Secret Baby at Camp (Camp Hardwood 4)

“Hawk,” I whisper, and he’s in front of me before I can get it out. He surprises me when he falls to the floor in front of me, onto his knees.

“I want to see, muñeca.”

I don’t know what he means but he goes for my shorts and pulls them off of me. There is no reason to fight him because I know he’ll win. And if I’m honest I think we both know when it comes to my body it belongs to him. It always has.

He spreads my legs with his hands as he brings me to the end of the bed. “They said there was spotting.”

I look down at him and realize that’s how he found me. He must have checked the hospital, but that didn’t matter either. If Hawk was looking for me he was going to find me at some point. The man can hunt anything down and I knew I could only stay hidden for so long. I just wonder if he’s looking for me because my father paid him to. I can only surmise he’s acting on my father’s orders, because Hawk left me in that hotel room to begin with. If he wanted me he’d have been there the next morning because I waited for him to come back. I always felt alone before, but in that moment in the hotel room, it was an awakening. I didn’t want to be alone anymore and I was going to go make a home somewhere else.

I reach out to touch his short hair and remember how good he felt under my touch. I dreamed that one day he’d be my home, but I knew deep down it wasn’t possible. My father would never allow it, and who knew what Hawk wanted? He never spoke of other women and he didn’t wear a ring. I never saw him with any of the random women who would come and go through the back door of our house.

I thought he was different from the rest of my father’s hired men. I swear I could feel it in my soul that he was good.

“Answer me, muñeca.” I think he means to speak harshly but I don’t miss the crack in his voice.

“It’s normal. I’m just low on iron,” I tell him. “Please don’t take me back there.” I move my hand away but Hawk catches it. He brings the palm to his mouth and kisses me there. It’s so soft and gentle my heart squeezes.

“I’m not taking you back to your father.” His hands grab the edge of my panties. The simple white cotton is no match for Hawk as he rips it and stares down at me. “Muñeca, are you bare?” he asks.

“I shaved it for you that time—” I cut myself off, knowing I shouldn’t give him all the power. “I like it this way.”

“Yes. It shows me all of you.” I try to close my legs, but his broad shoulders stop me. My clit is pulsing with a need I don’t want.

“Lift your shirt and show me my son.”

“How do you know the sex?” I glare at him. I only just found out at the hospital.

“I know everything about you.” He lifts my shirt himself, resting it on top of my bump so it won’t fall back down. “He’s big already.”

“His dad must be a big guy. That helps me narrow down who the father might be,” I spit out, and Hawk is on his feet in a second. He pushes me down into the bed, hovering over my body.

“That mouth of yours.”

“Maybe if I used my mouth more I wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Hawk’s face turns deadly but I feel no fear. We both know I’m running my mouth because I can’t help myself and it’s worse when I’m upset. My stupid eyes fill with tears and Hawk’s whole face changes in an instant.

“I deserved that. I’ll let that one go, muñeca, but don’t speak of other men touching you again. I don’t care if it’s made up or not.”

I nod as one of the tears escapes and he leans down, kissing it.

“How can you be so mean and sweet?” I whisper. I don’t know if I want to wrap my body around him or push him away.

“You bring out the sweet. You also have a way of bringing out other things.” He closes his eyes as he drops down more and buries his face in my neck. He’s careful not to put any weight on my belly and I hate how much I love that.

“I miss the smell of you,” he moans, running his nose along my neck.

I’ve missed everything about him. There wasn’t a second that went by that I haven’t wished things had been different.

“I don’t know why you're here if you’re not taking me back to my father.” He lifts his head to look down at me. “But please don’t hurt anyone here. They’ve taken care of me. They gave me a home.” Before he can respond, Hawk is on his feet and the door to my cabin is swinging open.