Josh stands tall. Since he’s the one who nominated Hawk, he’s the one to make the announcement. Hawk had explained the protocol of the vote to Melissa the night before. “Caged Kings, it’s time to welcome another brother to the club. For the first time in the history of this club, the vote was unanimous, and I’m proud to say that Hawk Ownes is now a fully-patched member of the Caged Kings!” Josh holds up Hawk’s leather jacket which now bears the symbol of the Kings on the back. He hands it over ceremoniously to Hawk who shrugs it on and smiles broadly. “And not only that, he’s now co-owner of The Shop.”
The whole bar goes crazy. There’s whooping and hollering, and Hawk is virtually knocked off his feet as the rest of the bikers surge forward to congratulate him.
“Aren’t you going to see him?” Ali nudges Melissa who remains calmly seated on her stool at the bar.
Melissa shakes her head. “This is his moment; he needs to share it with his brothers.”
“But none of my brothers are as pretty as you, ‘Mel.” Hawk’s voice from behind her makes her jump, and she spins around to face him. “And I sure as hell don’t want to kiss any of them like I do you.” The huskiness in his voice is enough to make Melissa warm between her thighs.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” She smiles, tilting her face up to his, and he kisses her deeply. He takes what he wants from her, and she gives it up freely. Melissa is vaguely aware of whistling and clapping and whooping around them and, although there had been a time when it would have embarrassed her, now she couldn’t care less. Hawk’s kisses had a habit of making her feel like they were the only two people in the room. A fact that means it takes her a few moments to realize that someone is shouting her name.
“Melissa! Melissa!” The urgency in Ali’s voice makes her look over to her friend who is waving her cell phone in her face. “You’ve got mail.”
Melissa snatches the phone away from her friend, ignoring Ali’s chuckle at her sudden change in focus. She has to read the message three times before the words really sink in.
“Well? What’s it say?” Ali nudges her, showcasing just how far down on the list she values patience in the list of virtues.
It takes a few seconds for Melissa to find her voice. “They love it. They love it!” She repeats the words as if to convince herself that’s what she’s actually read. “They’re going to publish it, and they want to know if I have any more!” Melissa starts jumping up and down like a little girl, before she’s swept off her feet.
Hawk holds onto her as he walks with purpose towards one of the back rooms of the bar. “Hey, where are we going?” She twists around to see the amused faces of her friends and the bikers over Hawk’s shoulder.
“Somewhere I can tell you how proud I am of you.” Hawk’s voice in her ear makes her shiver.
“And you can’t do that here?” Melissa frowns, feeling a little ridiculous at being carried.
“Not for what I have in mind.” His tone is serious.
“And what is that exactly?” She looks up at him, tracing the line of stubble on his cheek.
“Show, don’t tell. Isn’t that what you said to me, ‘Mel?” The dark look of lust he gives her makes her glad that he’s carrying her, as her knees would surely have given way.
“I remember something along those lines.” She smiles up at him. “Oh, and by the way, I decided to take a page out of your book today.” Hawk looks down at her curiously. She reaches up to kiss him lightly on the lips and whispers against his mouth. “I’m going commando, too.” She laughs at his expression, his eyes widening as if they’re about to bug out of his face. He pulls her towards him, settling her against his chest, her ear against his heart, which beats in time with hers.
THE END
To receive a free copy of an exclusive short, join my mailing list by clicking on the link or the banner below
http://eepurl.com/b907gD
Read on for your FREE bonus book – My Protector
MY PROTECTOR: The Valves MC
By Kathryn Thomas
I’M SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER, BUT I’M ABOUT TO CORRUPT HER.
She was pure until she met me.
But her innocence was no match for the darkness I carry within.
Still, there’s good somewhere deep inside.
I’m going to take her, break her, make her mine… but I’ll keep her safe until the day I die.
I’ve done bad things.
Bloody things.
Things no man should have to do.
Now, I want to put that life behind me.
The problem is, the underworld has a way of dragging a man back down into its depths.
But if I can’t make it out, I’ve got to make sure that she does.
When our bodies burn together –
hot, sweaty, and delicious –
nothing else matters.
She’s the only thing in my life worth saving.
And even that might be impossible.
At first, I tried to be her protector.
But by the time all this is over, I might be the cause of her downfall.
CHAPTER ONE
The touch of his hand on my back sent hot shivers through my body. I couldn’t suppress a moan. He bent and kissed my lips, pulling at the lower one. I ran my small palms over his front, pulling up his t-shirt. His hard abs contracted at the touch of my hands and he breathed heavily into our kiss. I moved my hands clumsily around his back, pulling up the fabric slowly. He impatiently yanked the t-shirt and threw it on the floor, then grabbed me by the hips and pinned me against the wall with a grunt.
I whimpered when his hands reached my buttocks and squeezed hard. Wrapping my legs around him, I gave into our kiss, tasting this man I was finally having. I was ecstatic, mingled images of us parading behind my closed eyelids, making me moan little by little as I let him take over my mouth, take over my body. I felt him pull back and dared to open my eyes. He was watching me and smiled with those wicked steel-green eyes. I couldn’t help but sigh.
To give him something to watch, I lowered my legs to the floor and slightly pushed him away. I proceeded to unbutton my pale pink shirt. Excitement sent tremors through my body, making my fingers shake. He growled under his breath and reached to grab the delicate hems, but I shook my head, tentatively. I wanted to tease him and I wasn’t going to let him have at it just yet.
He reluctantly let me go on, resigning to rubbing his bulging crotch.
I kept unbuttoning, one by one, the little buttons, then parted the shirt on my sides and reached for the waist of my pants. I ran my fingers slowly between the fabric and my skin, stopping at the front, and unfastened my belt, then lowered the zipper down and pulled at the corners to drag the pants below my ass. I saw him lick his lips, the look in his eyes prompting a daring ripple in my stomach. I loved what I was doing to him and I wanted to go on, even if I craved him inside me with every second I prolonged our agony.
Running my tongue between my lips, I parted the shirt farther, giving him a view of my lacy, almost sheer, bra. I saw him watching my hard nipples pierce through the fabric as I breathed and he couldn’t help but cup one of my tits. He stepped closer and bent to take the nipple into his mouth. I squealed in pleasure and pushed my breasts towards him. I couldn’t stop a hand from going between my legs. I slipped it underneath my panties and teased my clit with shallow motions. He saw that and pulled my hand out, tasting my wet fingers.
Pleasure and anticipation made my vision blurry for a second. I suddenly found myself in the air, him holding me by the waist to pull down my pants. Then, he threw me on the bed and I felt my stomach do a backflip in excitement.
I propped myself on my elbows and looked at him. My legs spread by themselves and I could see him whimper at the sight of my dripping wet core. He got rid of his jeans and boxers, my jaw dropping at his length. I couldn’t help but swallow hard and moan lustfully at the thought of him pushing that inside me soon as my hips moved towards him. He reached a hand towards his
cock and stroked a few times, the tip glistening with precum.
I scooted closer and kissed the tip, making him whimper again. I wasn’t a very well-versed woman when it came to the art of blowjobs, but his member compelled me to open my mouth and welcome it on my tongue.
He let me struggle with its girth, watching me through hooded eyes, breathing shallowly. He took advantage of my position and glided the shirt off my shoulders. I helped him get rid of the fabric, then I reached a hand to grab his cock, but I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it. It was too thick and this little discovery sent another round of hot ripples through my body, pooling all my desire between my legs. I was strangely happy about his size, although I was a bit concerned with regards to fitting, so I looked up, wanting to relay to him my thoughts. I was welcomed by the most beautiful sight a woman could wish to have. His muscles contracted under the power I held over his cock, sweat gliding over his dark tattoos and down his abdomen, eyes full of desire for me.
Seeing me struggle with his cock, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out of my mouth, bent to kiss me aggressively, then pushed his hands underneath each of my parted legs and scooped me up. He deposited me farther back on the bed and leaned on top of me, supporting his weight on his strong hands. Looking at me, he lowered his head and pulled the sheer fabric of my bra with his teeth. He circled my nipples with his tongue, then trailed over my flat belly, towards my pussy. I couldn’t help but lift my knees as he kissed the mound and he took advantage of my move to pull my panties down. I was exposed to him now, and he used his position to passionately kiss my wet folds.
The sensation made me moan loudly and, as he ran his tongue along my slit, I squirmed in pleasure. I wanted him inside me and I didn’t want anything between us. I reached behind and yanked my bra off, my tits bouncing from the sudden move. He sucked my clit strongly as he saw my perky tits move freely. He managed to get a scream out of me, as he pushed his tongue inside, making me shake with built up desire.
“Just fuck me…” I couldn’t help but whisper and I closed my eyes as I said it, too embarrassed to look at him.
He rose from between my legs and pushed my lips open with a deep kiss as he positioned himself at my entrance. He teased me with the tip, kissing me, then whispered in a raspy voice, ““As you wish,” and he pushed his cock inside.
I gasped at the feeling of being stretched by him and I reached my hands around his shoulders, needing to hold on as he started moving in and out, picking up speed.
His dark stubble grazed at my cheek as his body moved over mine, the sensation amplified a thousandfold by the pleasure he was giving me. I grabbed him closer and pushed my hips up to take more of him.
I heard him grunt and push harder. He was tormenting me. I couldn’t figure out his rhythm, as he moved fast, then slow, then in circles, leaving me in a continuous state of wonder and discovery. I gave up following his moves, understanding he was in charge and knew what he was doing. He knew, indeed, as he made me writhe underneath him, eager to take everything he was willing to give me. I wanted to wrap my legs tighter around his hips, to get as much of him as possible, and he saw that. He rose and grabbed my legs, pushing my knees onto my chest. Then, he arranged his hands in such a way that one was designated to hold my legs in place and the other went to fondle my breasts. As he changed to this position, he pulled out just until only part of the tip was inside me, then came down fast and pushed inside, setting millions of fireworks off in my mind. He hit spots I never thought I had and from this angle I could feel his entire length inside me, moving faster, leaving me fighting for air.
I felt the pleasure build up, my body contracting with the anticipation of sweet release. I cried in ecstasy and squeezed him hard, incapable of letting him go before I came. My move got an animalistic growl out of him, as he moved faster and faster. I could see I had brought him closer, almost on the brink of release.
I looked at him as I squeezed harder, watching him come undone, seeing the pleasure in his eyes. He tried to last, he tried to refuse himself the pleasure for the moment, but I didn’t let it happen. I reached with my hands and pulled my ass, letting him see the view I was giving him. Then I squeezed again, rhythmically, as he pushed and pulled. I felt him jerk, his body going stiff, as he pushed his cock as deep as he could and let it release inside me. He closed his eyes and bent his head back, consumed with pleasure.
Feeling his hot cum filling me, I felt the edges of my orgasm coming together. I reached a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit shamelessly. He saw that and took over. He pulled out for a second, just to suck my clit furtively, then pushed his still hard cock back inside to resume his expert touch.
He managed to get me moaning uncontrollably, unable to string a coherent thought in my mind. My whole body was focused on our bodies joining together, on his seed dripping out of me as he pushed again and again, bringing me closer to climax.
His finger touched a spot on my clit that made my body jerk and rendered my lungs useless. I managed a high-pitched squeal before I felt my body stiffen and waves of ecstasy release from my core. For several long moments, I forgot where or who I was; the only thing I knew was the source of this sublime pleasure: him.
He closed my mouth, which remained agape from my orgasm, with a passionate kiss, as he pulled out. I reached with shaky hands and caressed his muscles, my eyes still lost in the moment, my body still jerked by a stray ripple of pleasure. I could see his skin reacting to my touch, as my fingers left a trail of goose bumps behind. He collapsed on top of me, his head cradled in the nook of my neck, his breath sending strong shivers down my spine. I whimpered and cuddled him in my arms, grateful for his mere existence.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been especially hot today and I was in terrible need of a shower. Never thought, as a preschool teacher, I would ever sweat so much at my job.
Feeling the water run over my body, I couldn’t help but remember last night. I smiled, eyes closed, water dripping off my pussy. The memory of his body over mine, his scent, his piercing eyes, was too strong, too fresh. I wanted him again.
My pussy clenched, trying to re-enact the moment we came together and I moaned. I could feel heat spreading through my body and it wasn’t from the steam surrounding me.
I would’ve lost myself in the moment if I weren’t so aware of the mountain of paperwork I had to finish. The fantasy was gone, but not the desire. I knew I wanted more of this man and I was intent on having it.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried my skin and put a light sundress on. I decided against blow-drying my hair and gathered it in a golden bun instead. Feeling refreshed, I went to make myself some lunch.
Deciding on a chicken salad, I thought it would be best if I had it on the front porch. Passing through the living room, I grabbed the pile of files from the coffee table, a bunch of pens and the chocolate bar I had salvaged from my purse and set up shop on the white wrought iron table outside.
I adjusted the cushion, then arranged the paperwork in two categories, pens neatly placed as separators and started eating. Incapable of mindlessly chewing, I couldn’t help but reach a hand for the stack that required only reading.
Not long into my workaholic binge, I heard a motorcycle approaching and my body reacted instinctively. The heat I felt in the shower grew fast, as if it had never settled down, and my pussy clenched at the prospect of seeing him again. I looked up, delighted to watch him end his ride, dismount and lower the zipper to his leather jacket. He ran a hand through his black hair and looked at me. I moaned. Good thing he wasn’t close enough to hear.
For a moment, I thought he’d come to me but his front door opened and Ginger ran towards him. He settled for smiling at me, then bent down and hugged his daughter. I smiled back, feeling a pinch of disappointment. I watched him for a few seconds. He talked to the little girl, ruffled her hair, and lifted her in the air. He looked handsome in his father role and I loved that.
Trying not to imagine him touching me
, I resumed my work. After a few attempts, I managed to focus enough to finish the paper I was holding. My appetite was gone so I pushed the half-full salad bowl out of the way and focused on tackling the pile of papers designated for reading.
An error in one of the administrative forms prompted me to redo an entire file. It must’ve taken me close to an hour and I felt thirsty. I lifted my head from the paperwork and startled at the shadow cast over me.
“Hey there,” he greeted me, his smile melting my heart.
“Hey. You scared me for a moment.”
“Sorry.”
He was leaning on the pillar closest to me and, by the looks of it, he had been standing there for a while. Changed out of his riding gear, he wore a white T-shirt and faded jeans, his hands crossed over a muscular chest. I swallowed hard, unable to look away. He smiled again, probably reading my mind.
HAWK: The Caged Kings MC Page 25