Edge of the Heat 7 (2 page)

As they pushed through the doors they saw they weren't the only ones to have the idea to head outside. The large balcony stretched off into the moonlight, but just to the left of the doors a couple was kissing. The man had the woman pushed up against the wall with her hands pinned over her head. The throaty moans the woman was making left no doubt that she was there willingly.

Vivian looked away. "Awww, that's sweet," she whispered to Hawk, thinking maybe she would pull him away to a corner where they could do the same thing. She would love it if he pushed her up against the wall in a darkened corner, maybe hiked her dress up around her waist and—

But Hawk stopped short. "Get a room," he growled at the couple.

"Hawk," Vivian admonished, her hand on his arm.

"It's your brother," Hawk told her and Vivian looked closer. "Oh," she said laughing lightly.

JT and Dani hadn't shifted at all— they acted like they hadn't even heard Hawk.

Hawk took a step away from Vivian and took a deep breath. "MARINE, just what in the hell do you think you are doing?" he shouted in his best Army drill sergeant voice.

JT flew upright and backed away from Dani, his body straightening, his arms flying to his sides at the military stance of attention. Hawk threw back his head and laughed out loud as Vivian stifled a giggle.

JT looked around and saw Hawk and his face reddened in anger. He went for Hawk at a run, slinging an arm around his throat and pulling him to the ground. The two men grunted and wrestled on the ground in their expensive suits. Dani smoothed her hair and dress, then joined Vivian, carefully stepping around the guys.

"Sorry Viv," she said breathlessly. "We haven't seen each other in three weeks. I just flew in from Indonesia. My station had me covering a story on the hostages there."

Vivian patted her hand. "I know Dani, I don't mind. I think it's sweet."

She watched her brother and her husband roll over each other on the ground like puppies and wondered how long it would be before she could get her man out of here and home, into her bed.

Vivian climbed into Hawk's truck with some difficulty in her high heels, her growing belly throwing her weight off just a little bit. Then Hawk was there, steadying her, lifting her into the seat. Vivian settled in and smiled her thanks. He slammed the door and ran around, stepping into the driver's seat.

Hawk started the truck, the engine roaring to life, then turned to her, his dark eyes meeting hers expectantly. The contact sent a thrill down her spine, straight to her sex. She'd been wet and ready for him all night long. It seemed she was always ready for him these days, ever since she'd hit her twelfth week or so. She couldn't get enough of him. They were having sex three, sometimes four times a day and still it was all she could think about. She didn't have anyone to discuss it with—her adoptive mom had never been pregnant and none of her closest friends had been pregnant yet—but she hoped it was normal. And she hoped it would last. She felt like they were a brand new couple again. Her mind turned back to those few stolen days at her cabin in the Tetam woods, the elation she'd felt when he finally had admitted he liked her. And the ecstasy they'd shared exploring each other's bodies.

Hawk eyed her solicitously. "I know that look," he rasped, his voice vibrating low in his chest. Vivian shivered at the deliciousness of it.

"You do? What am I thinking?" she purred at him, loving this part of the dance.

"That you should put your seatbelt on so we can get home quicker," he told her.

"No," she said, scooting towards him, her eyes never leaving his. "Guess again."

His voice dropped an octave and his eyes blazed with fire. "That you want me to fuck you right here and make you scream my name."

Heat swirled in Vivian's veins. Her sex throbbed at his words. He knew her too well.

She reached him and turned her face to his without answering. She dropped her hand to his lap and found him erect and ready for her. Hawk kissed her hard, his hand twining in her hair and pulling her close. He pushed his hips forward, opening himself to her touch.

After a moment he pulled her back. He stared into her eyes. "I'd be happy to take you right here, babe," he said, glancing out into the parking lot, "But if your parents or any of their friends see us, just remember that you asked for it. We'll put some excitement into their lives."

Vivian groaned and scooted back to her side of the seat, then put her seatbelt on. "You're right, take me home," she admitted.

Hawk half-smiled and threw the truck in gear, doing as she asked. Vivian watched the muscles in his forearm bunch as he worked the stick shift and whimpered at the heat pooling in her belly.
God why did they ever have to leave the house? How could she be expected to look at him for even a minute and not tear his clothes off? He was nothing but walking man-candy.

Vivian reached over and lightly rested her hand on his lap, gently squeezing the only stick shift she wanted to touch tonight. Hawk sucked in a breath and glanced at her, a surprised glint in his eyes.

She grinned at him mischievously and squeezed harder, but only a little. She wanted them to make it home safely. Hawk stopped at a stoplight and she ran her hand up and down the length of him, then squeezed her prize harder, feeling gratified when Hawk dropped his head to the back of the seat and groaned out loud. She felt like she was sixteen and out with her boyfriend, barely able to keep from going at it in the middle of a crowded street. The light turned green and she let up again, then contemplated the wisdom of trying to go down on him at the next stop. She pushed the thought away. He'd never let her. She'd just keep doing what she was doing.

When they finally pulled into their own driveway, Vivian undid her seatbelt and scooted over to Hawk before he could even throw the big truck in park. She tugged at the snap at the top of his zipper before he could protest and had her mouth around his cock in an instant. The silky softness off the head of his cock made her whimper in satisfaction.

"God, Vivian," Hawk breathed as he stopped the truck and twisted the keys in the ignition, shutting down the engine. "When did you become such a sex kitten?"

"When I married the hottest man on the planet," she said, then clamped her mouth around his cock again. She could feel herself throbbing and dripping under her clothes. No matter, Hawk would take care of her, he always did. She was right where she wanted to be.

Hawk barked out a laugh. "If this is how you are pregnant, we may have to have twenty kids," he forced out, his head thrown back against the seat, his hands threading in her hair.

Vivian smiled and lost her place for a moment. She would love that. Then she returned her focus to her man. She pulled back and licked the head of his cock lightly, then dropped her head again taking all of him into her mouth, earning herself a tortured groan from him.

"Babe, it's too good. I'm gonna come," he said weakly, pulling at her. Vivian wanted him to come. She wasn't about to miss it. She ignored his hands and doubled her efforts, teasing every bit of pleasure out of him that she could with her mouth. Hawk made a low, dark noise in the back of his throat and she felt his release begin. She rode it with her mouth, loving every twitch, every spasm, every sex-noise he made.

When he was done, she felt him relax on the seat. She lifted herself, glad their closest neighbor was not close enough to have seen any of that in the moonlight. Hawk pulled himself together and looked at her like she had been naughty. She licked her lips and grinned back at him. He pressed himself forward and kissed her, reaching under her skirt, his hand skimming her thigh, all the way up to her sex. He pushed her underwear aside and touched her lightly, causing sensation to shoot through her. "You're soaking wet," he murmured into her mouth.

Vivian leaned back on the seat and thrust her hips at him. She wanted him to take her inside and ravish her so completely she forgot her own name, but she also wanted to stay right here. She was so close. All he needed to do was ...

Hawk rolled his fingers, then glided them up her clit, exquisitely slow and lightly. God, he knew what she liked. His talented fingers slid back down, ever so slightly and she exploded, her orgasm taking her by surprise. Vivian stiffened as the intense waves of sensation coiled through her. She threw back her head and cried out, unable to stop herself. Hawk played her with his fingers, lightly sliding and gliding until she went limp, losing herself in the bliss of her release.

Hawk pulled away from her and she felt the loss of his heat. She heard his door open, but she kept her eyes closed, enjoying the last waves of sensation that traveled through her. He opened her door swiftly and picked her up, pulling her out of the big truck as if she weighed nothing. Vivian put her head on his shoulder and sighed. She loved his strength. She hoped she didn't gain so much weight in the pregnancy that he wouldn't be able to carry her anymore. She opened her eyes and looked up into his strong face.

He approached their front door and she dug in her bag for the keys, giggling as he crouched so she could reach the lock. He swept them over the threshold and she relaxed into his hold.

"Where to?" he asked.

"The bedroom," she responded at once and he raised one eyebrow at her, making her laugh. "Is that OK?" she asked.

"Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets," he said, taking her through their lovely house that she adored so much, down the long hallway, to the last door on the left. He deposited her gently on the bed and stood back, watching her like a panther on the hunt. Vivian stood and pulled her dress over her head in one motion. She watched her husband's eyes follow her every move as she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. She'd been nervous as her body had filled out, her breasts getting heavier, her belly curving outwards, not knowing how Hawk would react to the changes, but she needn't have worried. She could read the lust clearly in his eyes. He wanted her as much now as he ever had.

Vivian brought the ends of her bra to the front of her body, slowly, her eyes locked on her husband. His gaze was riveted on her skin, like he'd never seen breasts before. She pulled the bra away from her body and dropped it on the ground, then ran her hands up her body, starting at her hips, all the way to her breasts. He knew her so well, and she knew him too. If there was anything that made him hot it was watching her touch herself. Vivian lightly brushed her hands over her nipples, shivering at the intensity of his gaze. She grazed her palms back down over her hips and hooked her thumbs in her underwear, then stepped out of them, feeling him drink her in. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her side, waiting for him. She heard his belt unbuckle and his pants drop to the ground. Within an instant he was next to her, his hard length already nudging her backside.

Vivian whimpered lightly as his work-roughened hands finally slid up her bare skin. She had wanted this all night. He spooned her, and kissed the back of her neck, brushing away her hair, then pulling it lightly, just enough to let her know who was in charge.

Vivian let Hawk pull her head back, melting under his touches. His soft kisses trailed a path down her back, stirring her desire, awakening fresh need in her. She throbbed and groaned in passion, pushing herself backwards towards him.

Hawk didn't make her wait long, he entered her from behind in one fluid motion that left her gasping. Vivian uttered a long, floating sigh. "Yes, Hawk, yes," she whispered as he shifted inside her and began a steady, tumultuous rhythm that sent her towards her silky edge.

"You're mine, Vivian," he growled, and Vivian nodded eagerly, her hair bouncing on the pillow and around his face. God, she loved his deep, throaty rasp when he was inside her. She loved his possessiveness and protectiveness and everything masculine and male about him. She
was
his. She belonged to him utterly.

Hawk entwined one hand in her hair and one hand on her hip, then pulled her back to meet him, hard. Vivian bit back the scream that wanted to erupt. If he thought he was hurting her he would stop. She never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to fuck her to sleep then eat her for breakfast. Vivian felt another orgasm building inside her and she let it come. Thick pulses of pleasure spiraled out of her center. A soft noise of release escaped her throat.

"Come for me, Viv," Hawk whispered in her ear and she felt herself do just that. Hawk continued his long, rhythmic thrusts, each one intensifying her bliss until she couldn't take it anymore. Her thrill broke and cascaded through her as she cried out. As if he had been waiting for that moment, Hawk thrust harder inside her, then pulled her up onto her knees, continuing to take her from behind. Vivian yelped at this new development. She hadn't had any time to relax, to sink into her orgasm. Hawk continued to take her hard. "Come for me again, Viv."

Normally Vivian needed at least a few minutes recovery time and Hawk knew that. His single-minded attention and insistence were new. Maybe he knew something she didn't though, because she felt her thighs tensing and her inner walls clenching again. The building of pleasure already felt different, more intense—like she'd not been brought down to normal, instead she was already starting at a high level of pleasure and the peaks were about to get higher than they ever had.

Vivian moaned and held onto the sheets for dear life. Hawk worked her, sliding in and out of her hard, both hands on her hips. He pulled her backwards, hard, then reached one hand around her body, expertly finding her most sensitive spot and teasing it with familiarity. Vivian buried her face in the bed and cried out, pleasure radiating out from her core in almost unbearable lengths. A new orgasm built inside her as all knowledge of who she was outside of this bedroom, outside of this partnership, was driven from her mind. In that moment, she existed only to receive and give pleasure. She existed only for her husband to touch, to enter, to take as he saw fit.

Hawk moaned deep in his throat and thrust harder, even as he continued to slide his fingers lightly across her clit. Vivian squeezed her thighs together as her release built and then broke like water breaching a dam. Her face still buried in the bed, she screamed out her pleasure and her husband's name.