by Stone, Piper
Hawk took deep and ragged breaths when his cock was freed, sliding his hands under my bottom and lifting me into the air.
I threw my legs around his hips, clawing at his shoulders as he positioned the tip of his shaft just past my slickened folds. There was no waiting, no gentleness. His primal needs took over as he jerked me down, forcing me to take every inch of his throbbing cock. He spread me apart, filling me, leaving every muscle aching. He was so large, driving into the very core of my being.
He threw his head back and roared as he shoved me against the tile, powering his hips as he plunged in and out. The angle was pure ecstasy, driving me immediately into a state of bliss.
I wrapped my hand around his hair, holding on as he fucked me in a savage fashion, every brutal slam of my body jarring but so exciting. I clamped my pussy muscles, intertwining my feet together and draping my hair down and across his face.
Our lips barely touched, our hearts racing together and I heard his whispers, sexy and possessive.
“Mine. All mine. No one else will touch you.”
I purred out his name over and over again as he used his massive thigh muscles to hold me aloft, driving in rapid and crazed motions. Stars floated in front of my eyes, echoes of our wild fucking filling the bathroom space.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Uh. Uh.” The words were forced from my throat, the sounds as guttural as the ones he was making. We were two animals mating, unforgiving in every manner. Nothing could ever feel this fabulous.
Hawk continued the brutal pace, thrusting harder and faster, his breath skipping. “Mine.”
He kept repeating the word, as if I was going to run away. Nothing else mattered but being here with him. I raked my nails down his back, my pussy muscles twitching to the point I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop the raging orgasm.
A smile crested on his face as he kissed my lips, my nose and chin, somehow keeping the incredible pace. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”
The demand was like music to my ears. There was no holding back, no way of stopping the climax. I shifted, digging my knees into his side, clenching my pussy muscles around his shaft, savoring the combined animalistic sounds.
Then I lost it.
The orgasm swept through me like wildfire, scorching every last nerve. My vision was cloudy, vivid and colorful hues flashing in front of my eyes. There was no sound but a strangled hiss as the climax continued building, sweeping through every nerve and blood cell.
“That’s it. Come again.”
There was no way I could take any more, the pleasure too great.
But another orgasm ripped through me, shooting me to absolute nirvana. He refused to stop, jutting his hips forward as he drove me against the wall. The ringing in my ears continued and I had zero control of my body, the ecstasy leaving me exhausted.
As his breathing changed, becoming shallow pants, I struggled with the last bit of strength I had, clamping around his cock like a tight vise.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes!” His entire body shook violently when he came, his face pinched and his mouth twisted.
I could feel him pumping his seed into me, filling me completely. For a few glorious seconds, we were as one.
A whisper of the past rushed into my mind, an ugly reminder that there were no fantasies that could come true. Not for a girl like me.
Sadness crept in, squashing the beauty of our magic and as tears formed once again, I knew after a few days that I would never see him again.
Chapter Eight
Hawk
Deception.
I loathed the word, the treacherous concept, but it had come into my life from the damn minute I met Chantal. I should have run away from her that very day, her French accent alluring in ways I’d never experienced. She’d been the kind of woman whose laugh stopped a crowd, men struggling to find what kind of a luscious creature could create such a hypnotic lilt. She was also a cunning liar, able to slice a man in the jugular while he continued to gaze into her sultry chestnut eyes.
I’d been one of those fools enchanted by her vivacious spirit and silky mocha-colored hair, a smile that could light up the darkest of days.
I’d also been the only fool—at least that I knew of—to marry the bitch.
Sure, I’d had my reasons at the time, including what I thought was undying love. How fucking stupid. I’d learned quickly that all she’d wanted was a tethering on American soil, far removed from the clutches of her arrogant and rich father.
I’d been the deer-in-the-headlights patsy falling prey to her feminine wiles.
The day she’d left, although the timing was actually in the middle of the freaking night, I shut down, promising myself another woman would never penetrate my mind.
Or my heart.
The only trouble? She’d taken something very precious with her that belonged to me.
I sighed, trying to rid my mind of the vicious thoughts, knowing I was still far too fractured to drag the past into any of this.
“I might have found something,” Gage stated into the phone.
I’d almost forgotten Gage was on his phone, his tone more hushed than I was accustomed to.
The reception was pure shit, making me pissed off. I glanced at the closed bedroom door, trying to keep my voice down. Finally, I walked outside, standing on the porch and watching the snow as it fell in silent icicles, much like the ice trickling through my veins. For about a thousand reasons I remained on edge, my gut kicking into the same level of anxiety I’d felt only once before.
Only then I’d ignored my instinct, something I’d never do again.
“What?” I managed, listening to the single howl off in the distance. Wolves. They were hungry.
“Seems like our buddy the sheriff didn’t know that there was a video of the incident.”
“A video?” This wasn’t what I’d expected to hear. Maybe Joe had grown some balls, taking his enlightening video to the powers that be.
“That’s what I’ve been told. A confidential informant within his office. I don’t know the particulars, but that’s one reason the sheriff hasn’t gone off half-cocked trying to locate Kelly.”
I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but I had my doubts that the video would ever surface. “Cell phone?”
“Yep and my buddy says that they are threatening to send it to the press. Imagine that,” Gage said, laughing.
“Can your buddy find out who has this tape?”
“All hush-hush at this point, but if I know my friend, he’ll find a way. Now, I know we haven’t had this conversation, but if you know where she is, tell her to stay put. Don’t forget that Rusty has friends. I also heard that they are itching to find her.”
“Yeah, well, let them come at me.”
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
How many times had I heard those exact words? “Just going to protect what’s mine.”
The obsessive-possessive attitude seemed to come naturally around Kelly.
“Shit, man. Look...” Gage said, hesitating.
“What? You don’t need to give me another round of shit. Okay?”
“You’re a big boy, Hawk. You can take damn care of yourself, but there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Another sleazy innuendo against Kelly? I don’t need that crap.” Hissing, I glared out at the darkness, my anger directed toward the pack of beasts. They were inching closer, unusual even given the storm.
I heard the exclamation before Gage finished his thought. “Goddamn. Whatever hold this woman has on you is a pain in the ass. I get great sex. God knows I wish I had some right about now.”
“What do you need to tell me?” I heard the crackling in the reception, interference from the low-hanging clouds.
“It’s about Kelly and her past. Something that might change everything.”
My ears perked up, although quite frankly, I didn’t want to hear another frigging thing about some arrest record. “Go on.”
“It’s something that a whole bun
ch of people tried to hide. I don’t know if she... and... but then... I don’t...”
I snarled as the reception crackled into one long hiss. “Gage? Repeat that. Gage!”
The line went dead after that.
“Fuck.” What the hell else in her past could be of any concern? I held the phone to my head, realizing that if anyone found out where she was, I wouldn’t be able to keep her safe, even with the amount of firepower I had.
One thing I wasn’t going to do was tell Kelly at this point, not until the tape was secured. Damn this shit.
I walked back inside, moving directly toward the fire.
Beautiful.
Powerful.
Brat.
I almost laughed as I thought about the three words. How everything seemed to have changed in two short days. I sat by the fire, nursing a glass of wine, waiting for her to appear. Every muscle ached from the treacherous rescue, but my heart held the most pain, perhaps from reflection. Perhaps from the continuation of her story. I could hear the howling wind, limbs slapping against the back of the cabin. The storm was more severe than anyone had predicted, the radio indicating we’d get at least eight inches. That wasn’t enough to keep anyone away if they were looking for her, but perhaps it would buy us some time.
As Buck lumbered over, resting his head on my knee, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at everything that had occurred. Thank God he didn’t need stitches. I took a sip of the wine, surprised I actually liked the warm merlot. Everything about the last two days was surprising, much more so than I honestly wanted to admit.
Her desire for punishment had certainly caught me off guard, but perhaps for some crazy reason we both needed the experience.
Or the closeness.
Seeing her bottom reddening as I smacked her with hard strokes had ignited every core function of my body. The way she gulped for air, her body quivering as if the butterflies had taken over had been far too stimulating.
Maybe I really was a brute after all.
I rubbed my face, still able to see the glisten from the shower, knowing the spanking had to hurt worse from the water itself. Yeah, I’d wanted her to feel the punishment just as much as she’d seemed to crave my firm hand. She was a woman in need of someone taking absolute control, keeping her in line.
Daily maintenance spankings would do the trick, an occasional trip to the corner for quiet reflection time. I chuckled darkly, sliding my hand to stroke my cock. She had no idea of the monster she’d unleashed.
I rubbed Buck’s head aimlessly, staring at the crackling fire. The flames licked against the wood, a slight hiss the only noise in the room. There were so many parts to this story, as if Kelly had been handpicked for some reason. The nagging remained, digging at me in several ways. I’d spent my career in the military hunting down criminals and those who threatened the United States. I could certainly find out who was behind this.
Somehow, I doubted the sheriff was capable of developing a ploy. Maybe. Maybe not.
When I heard the slight creak of the floorboard, an instant smile crossed my face. I wasn’t romantic. No woman would ever state that in any manner, but the woman created a need unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“I can’t believe what you bought,” Kelly said quietly. “Too much.”
I turned in the direction of her voice and in truth, I was so taken aback that I had no words for the woman standing in front of me. Her beauty was astounding, the single dress I’d purchased for some crazy reason hugging every curve, highlighting the beauty God had given her. I swallowed and realized I’d moved to a standing position.
Out of respect?
Out of jarring sensations?
Hell if I knew.
“You’re beautiful.” Even the way she’d changed her hair, the soft curls framing a face shimmering from the warm glow of the fire accentuated just how sexy she was.
She exhaled, the nervous tic of biting her lower lip that had once seemed annoying so sensual that my cock swelled once again. As she brushed her hands down the dress, she shrugged her shoulders. “Thank you. How did you know my size?”
Certain rather Neanderthal answers rushed to my mind. I chuckled softly. “I guessed. Come by the fire.”
Another smile crossed her face as she shifted by me, giving me one long once-over and licking her lips. Then she brushed her hand across my chest, allowing her fingers to fall to my crotch, whisking the tips across my pulsing shaft. “You’re awfully good at a lot of things.”
Her laugh was lilting, so provocative and instead of sitting on the couch, she eased onto the floor, crossing her legs, wincing the moment she did so.
I fingered my belt, savoring the memory. By God, the woman would learn to obey one way or the other. I took another sip of my wine, shifting in the seat to adjust my aching cock. My balls were tight as drums, the need increasing every second I was around her. Inhaling, the amazing scent of her was almost overpowering, drawing out the beast once again. I wanted her in every way possible, ready to consume her sweet pussy once again. Then I’d thrust my cock inside that tight ass. I forced myself to glance at the fire, breaking the lurid but delicious thoughts.
Buck immediately went to be by her side, snuggling next to her as if she’d always been with him. The sight was beautiful but brought another round of angst to my heart. Things never stayed the same, especially anything that mattered.
I shoved away the thought, hissing under my breath and grabbed the second glass of wine. “I bought some steaks.”
“You really are a man of many talents.” She accepted the wine, allowing our touch to linger.
Sweet Jesus, what was the woman doing to me?
“We have to eat.”
She nodded, turning her attention toward the fire as she absently stroked Buck’s head. “I like it here very much. I wish I could stay.” Laughing, she shook her head. “Don’t worry. I realize I have to face every round of punishment coming to me.”
“I’m going to help you. My buddy is also going to see what he can do.”
“And why? I’m an obvious fugitive.” Her question was laced with such sadness.
“Because it’s the right thing to do.”
She batted her lovely long eyelashes and took a sip of her wine. Always the seductress. I shifted my glass from hand to hand, trying to figure out what to say to her. Maybe words weren’t needed at all right now. I eased onto the floor, taking one of her hands into mine.
“When I was eight, I was certain a knight on a big white steed was coming for me, ready to protect me at all costs. Not long after that, I no longer believed in heroes or saviors. You changed that.”
“I told you, Kelly, I’m no hero.”
“What happened when you served in the military?”
I inhaled, thinking about the wretched period of time. “We were ambushed, our position given away. The worst part of it was that one of our own betrayed us. Two men were killed instantly in gunfire, and I watched as three others that were captured with me languished in agony for months, two others succumbing to their injuries as well as from the brutal treatment we received. There was nothing I could do. Believe me, I tried. I have scars to prove how many times.” My grip on her hand tightened. I brought her fingers to my lips, kissing one then another. All the while, her eyes never left mine.
“That’s just horrible. How were you rescued?”
“We weren’t. I figured out how to break free and managed to grab my buddy and head for the jungle. We were actually found on the brink of death by British soldiers.” I closed my eyes, reliving the moment. “My buddy didn’t survive more than a few days. I was the only one. Then the government pretended that the incident hadn’t occurred. I was shunned, forced out of the army and sent back home to recuperate.”
“But you didn’t. Did you?”
The way she managed to cut through my bullshit was incredible. “No. If it hadn’t been for Gage, I don’t think I would have survived.”
“And your wife?”
“And you deserved to have your family back.” She slipped her hand from mine, placing it directly over my heart. “We all deserve happiness. Never forget that.”
“When the storm breaks, I’m going to get to the bottom of what the hell is going on. You’re not going to prison for something you didn’t do.”
“We shall see,” she whispered. Her breathing seemed far too ragged, fear creeping into her voice. “Can we just not talk about everything tonight? I know we have to, but just for now, I want to pretend for a little while longer. Okay?”
I wanted nothing more than to give her everything that she’d ever wanted. “Fair enough. But tomorrow we need to figure this out.”
“I promise.” She grabbed my hand once again, pulling it against her cheek and rubbing.
I took the wine out of her hand, easing both glasses down on the hearth. I didn’t have to say a word to Buck. He knew he needed to find another resting spot.
She laughed as he trotted away, finding solace on the couch. “Poor baby. Daddy’s little boy.”
The lump in my throat increased, the ache continuing to build. She didn’t need any additional baggage right now. I pulled her into my lap, forcing her knees to straddle my hips.
Purring, she slid her arms around my neck. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’d grown on you, Ranger Hawk.”
“You’ve done a hell of a lot more than that, lady.” Using my knuckle, I brushed the side of her face, chilled to the bone. What if I couldn’t do anything to help her? Thinking positively wasn’t one of my attributes, just like patience.
My desire reared again, the longing even more intense than before.
She fiddled with my hair, giving me a sultry look. “If you’re not careful, buster, I could fall head over heels for you.”