“Not a chance.” He let his free hand stroke boldly over the round, smooth cheeks of her bottom. She squirmed, but he held her still with no effort at all. She was completely at his mercy.
Hawke let the idea sink in for both of them as he caressed her creamy little backside.
“I’m warning you,” Alex said breathlessly. “Don’t even think it.”
“Or what?” He traced a finger up the cleavage between her pretty haunches.
“Or…” She broke off as he reached the waistband of her thong. He wrapped his fingers around it. “Don’t you dare!”
Hawke jerked. The string snapped. “You were saying?”
“Jackass!”
“That’s no way to talk to your lord and master.” He gave her butt a light swat. She bucked, screeching more in outrage than pain as she snapped her head around to glare at him. Despite the anger, there was even more arousal sizzling in her eyes. “I know where you sleep, you big jerk.”
“Oh, come on, Alex.” He reached down between her thighs to find the soft, furry lips of her labia. “A spanking can be sexy.” Dipping a finger between them, he found her slick and snug enough to make his dick twitch in anticipation. He grinned. “And I’m not the only one who thinks so.”
Dammit, he was right.
She’d had fantasies just like this--being draped across some big sex god’s thighs while he got ready to paddle her butt. And the reality was even hotter than her kinky daydreams.
Hawke slid that big finger inside her again in one long, seductive stroke that made her squirm. Alex gave him another testing buck, but he held her still without effort. She was completely at his mercy.
And God help her, she liked it.
“I think I need to repeat the new ground rules,” he told her in that rumbling purr of his as he withdrew his finger from her body. “Rule one--I am the master.” That broad palm landed with a SMACK! Alex jumped and gasped, though the blow produced more noise than pain. “Rule two--you are the sex slave.”
“You are sooo full of…”
SMACK!
“Rule three--you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.” SMACK! That one was a little harder. She panted as her arousal grew. “Because otherwise, something’s going to eat us.” SMACK! He paused for another leisurely exploration of her pussy, which, shamelessly, had grown even wetter. “Why, Alex--I do believe you’re starting to enjoy this.”
“Don’t…” she broke off to moan as he added a second finger, “…don’t flatter yourself.
He yanked his fingers out. SMACK! “Don’t lie to the lord and master, Alex.” SMACK SMACK SMACK!
Her yelp was genuine this time as her backside heated under the rain of burning slaps. “I’ll ‘lord and master’ you, you big…”
SMACK! “I can keep this up all day, babe. How about you?”
Blood rushed into her stinging cheeks, and her tingling labia swelled. Every time he’d spanked her, he’d given her clit a little jolt. “Bully.” The word emerged as a moan.
“Feeling abused, sweetheart?” Big fingers stroked over her blazing flesh. She squirmed. “Damn, that’s a pretty pink. I do believe it’s giving me an appetite.” Before she quite knew what hit her, he tossed her lightly on the bed and knelt beside it. Alex lifted her head, dazed, as he hauled her thighs over his brawny shoulders. His smoke-gray eyes focused hungrily on her pussy. “And I know just the perfect appetizer.”
That wicked mouth fastened directly over her sex, tongue stabbing right between her lips. His first lick pulled her back into a bow. “Jesus, Hawke!”
His only reply was a hungry hum as he went to work, flicking his tongue up and down over her opening, each pass catching her clit. Simultaneously, he reached up to capture her breasts. Long, strong fingers stroked her nipples, squeezing and plucking until she squirmed. “Oh, God!” she gasped, writhing. The extravagant pleasure made a deliciously arousing contrast to the sting of her paddled ass.
He licked. He suckled. He kneaded and twisted. Alex, her thighs draped over shoulders, arched her back and clawed at the grass-filled mattress. It was as if he’d pulled her favorite fantasy right out of her head and brought it to life. Groaning with maddened pleasure, she ground her pussy against his face. Obligingly, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard. His tongue made a single searing pass over the little nubbin…
Alex screeched as her climax boiled up out of nowhere and drowned her in fire. Bucking mindlessly, she rode the molten wave home.
It hadn’t even crested yet when he jerked his face away from her, grabbed her thighs, bent them up and back, and crammed the entire meaty length of his cock inside her. “Oh, yeah,” he growled over her yelp, hauling her closer, working the thick shaft even deeper. “That’s what I want!”
Stunned by the deliciously erotic violence of his entry, Alex could only blink at him. Hawke rose over her, his hard face brutal with hunger, his eyes glittering, both her knees cupped in his hands.
“Now,” he said, giving her a feral grin. “Let’s fuck.”
He pulled out slowly. Heat skittered along her nerves at the sensation of his thick shaft withdrawing. The tip of him actually left her body. He leaned forward again. Her slick, tight flesh twisted as his length slid back inside. Fire curled into a hot ball low in her womb. “God, that feels good,” Alex gasped.
“Mmmm,” he agreed, and pulled out. Satin thickness caressed her sensitive inner core. Looking down between her thighs, she watched his abdominal muscles ripple as he pushed deep. “Oh, yeah. My own little sex slave,” he rumbled, watching her face with hungry intensity. “So sweet and slick and hot. Mine to fuck however I want.”
“Nooo,” she groaned, not meaning the refusal.
“Yeeah.” He drew out. “Oh yeah. I think I’ll tie you up next. Maybe grease up that little ass and…” He slammed deep, making her yowl in a combination of pleasure and torment as her entire nervous system lit up like Christmas tree.
“Forget it,” she gasped, writhing at the starburst sensations. “You’re not putting that thing in my…”
Hawke laughed and began to pump in long, ruthless strokes. “Babe, once I’ve got you bound and gagged, you’re not going to have much say in which little hole I bang.”
Alex cried out, her climax cresting hot again. He was right. He was so damn strong, he could do whatever he wanted with her.
At that thought, the orgasm he’d been stoking with every stroke of his cock launched up her spine like the Space Shuttle. She convulsed, helpless in his grip as his broad shaft worked in and out of her creamy sex. That was when she knew--Hawke was the man of her dreams.
Every last kinky one of them.
He threw back his head and fought for control. It wasn’t easy, given the sweet pull of Alex’s hot inner muscles milking his cock. It had been so damn long since he’d ridden a woman. Even then, it hadn’t been anything like this.
Hawke could still taste her on his tongue, salt and vinegar and musk. Her cunt clung and gripped him with every hard stroke as her lovely little breasts bounced. Her blue eyes glittered as her little pink tongue flicked out over her lips. Long hair the color of honey tumbled across the bed he’d never expected to see a woman in.
Sucking in a breath as pleasure clawed at him, Hawke thought about everything he’d ever imagined doing to a woman. Imagined tying her up. Imagined the tight, slick grip of her asshole as he gave it the fucking he’d been threatening her with.
She was his. Hangin’ Harry’s blue-blood daughter was his, and he could have her however he wanted. And the thought obviously turned her on just as much as it did him.
Hawke threw back his head and gritted his teeth as the fire clamped hot claws around his balls. He felt a wave of it rolling up his cock. “I’m coming!” he gasped.
“Hawke!” She arched, eyes squeezing shut, pretty lips gasping. Her tiny inner muscles clamped and pulled at his cock in yet another climax. He roared, coming like a freight train in a blaze of heat.
His last thought befor
e the fire took him was that he’d never had a woman like her.
And now that he had her, he was damned if he’d let her go.
Chapter Six
With a sense of regret, Alex felt his softening cock slide from her body. Hawke collapsed beside her with a heartfelt groan. “You okay?” He was panting.
She whimpered, not quite up to speech.
He reared up on one elbow, concern in those smoke gray eyes as he examined her face. “Alex? Did I hurt you?” A tight little line grew between his thick eyebrows.
He was really worried. The thought sent a bubble of pleased warmth rising in her. “I’m fine,” she managed.
“Are you sure? I’m a lot stronger than I used to be, and I got a little carried away.” He caught her by one hip and rolled her over to examine her backside. “I don’t think there’s any bruising.”
“Hawke…”
“I really did pull those swats.”
She grinned back over her shoulder at him. “Hawke, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. As much as I hate admit it, I enjoyed every minute of it, including the spanking.”
He searched her face. “You sure?”
“You know, you’re completely ruining your image as a dominant asshole.”
“That was a game.” His sudden grin was wicked. “Mostly.”
Enjoying herself, she asked, “How mostly?”
Hawke sobered, his gray eyes going serious. “When something’s getting ready to eat us and I give you an order, I don’t want an argument. I realize you argue for a living, but whenever I’m fighting a WTF is not the time.”
Alex snorted. “Give me credit for a little sense, Hawke. The only creature I want eating me around here is you.”
He laughed. “I can’t tell you how gratified I am to hear it.”
“Gratified.” Deciding it was time to start teasing him again, she stuck her tongue in one cheek. “That’s a really big word for you, isn’t it? I’m so proud.”
“Smartass. You want another spanking?”
“Only if you promise to kiss it and make it well.”
The humor drained from his eyes as he leaned down and tilted her chin in one big hand. “Love to.”
Hawke’s kiss was slow and sensual, his lips moving over hers in a silken possession that made her toes curl. His warm tongue slipped between her lips in a gentle mating stroke that made her sigh. When he finally lifted his head, she whispered, “You’re really good at that.”
“I’m really good at a lot of things… Ow! You bit me!”
“Oh, that was just a little nip, you big baby.”
“I’ll give you baby, wench!” Long, merciless fingers went for her ribs.
She shouted in laughter and kicked at him. “Get off me, you brute!”
“Watch where you put those bony little feet. Or…” He grabbed an ankle and wiggled the fingers of the other hand menacingly above her sole.
“Don’t you dare tickle me!”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll…” She lunged for his ribs.
He convulsed with a booming laugh and let her go to fend off her hands. “Cut that out!”
“Ha! Conan is ticklish!”
“I’ll give you ticklish!” The mattress rustled as they wrestled, laughing and panting.
Alex lay draped over Hawke’s bare chest, listening to his heartbeat settle into the slow rhythm of sleep. Poor guy. Between fighting the WTF, banging her brains out, and having his secret ticklish spot discovered, he was worn out.
She yawned so hard her jaws creaked. Okay, so he wasn’t the only one.
Alex settled her head more comfortably in the hollow between his shoulder and the swell of his right pectoral, smiling sleepily. She really should be more upset about this. She’d been abducted by aliens, for God’s sake. She had court next week. Guilty pleas alone would take two days.
Grimacing, Alex pictured the long lines of drunks, petty drug dealers, and car-breakers who’d assemble in the courtroom Monday, waiting to plead guilty. Most of them would get probation, though a few would do time. Hours and hours listening to bullshit excuses. “I lost my job, Your Honor. That’s why I had to steal my neighbor’s stereo to buy crack.” Yeah, right.
She released another huge yawn and hooked her arm around Hawke’s broad ribcage. His skin still felt a little sweaty from their play.
A movement in the corner of her eye attracted her attention. She looked down to watch his thick cock slide into full erection. She blinked at it, remembering what it had felt like thrusting deep into her eager sex…
A loud, rattling sound brought her head up.
Hawke was snoring.
Alex buried her head against his chest and giggled softly. Maybe being abducted by aliens wasn’t really so bad after all.
One Month Later
Concentration fierce in her eyes, Alex drew back the spear, her body silhouetted against the vivid blue of the Goldfish Bowl’s ocean. The wind whipped the dark honey hair she wore tied up in a long ponytail. She wore only three strategically placed bits of leather and just enough cord to support them.
Hawke’s cock thoroughly approved.
A drop of water rolled down one perfect breast. He gave serious thought to licking it off, but decided she wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted. At least this minute. He’d learned over the past weeks that Alex was ferociously driven; once she’d attained her goal, she’d be more than happy to celebrate.
He watched her brows draw down as her eyes narrowed. Her little pink tongue stole out to the corner of her mouth, a measure of her concentration. Hawke felt his heart roll over in his chest.
She was just so damned adorable.
“Hah!” Alex drove the spear ferociously downward, her entire body surging with effort. The weapon bit into something below the water. She leaned into the shaft with her full weight, grinding down as whatever it was kicked up spray around her.
Finally the splashing stopped. Bumblebees buzzed lazily. He watched her rise on her toes to get a better look at her catch. “Yes!” Alex crowed, and levered the spear up. A bass flailed weakly on its flint point. “Look at that! By God, I did it!”
Hawke grinned, unable to resist her incandescent joy. “You certainly did.”
She waded toward shore with her catch. “You get to clean this one.”
“Sure do.” He followed her, watching her delightful ass, clad only in a couple of bits of string he fully intended to snap. “A deal’s a deal.”
“I told you I could do it!”
“I never doubted you.”
Alex lowered the struggling fish to the sand. “Uh, could you…?”
Drawing his knife with a wry grin, he crouched to finish the fish off. She couldn’t stand to see anything suffer. Hawke had only persuaded her to try spear fishing by offering to give her a pass from her usual fish-cleaning duties. He’d figured it was an important skill she needed to know. She had to be able to fend for herself if something happened to him.
Now, there was a thought to kill a good mood. The idea of Alex going up against a WTF or any of the Bastards’ other nasty pets chilled him right to the marrow. Particularly since, unlike him, she’d never acquired superhuman strength.
Thing was, it did sound like something the Bastards would do--take him out of the picture and leave her defenseless. Oh, Hawke knew she’d rise to the occasion--there was some serious steel hidden under all that pretty fluff--but he hated the thought of the fear and grief she’d feel if something happened to him. They’d gotten close over the past month.
Close, my ass, he thought dryly, watching her do an impromptu victory dance on the sand around her catch. I’m head over heels in love with her.
That thought would have scared the shit out of him if they’d been back home. The more Alex talked about her blue-blood family--her fiercely protective judge daddy and matchmaking mama--the more obvious it was they’d hate him with a passion. Hawke might have enough medals for a platoon in his footlocker, he might have worked his way up
from lowly private to lieutenant in the Marine Corps, but he’d still be trailer trash to them. Which was why he’d never let her worm the truth of his background out of him.
Oh, he’d learned enough over the past month to know Alex herself wouldn’t care. She knew he’d worked his ass off to get where he was--he’d told her that much--and that was all she’d care about. To her, the fact that his daddy and brother were doing time would be irrelevant in the equation of what Hawke himself had accomplished. That ferocious sense of justice was one of the things he adored about her.
That, and those lovely tits. Among other things.
Oh, yeah. He had it bad. So bad, he was no longer all that sure he wanted to go home. Back home, the fact that he’d grown up in a seedy trailer park would matter. Back home, it wouldn’t take Alex long to discover his mama drank most of the take-home pay he sent her.
Hawke knew he was probably enabling the old lady’s drinking problem, but he just couldn’t stand the thoughts of his mother going hungry. And she did occasionally buy food, at least between pints of Mad Dog 20/20.
Okay, so he was a sucker.
But in the Goldfish Bowl, he could keep Alex in happy ignorance while screwing her brilliant brains out. Here he could slay all her monsters and bask in the adoration in her eyes. His mother would still be taken care of, since he’d be listed as Missing In Action and the Marines would continue to send her his pay.
Of course, the trick was, he had to keep killing the monsters. If one of them actually got him, Alex was fucked.
So he’d just damn well make sure none of them got him.
“I think I’m going to try to catch another one,” Alex announced, wading back into the water.
“Good idea.” Hawke trailed her happily. Walking a pace behind Alexandria Kenyon was no hardship; her ass was a thing of beauty. “We can smoke whatever we don’t eat tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. Or I could try to whip up a nice fish stew. A few potatoes, some carrots…” They tended his garden on a daily basis. Even weeding was more fun with Alex beside him.
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