Hawk

by Tiya Rayne

  With a hand at my ankle, he yanks me back down the bed, not exactly to the edge, but close enough. I let out a yelp at the sudden tug. When I’m back where he wants me, he places his hand on my knees and slowly opens my legs, spreading my bare sex to the cool room.

  Inhaling, he shuts his eyes. He lowers himself to his knees on the floor. Gripping my thigh, he pulls my center closer to his mouth.

  With one hand he holds my leg in place while with the other he runs long fingers through my labia, splitting me open. I whimper at the intrusive touch. He rubs his thumb in gentle circles over my clit, and I moan. It’s one thing to do it yourself, but it feels so much better when someone else does it.

  He places a kiss on my thigh at the same time those long fingers slip into my wet center. Walker hisses as my greedy cunt sucks his finger inside me with a sloshing sound. He slowly works his finger in and out of me in that unhurried pace he seems to love.

  The sluggish simmer of an orgasm is brewing. His thumb plays over my clit again, adding another level. It feels amazing and has me squirming and rocking off the bed, but it isn’t nearly enough to get me off.

  “Walker, please.”

  The last word is barely out of my mouth before he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks it into his mouth. I come on the spot. My body shaking so hard, my eyes cross.

  When I think I can’t take it anymore he releases my clit, sucking my wet folds into his mouth before dipping his tongue inside me to taste my flavor. He moves his tongue rapidly between my pussy lips, then dips down and blows against my forbidden hole. I moan and whimper so loud I’m embarrassed.

  He moves his attention back up and flicks his tongue against my clit again, I try to close my legs around his head. He grabs my thighs, pushing my knees into my armpits as he continues to eat me whole, moving his tongue around my pussy like he owns the property. When I’ve come so much my legs are weak and the sheets are soaking wet beneath me, he finally lets me go, standing to his feet.

  Everything from his nose to his chin is shiny with my essences. He wipes a hand down his face, cleaning up. I watch with tired, hooded eyes as he unbuttons his white shirt and pulls it off.

  That beautiful, scarred body looks as delicious as I remember it. He takes his shirt off and places it on the nightstand beside the bed. He slips out of his shoes next, while undoing his belt.

  I’ve already checked out the tenting of his pants. When he slips his bottoms off, including his boxer briefs and lays them down as neatly as he did his shirt over the nightstand, he turns back to me in all his naked glory.

  He’s magnificent. Toned body with sinewy muscles that make my mouth water. His outlined hipbone forms a perfect V that leads down to a cock that’s so fucking gorgeous it should be cloned.

  A fat mushroom head tops a thick length that is sure to make me ache. He is hung wonderfully. He wraps his hand around his thickness, giving it a tug that causes precum to seep out of the top.

  I get to my knees on the bed, the need to taste it has me hungry. I go to touch him, but he moves his hips away. On my knees, I look up at him. A vein is throbbing in his forehead.

  “Not this round,” he states, letting me know I’m in for a long night.

  He uses a finger under my chin to lift my head up higher, his lips press to mine gently before he surges his tongue into my mouth. I moan around the taste of myself. Without breaking the kiss, he climbs on the bed, pushing me down on my back.

  His body hovers over me, his narrow hips fitting perfectly between my parted legs. He releases my mouth to lean up from me.

  He stares into my eyes. With one hand planted on the bed, he slides the other between our bodies. I feel the blunt head of his cock as it glides between my wet labia. Smearing my wetness all over his shaft.

  Eyes still locked on mine he says, “I never slept with your sister.”

  I smile, thankful that he admitted it, but I kind of already figured that out. He bites into his bottom lip when the head of his cock splits me open and push into me. I try to breathe out, the fit already tight and he isn’t even inside me yet.

  “I want you so bad, I can’t be gentle,” he groans out right before he slams into me.

  No lie, I scream like someone just fucking shot me. That’s how much of an adjustment I need to take him.

  “Ssh,” he says calming me as he places kisses all over my face. He rocks into me fast and deep. I whimper at the caress of him inside me. “You are mine, Brook. Do you understand? No one else.”

  I agree like the dick is that good. It is.

  Walker fucks like he’s insane like it’s his profession. His hips move like a well-oiled machine between my thighs. His muscles are so tight, and his body is blotchy from exertion, but he doesn’t stop.

  I’m sweating so bad my hair is sticking to my face. I have used every curse word known to man and some I’ve made up. I doubt I will have a voice in the morning. I try to pull away to keep him from going so deep, but he hikes my leg up further and slams into me.

  I plead to God and any other deity. I’ve never been fucked so thoroughly. Walker leans up, grabs my thighs and pins them down to the bed out to the sides, opening me up so wide he could probably see my soul through my pussy. He rolls his hips, the muscles in his stomach crunching as he strokes into me.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry out as he hits a tender spot.

  He releases my thighs and pulls out, his long cock glistening from my wetness. He flips me on my side, straddling one leg as he lifts the other to his chest. He tilts my pelvis up off the bed and slides back into me, hitting an angle that has my eyes crossing and tears another scream from me. I fist my hands into the bed as I cry out. This dick is so fucking good I can’t even think straight.

  “Fuck, Walker, I’m coming,” I shout. He wraps a hand around my throat, cutting off my air supply.

  “Come for me, baby. Come on this cock,” he barks out the order and I oblige.

  I come so hard. He squeezes my throat so tight I see spots behind my eyes. He drills straight through my orgasm, not stopping once. It spirals me into another one that has me squirting.

  “Shit,” he growls after I make a mess all over him.

  I thought he was going crazy in this pussy before, but when my orgasm has me gripping around his shaft with a tight fit, he really loses his shit. He yanks out of me, flips me over onto my stomach and slides back into me. Fucking me so hard, my body bounces off the bed. I scream and squeal at how deep he goes, that delicious bite of pain and pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re deep.” I try to use my hand to hold him back from going so deep, but he grabs my hand and pushes it down to the bed.

  “Take me, Brook. Take it.”

  And I do. I take all of it. When I feel my fourth orgasm start to brew, I plead with him to come with me. He lowers himself onto my back, pulls at my hair to lift my head, then places his lips to mine.

  His hips continue to power into me. I break the kiss to scream my release, this time I feel his seed splash my walls as he growls into the top of my head. He finally rolls off of me and I’m drenched in sweat and too exhausted to move.

  I broke my seven-year celibacy in the best fucking way possible.

  Chapter 16

  Truth and Lies

  Brooklyn

  I wake with the most pleasant ache that a girl could have. Walker is incredible in bed. He fucks like he kills, flawless and with focus.

  I’m lying on my side with his hard chest pressed to my back. I’m so satiated, I could lie here all morning.

  The distinct sound of someone biting into something crisp has me lifting my head to look to the foot of the bed. I gasp at the sight before me. Walker shoots up in the bed with a gun in his hand, aimed directly at Priest sitting in a chair at the foot of our bed eating an apple.

  Where the hell did that gun come from? I know he didn’t have it last night. Not even when he woke me up for the second and third round.

  Priest doesn’t flinch at the appearance of the gun aimed at h
is head. Instead, those cold hazel eyes stare at us as he places the apple to his lips again and takes a bite.

  “With all the shit you two have going on, this is how you decide to spend your day?” He delivers deadpan.

  I shrink at his words. Even though we still have nine days, I do still feel a little guilty. Here I am lying up with a man and my sister’s killer is on the loose.

  I go to get up, but Walker’s hand on my thigh stops me. “What do you want, Priest?”

  He takes another bite of that damn apple. Wait, how did he know where to find us?

  “I thought you’d be up already handling business, seeing as you’re trying to clear your name.”

  Shit, what time is it? I look to the digital clock on my nightstand to see it’s ten past ten. Priest stands from the chair he’s sitting backward in.

  “Get dressed and meet me in the living room. And make it quick, no fucking in the shower,” he says before walking out of the bedroom.

  I go to climb out of the bed, but Walker yanks me back, pinning me down to the bed to hover over me. Watching me with so much concern in his acute gaze.

  “How do you feel this morning? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, settling his hips between my legs and bumping my sensitive mound with his big dick.

  I giggle, I fucking giggle. “Tender, but I’m good,” I reply honestly.

  He dips his head down and catches my lips in the hottest good morning kiss I’ve ever had. My body melts and for a second I forget that we have company. That is until the company starts banging at the bedroom door.

  “I’ll come in there with ice water if you’re not out here in the next five minutes. If I’m not getting pussy, no one is,” Priest shouts through the door before the sound of his receding footsteps can be heard.

  Walker drops his head and shakes it. He plants a kiss on my lips before hopping out of the bed. His monster dick swings as he fishes his pants off the nightstand he left them on last night. He slips them over his narrow hips and zips them.

  “Take your time,” he says to me. “I’ll hold him off.”

  He turns and walks out the door and I fall back on the bed. I try to muster up that guilty feeling I had earlier, but it doesn’t come. Yes, I should be putting all my time and effort into finding my sister’s murderer, but I have this feeling this is what she would’ve wanted.

  I won’t ever regret breaking my dry spell with Walker. The way he felt inside me and the intensity in the way he made love to me was so surreal. I didn’t feel like two strangers finding each other for the first time. Walker fucked me like he knew me.

  Like he loved me. At that thought, I shake my head and climb out of the bed on wobbly legs. Yeah, he definitely put it down last night.

  I take a quick shower and throw on a pair of leggings my sister picked out for me along with one of Walker’s T-shirts. In the living room, I find Priest sitting on the couch, his ankle on his knee with his arms spread wide across the back of the couch. His gaze follows me when I walk into the room.

  Walker holds out his hand and I go to him. He tucks me into his side as he leans against the small table. He hands me a blueberry muffin before planting a kiss on my lips.

  “Domestic life suites you, Hawk. She always said it would.” He allows those words to hang in the air for a moment before clearing his throat. “Anyway, you two have been busy. Three dead bodies last night.”

  “Not to mention injuries to a prominent lawyer and his bodyguard.”

  “He deserved that,” I argue. Walker squeezes my waist and shakes his head without looking away from Priest.

  “You’re leaving a lot of bodies for us to clean up. Not to mention you took down every Brooklyn library computer system along with about a mile around it. And then two more men in the alley along with three cops.”

  “Hold up, we will claim the cops, but those two men in the alley wasn’t Walker. That was alley psycho.” Priest doesn’t look amused that I’m interrupting him again.

  He cuts his eyes to Walker and lifts a brow. “Who?”

  “Many,” Walker explains.

  “Oh, Many isn’t a psycho. Their clinical records prove that.” I toss my hands up in surrender. The entire group is insane. “What I’m saying,” Priest goes on to say. “With all these bodies adding up, I’m hoping you have some news for me.”

  “There was a connection made last night to one of my old menus.”

  This seems to get Priest’s attention. “Which one?”

  “The last one. Heimlich.”

  I turn to stare at Walker. I knew that name must have meant something to him.

  “You mean the man with that mind-controlling formula?”

  Walker nods.

  “I think someone finished his research. That’s why Red sent us there.”

  “The Fade serum has resurfaced?”

  Walker gives another nod.

  “That’s impossible,” Priest says leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Not only did we destroy his lab and his research, you killed everyone involved in creating that formula. Unless you didn’t do your job.”

  The moment those words leave Priest’s mouth, the atmosphere in the room crackles and changes. I’m not sure what the implication means, but it has to be something bad. Not only does Priest’s eyes take on an even colder—if that’s possible—glare, but Walker tenses so tight his fingers stop making the slow circles he was trailing over my arm.

  “I have never left food on my plate.”

  Priest scoffs. “Let’s be honest, everyone knows your head wasn’t in the game by the time you left. Did you make a mistake that cost Fem her life?”

  “What kind of question is that, Priest?” Walker says standing up straight. He sets me aside, pushing me behind him.

  Oh shit. I’m not sure which one of these guys can win in a fistfight. I’ve seen Walker fight. He is incredible, but I’m guessing Priest didn’t get to be Priest for nothing.

  “I think the fact that we’re in this fucking predicament makes it a valid damn question.”

  “Okay, guys, let’s calm down, all right,” I say to them, the way I was taught to deescalate my students. “How about we all sit down?”

  They both ignore me. “I cleaned out that entire lab. No one was spared, not even the fucking janitor. You know there were no survivors.”

  “Someone had to survive.”

  “Why? Because some asshole found the damn research that you guys were supposed to eliminate.”

  “No, because you led them straight to her.”

  Like the mic drop it was meant to be, his words silence the room.

  “Where did you go the day you left that kill?” Priest asks the question, but I already know the answer to it before Walker replies.

  “To her,” he says the words as if they’re wrapped in barbed wire before coming out of his mouth. The pain and realization are written all over his face.

  I understand his hurt. He led my sister’s killer straight to her. Had Walker gone to another place—maybe home or back to the Church—Albany would still be here. I know I should be angry with him for that, but I’m not.

  And I don’t think Albany would blame him for it either. Look at all that she arranged, knowing what she knew. She must have known her killer was connected to that old case somehow. Even if she didn’t know who it was.

  I place my hand on Walker’s chest. He lifts his head to look at me. I don’t think I will ever see him look as broken as he does right now.

  “You didn’t know. It’s okay. Albany wouldn’t have blamed you.” I plant a kiss on his cheek.

  “And you’re so sure of that?” Priest says from behind me.

  I turn to look at him. He’s working my last fucking nerve.

  “Despite all this bullshit. I know enough about my sister,” I say with certainty.

  A day ago, I might’ve still questioned this. However, after putting everything into perspective, I may not have known all that she’d done in her line of work or half o
f the shit she had to do with these men. Yet, I do know the Albany that cared enough about animals.

  She would risk a beating to save a cat. The girl that, despite being mistreated still cared about her foster parent’s wellbeing. Walker was right, I know the real Albany, maybe not all the complex sides of her, but I know her.

  “Do you?” Priest challenges.

  I’m really getting annoyed with this asshole’s attitude like he knew Albany better than anyone else. I don’t care what he thought he shared with her, I’m not going to let him load all this guilt on Walker or belittle my relationship with Albany.

  “Let me guess,” I start, pulling up my canvas in my head. The one I painted the first night I met him. “You were in love with her?” The clenching in his jaw lets me know I’m on the right path with him. “You think because you saw some rare side of her—something you’re so sure no one else saw—you believe you have some connection with her?” I give a dry laugh at his audacity.

  “Even if you were fucking her every which way, day and night, you would never have what she and I had. You will never know her the way I did. I don’t care what special version you think she gave you. Or what secret you kept for her, you will still be just another man she let between her legs and made to feel special. Don’t ever get it confused.”

  Priest stands to his feet and takes a step closer to me. Walker pulls me slightly behind him again, but Priest doesn’t seem the least bit perturbed. Instead, the most threatening smile slips over his face. It reminds me of the Cheshire Cat in that Alice in Wonderland movie.

  “So much potential,” he mumbles those words to himself. “If you know so much, little painter, tell me, did you know he came back for her?” His words cut into me like one of those spears alley psycho uses. “After only three years of being on his own, he came back for Red.”

  I stumble away from Walker. “Brook, I can explain.”