Dr. Stud

Hawk turns me around. “You are the only one for me, Parrish. The biggest mistake I ever made in my life was leaving you.”

He and grabs

my breasts with his strong hands, sending shivers through me. Then he unzips my jeans and pulls them down around my ankles, hastily reaching around my waist for my clit. He slips his fingers into my aching core, discovering that I’m already wet for him. As angry as I am for what he did, I know that I can never hate him. I’ve never hated him. My body needs his body like I need air to breathe. And now, I need him in me.

I bend over the stall door, resting my head on the ledge. Hawk is taken aback at the sudden gesture.

“Make me yours then,” I demand. “Forever.”

Hawk grabs my hips and positions himself behind me. I reach in between my legs and grab onto his fully hard and quivering cock, guiding him inside. My legs reposition themselves, opening wider to fit his girth. I hold on to the edges of the stall door as I begin moving back and forth on his cock, sliding him in and out of me, feeling every ridge of him inside me.

He leans over onto me, reaching his hand around my waist to tease my clit, stroking me almost forcefully as his thrusts begin to match my strokes. I respond by moving faster against him, but Hawk matches my pace easily. My breasts are bouncing wildly with every lunge, and the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoes throughout the stalls in response to our manic, nearly desperate, fucking. I feel my release rising inside of me as his cock hits the back of my passage, finding every sensitive spot along the way.

“Oh, Hawk!” I cry out as I arch myself forward in elation, rocking as I ride my orgasm on his manhood. Hawk’s thrusts become more rigid, and I know he’s finishing inside me, enjoying watching the pain from my heartbreak turn to pleasure.

I stand up, and his penis slips out from inside me. Hawk is glistening in sweat from the effort. I lean into his chest in exhaustion and trepidation, hoping I haven’t scared him away with my anger. If I have, I want to enjoy this one last embrace before I have to face saying goodbye once and for all.

“You are mine forever now, Parrish,” he whispers into my hair. “I will never lose you again.”

The last sense of anger melts away from me, and I begin to feel safe in his arms. He picks me up and carries me over to a pile of hay, then lays me down gently, before sitting down next to me. He brushes stray pieces of hay from my hair, and kisses away the sweat from my forehead.

“Do you believe me now, Parrish? Do you believe there is no other woman I want to be with in this world?” he whispers into my ear.

I feel a desperate cry settling in my chest. It’s a combination of pure love, and need, and fear. As I look into his eyes, I see my future, and for a moment, I can almost imagine letting go of the pain he caused me in the past. I can believe that he won’t hurt me again. I believe… that he loves me.

“Yes, yes Hawk. I believe you.”

As he holds me close against the chill in the air, I find comfort in the peace he is bringing me. If only for this moment, I find peace.

Chapter 20

Hawk

It’s been two weeks since the party, and Parrish and I still haven’t figured out how to tell my parents that we are, well, together. It’s pretty obvious to Anna and Carter, who have been teasing us relentlessly when we are out of ear shot of mom and dad. And I thought for a second the gig was up for sure when Simone’s article in Modern Architecture arrived. They’d devoted the cover story to the stable build, and then, when we opened up the story to read it, my name wasn’t mentioned anywhere. Not once. It was like I hadn’t even been here, despite the fact I designed the new stable. My dad read the story a dozen times, then looked at me like he was losing his mind.

“Hawk, I don’t understand. That reporter spent a galdurn month following you around like a puppy dog, and now… It’s like you didn’t even exist. What did you do to her?”

Parrish shot me daggers, and I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it was an oversight?”

“An oversight? You designed the damn building, Hawk! I’m going to call this editor right now,” dad said as he stood up with a grumble. Then Parrish looked panicked, and I started stumbling over excuses, when Anna cleared her throat with a smile.

“Hey, Dad, I thought about inviting Sid over for dinner this weekend. What do you think?”

At that moment, I could have thrown my arms around my sister and offered to give her all of the money in my bank account. The next hour was spent discussing whether or not Sid and Anna were serious, where their relationship was going, and why exactly he was coming over for dinner. It was just distracting enough for Parrish and I to escape unscathed.

But now, we are sitting at a family dinner, Mom and Dad are discussing plans for the holidays, when my dad looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Speaking of, son. Are you planning on just staying here until Christmas now? You don’t seem all that anxious to pack up and head back to California.”

I reach a hand down under the table and squeeze Parrish’s hand. My other hand is setting on the box in my jacket, the box that has been burning a hole in my pocket for a week. I look over at Anna, who rolls her eyes.

“Yes, Papa, I am pretty confident that Hawk isn’t going anywhere. Parrish, Hawk, would you like to tell them why? Or Carter and I can do it? Hell, Gracie probably could at this point. But for the love of all that is holy, will someone spill the beans and get it over with it?”

Mom looks across the table at us, completely confused. “Hawk? What is your sister talking about?”

Parrish and I both laugh nervously, before she clears her throat. “Sam. Candy. Hawk and I have something we need to tell you. Something kind of important.”

I squeeze her hand again. “Actually, Parrish. Do you mind if I take over?”