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she warns.

“I’m inside you, call me Orson, yeah?”

She presses her lips together and tries to wriggle out from my grasp, but I keep my hold on her firm. Shaking my head, I watch her, waiting to see what she’s going to say, how she’s going to explain what I saw, because there is no denying that I saw it with my own eyes.

“Orson,” she says, her tone still a warning.

Arching a brow, I continue to hold her, waiting. I’ll wait this shit out until I can get hard again, then I’ll fuck her until she tells me what she’s so goddamn scared about. She must see the determination in my gaze.

She lets out a sigh, then drops her head to my shoulder as she inhales a deep breath before releasing it and lifting her head, her eyes finding mine. The fear is gone, but there is something else there that I can’t quite read.

“I’m scared, Orson. I’m terrified. This world of yours, it scares me.”

Shaking my head once, my gaze doesn’t shift or move from hers, it stays connected to her own as I watch her, as I take her in, as I understand her fears.

“The world is ugly, honey. It won’t get better, it won’t get safer. Being with me is a risk. Being with anyone is a risk. You trust me, but you also have to trust me to keep you safe.”

“I didn’t feel safe,” she breathes. “Your world terrifies me.”

Nodding, I press my lips together before releasing them, but before I can say anything she speaks again and surprises the shit out of me.

“My world scared me too. Except, when I was living in that world, it didn’t matter if I survived it or not. I wasn’t living. Now I am and I’m terrified to lose you, to lose what we could have.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

She pulls me in a little closer, holding me against her body. Dipping my chin, my lips brush hers and I let out a grunt.

“You’re safe, Avah. You’re mine and you’re safe, swear that shit on my life.”

Chapter Forty

AVAH

Pressing my lips together, I tug the sheet up my chest as I watch Orson walk around the room completely naked and totally unbothered by that nakedness. He stops at the bathroom doorway, then looks back over his shoulder at me.

“You want a big wedding?” he asks.

My eyes widen as I watch him. Licking my lips, I tilt my head to the side. “Not particularly,” I murmur. “Why?”

His gaze travels down to my chest, then slowly lifts back up to meet mine. “Makin’ you my wife today. Startin’ on those babies tonight.”

Without another word, he turns from me and walks into the bathroom, leaving my mouth dropped open and my eyes wide as I watch. Then, after I hear the shower water turn on, I practically fly out of bed and run toward the bathroom.

Hawk is just stepping into the shower as I run into the steamy room. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t look back at me, just continues on his way. I follow behind him, hissing as soon as the warm water hits my still healing brand.

“Orson,” I whisper.

He turns around, his lips turned up and his white teeth showing beneath his dark beard.

“You can’t just throw that at me with no discussion.”

He doesn’t even skip a beat, not a single second passes before he bursts out laughing. “Did you expect one?” he asks through his laughter.

Tilting my head back, I look into his smiling eyes and I realize that I do want to marry him, today. There is no other man I would ever want to marry and even though this isn’t the wedding that I would have ever envisioned for myself, it’s not like I ever really thought about a wedding anyway.

I never really thought I would get married, but thinking about the big white dress, the party, the cake, I can’t help but want that. I shouldn’t though. Those kinds of things were never meant for me.

“Honey,” Hawk grunts.

Blinking, I look into his eyes. He grins down at me, but it’s not the humorous laugh that he had just a few moments before. It’s a soft gaze, almost something too soft for the likes of me. He dips his chin, his nose sliding alongside my own.

“Baby,” he rasps. “You want the wedding.”

“I don’t need it.”

He hums. “Shoulda known,” he mumbles. “Should have fuckin’ known.”

The words are harsh, but the way he says them, his tone is so soft and almost sweet as the water beats down around us.

“Orson,” I breathe.

“You’ll have your fuckin’ wedding, baby. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Just sooner before later, yeah? Want my babies planted inside of you.”

Lifting my hand, I place my palm against his chest as I lick the water droplets from my lips. “Orson, it’s okay, I don’t need it.”

“Avah,” he snaps before he leans in closer, lips touching mine. “You fuckin’ do. Giving you everything, honey, and that includes a fuckin’ party.”

His hands wrap around my waist and he picks me up, pressing my back against the shower wall. I moan the instant he shifts closer and I feel his hard length against my pussy. His lips press against mine, hard and owning.

Without a word, his mouth still on mine, he thrusts his hips and fills me in one quick move. Ripping my mouth from his, I let my head fall back against the hard tile behind me with a moan. He pulls out of me, his fingers gripping my waist tightly before he slams back inside of me.

“Next weekend,” I whimper.

He hums, his head tipped down as he watches us, watching the way he moves in and out of me. Then he buries himself deep to the root, before he lifts his head, his gaze connecting to mine. His lips turn up into a smile as his eyes search my own.

“Next weekend?” he asks.

Nodding my head, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “Next weekend.”

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