices and smell. He won’t have a choice than to give his daughter to me as a ransom for his debts.
Knowing Mary Davies is going to be mine, even when she finds out who I am makes me feel relieved. I was going to try my best to make sure she gets so addicted to me.
She didn’t spare any thoughts on the incident that happened today, she was focused on me, devouring my mouth like she was being starved. It is obvious she was trying to use me to forget her troubles. But through this process, she won’t be able to get me out of her mind. I will make sure of it.
My arms wrapped around her waist, hauling her tighter to me and surrounding her with my big frame, protecting her.
“Put your legs around me,” I whisper. She obeyed and immediately wrapped her legs around me.
A part of me wants to believe the pregnancy saga, she is the only one I could point out as the faceless pregnant girl. But it can’t be. Her mother told me she had a miscarriage, I was ready to take responsibilities despite the fact it was against my father’s wish. He believed the baby couldn’t be mine, even though I tried to make him believe I was the father of the child. He was only bent on getting me engaged to Taylor for his own gain. Only my dad and Mary’s mum knows about the possibility of me being responsible for the baby who is already gone now.
I was able to finally leave Beverly Dale after finding out I was an illegitimate child, a child of an ordinary mistress. Carol was my mother and she was my father’s first love before he got betrothed and married to Jessica’s mum.
Sometimes I still feel the guilt of using the name of a dead boy. Edward Jones was just a name I stole. I will be using the name till I make Mary Davies fall head over heels for me, she is going to be deeply in love with me. My engagement with Taylor has been fixed till after college, but it won’t be happening.
Carol has been helping me out in the little way she can even though her son, Xander whom she and my dad adopted to replace me when I was taken away from her was against everything she was doing for me.
I understand his pains, finding out he was adopted might be taking a lot of tolls on him. Xander has been cooperating, despite being kept in the dark concerning some secrets. He doesn’t act like he knows me in school, but I fear it won’t be for long.
“Touch me,” she pleaded unashamedly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Please touch me.” She cried out desperately, laying down on the bed.
I have always been the one who sought strength from her anytime I was weak. Now she needs me to do the same for her. She wants me to help her forget whatever was bothering her.
“Where do you want to be touched?” I asked, cupping her breast in my large hands. She whimpered softly, aching herself into me. She desperately tugged at the neckline of her nightgown, baring her voluptuous breast to me. I bent my head over her as I took a taut perky nipple into my mouth, I sucked and grazed my teeth on it. Together we got rid of the nightwear as she shook in my arms.
“Edward,” She moaned loudly, I wish she was moaning out Hawk instead.
“Do you want to do this?” I whispered, trailing kisses down her neck. I just needed a go ahead from her before I ravish her completely.
She suddenly pushed me down, but I probed my back against the pillow. She wrapped one of her hands around my neck, while the other hand crept into my black boxers brief. I bit my tongue hard as she pulled me free, rubbing her hands around my swollen head. Without hesitation, she wrapped both hands around my neck. She lifted herself up and sank down on me, until all of me was firmly inside her.
“Oh my goodness,” I whispered, lifting myself up with my elbow as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. I grabbed her hair and tucked it up as she began to grind me slowly, I drew back, raising my hip and began thrusting deeply into her, she cried out as I kept slamming into her over and over again, I paused a bit giving her the chance to grind slowly before I picked up my own pace. The slapping of skins filled the air as well as my grunts and her hoarse cries.
She suddenly erupted, shaking and seizing in my arms. The walls of her pussy clamped down on my cock as she came up and landed. I growled as a wave of pleasure hit me, she bucked her hips for a few seconds before she finally still against me.
She is mine and she will always be mine. She looks so fragile in my hands, and she was holding on to me as though I make her feel safe. That was literally fucked up, because I know I am the worst person for her to feel safe around. I am going to make it my priority to always make her feel safe around me.
I didn’t want to pull out of her but I did, she let out a whimper. But that only made me pull her closer into my arms.
“I promised to tell you a secret every night we are together and I am going to tell you one tonight.”
“I found out that the woman I used to think was my mother isn’t my birth mother.” I whispered into her ears.
She puts her arms around my waist and snuggled against me as if she was trying to comfort me.
She didn’t give a response, I wasn’t expecting one though. She had a long day already. She is probably sleepy.
This was a chance to make things right and better. I wasn’t sure about how to do this, but I don’t want to be the old Hawk. I am going to make use of this chance. This time around I won’t let the fear of Aunt Silvia haunt me, it’s time to let go and accept the fact I am bent not broken. Like Carol said, it’s okay to be weak.
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