Hawk: A Rough Romance

by Piper Stone

  We were both live wires dancing in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, the connection dangerous as fuck, but there was no way to stop what was about to happen.

  Or anything in the future.

  I wanted to devour her, ravage every inch of her luscious body. As I thrust my tongue inside, she yanked at my shirt, shoving her hands underneath. A growl rumbled up from my throat from the sparks of electricity shooting down my back and into my legs. That only fueled my barbaric actions. I dominated her tongue as I explored the dark recesses of her mouth, savoring every second of the taste.

  She undulated her hips, grinding against me provocatively, her touch becoming more intense.

  I entangled my hands in her hair, ending the kiss and allowing the growl to permeate the air around us. “I’m going to fuck you again and again.”

  “Uh-huh,” she managed, her eyes darting back and forth.

  I pushed her against the island, breaking our connection long enough to jerk the tee shirt over her head, flinging it aside. She hadn’t worn a bra, her beautiful breasts drawing my attention. I cupped one with my free hand, rolling my finger around her already hardened nipple as I watched her facial expression.

  “Mmm... Oh. Oh...” A sly smile crossed her face as she crawled her fingers to my chest, sliding them ever so slowly down my jeans.

  “Fuck me,” I said hoarsely when she cupped and squeezed my cloth-covered cock, driving the sensations to an entirely different level. I knew I’d have difficulty controlling my beast, the need to feast explosive.

  “Isn’t that what you plan on doing?” she asked, her laugh sultry and inviting.

  “In every. Single. Hole.” The guttural sound erupting from my throat was nothing but an animal in heat as I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling until her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O.’ I adored her cries of passion, her desire bridging the surface to her own point of madness.

  I’d never shared this kind of appetite with another woman, the thought driving me further into my predatory stage.

  She finally fought with me, struggling to tug my shirt from the tight confines of my jeans, her tiny growls and frustrated pants filtering into the air.

  “Remember who’s in control,” I muttered even as she continued to slide the shirt up the length of my chest.

  The look she gave me was dancing with a hint of evil as she crowded my space, jerking out of my hold. She peppered my chest with licks and kisses, dragging her tongue in lazy circles.

  I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing as I allowed her to play. As I cupped her other breast, kneading both. They fit perfectly into my hands, so voluptuous, my thirst increasing. When I pinched both nipples, her body quivered, her tongue working even more feverishly.

  “So hot. Are you hard for me?” she teased as she rolled the shirt over my head, her own bobbing as she licked up and down. Taking her time, she finally eased the shirt from my arms, merely dropping it behind me.

  “Are you wet for me, sweet little Bryce?” I countered as I twisted and rolled her hardened buds. The harshness of her breathing was a beautiful reward. “Do you crave both pain and pleasure?”

  She didn’t answer immediately until I released the squeeze. Then she gasped for air, shifting her head until she was able to rest her lips against my neck. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. You will always tell me the truth. Always.”

  “Umm-hmmm...” Bryce murmured.

  While I adored her touch, my cock was in too much agony. I shifted my hands to her shorts, unfastening them with ease.

  She purred as she once again lowered her hands, rolling her fingers across the rough grain of my belt.

  “The perfect strap for the most devious girl in the state,” I whispered, laughing softly as I pushed her jean shorts past her hips, forcing them to the floor. The moment I shifted my hand between her legs, cupping her lace-covered mound, her shoulders stiffened, a soft laugh pushing past her lips.

  “Not devious. Just...” She lifted her head, dragging her tongue across her lips as she kicked out of the shorts then opened her legs. The invitation was blatant. “Naughty.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” I rubbed my hand lightly at first, enjoying the fact her panties were soaked. Then I rubbed more vigorously, pushing the material of her thong between her swollen folds.

  She had difficulty continuing her task, her eyes now half closed as she released a series of moans. I wanted her soaked from need, her pussy dripping with her ambrosia-like juice.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Mmm... Yes.”

  “You are wet,” I murmured, the whisper hoarse. “Are you hungry for my cock? Do you need my shaft buried in your tight little pussy?”

  “Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  Chuckling darkly, I drove my finger through the lace, catching her off guard.

  Her eyes flew open, her entire body tensing. Then she bit her lower hip as she fumbled to unzip my fly, rolling back the edges of my jeans and immediately wrapping her long fingers around my shaft.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Stroke it. Pump my cock.”

  She didn’t need my instructions, her hand twisting back and forth as she moved it up and down. The bad girl knew how to create the perfect friction. I was almost insane with need as I plunged a single finger into her, shifting it back and forth. There was nothing like how her muscles clamped around the slender invasion, pulling me deeper inside her tight little channel.

  But I wanted more.

  Needed more.

  Was crazed for more.

  I ripped at the thin lace until I was able to jam three fingers into her, pumping hard and fast.

  She seemed determined to stare at me, biting her lower lip as she pumped exuberantly, squeezing the tip with every pass up and down.

  The feisty creature was testing me, challenging me. A heady growl roared up from my chest, pushing past my lips. I was nothing but a savage, unable to focus or think rationally. All I could think about was shoving my cock deep inside.

  She rocked her hips, her moans escalating as I finger fucked her, picking up the pace. As her hand slipped, she became frustrated, finally tugging on both sides of my jeans until they fell past my hips.

  “I think my girl is hungry.”

  “And I think you’re still one hell of a mean man.”

  I flexed my fingers open, pumping several additional times as I swirled my thumb around her clit.

  “God. Oh, God.” Her body swayed and she shifted her hand under my cock, rolling my balls between her fingers.

  I was forced to suck in my breath. I could tell she was on the verge of climaxing. “Are you ready to come, my baby girl?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  When I removed my hand, she whimpered.

  “I mean, yes, sir.”

  I resumed my actions, thrusting into her hard and fast, swirling my thumb around her clit. “Then what do you need to say to me?”

  “Please let me come. Please, sir.” While I could see such utter defiance in her eyes, her mouth quivering in frustration, she struggled to continue pumping my cock, her hand squeezing my testicles.

  The little brat was trying to take control.

  I fisted her hair, forcing her to look into my eyes as I pumped in long and slow actions, pulling her to the very edge. “That’s it. Now, I want you to come. Come for me, Bryce. Come.”

  She was forced to stop her sinful actions, instead gripping my arms, her fingers digging in. “Oh, God. Oh. Oh.” As she closed her eyes, her entire body tensing, I picked up the pace. “Yes. Yes!”

  Her scream was powerful, the sound like perfectly orchestrated music. Smiling, I refused to stop. There was nothing quite like the way her muscles clenched then released in a beautiful dancing pattern. “Come again for me. Now.”

  Her grip continued to be firm, her entire body shaking as another orgasm rushed into her, driving her back onto her toes, her hips jutting forward.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh...” Her breathing ragged, t
he words died off, a smile crossing her face.

  Only when she was finished coming did I slide my hand away, wrapping two fingers around the thin elastic of her panties. The single hard jerk freed her of the useless material. “You won’t be needing these any longer.”

  Bryce issued another raspy moan, her eyes remaining closed.

  “Now, open your mouth, bad girl.”

  She did as she was told, parting her lips, yet she teased me once again, floating her tongue around the edge.

  I slid my soaked fingers just inside with a harsh growl. “Suck on them. Make certain they’re clean.”

  Her body undulated as she obeyed me, the sounds exaggerated as she licked and sucked.

  I watched in utter fascination as she dragged her tongue up one side then down the other, taking her time before moving to the next finger. She wrapped her hand around my wrist, continuing to exaggerate her actions.

  No one had ever turned me on this way, but I was finished with playing around. I pulled my hand away, surprised to see her forlorn expression then pushed her over the edge of the counter. I wasted no time removing the rest of my clothes, kicking them aside and moving behind her. “I can’t wait to claim that tight little ass of yours.”

  I kicked her legs apart, immediately placing the tip of my cock just past her swollen folds. My restraint gone, I thrust the entire length inside of her, the force shoving her hard against the edge.

  “Oh. Fuck. Oh...” She flung her arms out, knocking over her bowl of fruit, the pieces tumbling over the edge and spilling onto the floor.

  My entire body shook as I pulled out, trying to catch my breath before slamming into her again.

  And again.

  Every muscle was strained, on fire, my balls ready to explode. I pumped into her hard and fast as her whimpers echoed in my ears. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, driving until I forced her onto her toes. Everything was foggy, my mind only able to think about fucking her. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, the naughty vixen having pulled out all the stops.

  I smacked her naked bottom several times, the heat searing my fingertips, the electricity powering into both of us. Our connection was intense, the moment shared nothing but two beasts mating in the wild.

  Yet I was ready to take her, to claim her dark hole.

  I shifted the tip of my cock up along the crack of her ass, using one hand to press apart her ass cheeks. When I placed my cockhead against her asshole, she moaned, pushing up from the counter. The moment I slipped it just inside, she squealed.

  “Relax, baby girl. I’ll take it slow and easy.”

  Panting, she tossed her head to the side in an attempt to watch what I was doing, her mouth twisting as she gasped for air. “Oh, God.”

  “You’re so tight. So damn hot.” I slipped in another inch, allowing her muscles to get used to the thick invasion.

  She wiggled and moaned, clawing the counter as she struggled to become accustomed to the mass.

  I smacked her bottom several more times, enjoying the way she smiled, shifting her hips back and forth. As I pushed in another two inches, she threw her head back, opening her mouth to a silent scream.

  There was no holding back, no way I could stop the tide. I thrust the remainder inside, shuddering from the way her muscles reacted. “Yes. Perfect. God, you are perfect.”

  She continued making strangled breath sounds as I kept my cock inside, finally gripping her hips as I pulled out until the tip was just inside.

  Then I thrust into her again, unable to stop the series of savage growls. I became the brutal beast, driving into her hard and fast, my fingers digging into her skin.

  She moved with me, still breathless but meeting every hard thrust with one of her own. As the actions became a perfect rhythm, she opened her eyes, purring like the wildcat I knew her to be.

  We were as one, moving together, our sounds floating up to the ceiling.

  “I can’t hold it for long,” I managed, every growl and syllable echoing. The moment she squeezed her muscles, she sent me into a true moment of raw ecstasy.

  I threw my head back with a savage roar. Whatever this was, we were explosive together, shared passion that refused to be denied.

  Sadly, I had no doubt this couldn’t last. I had to concentrate, to understand what it meant to be a father.

  And the thought terrified me to death.

  Chapter Seven

  Bryce

  Brooding.

  As if he held a terrible secret that kept him from aspects of his life. Whatever he’d gone through with his brother, finding out there was a child involved had obviously dredged up various emotions, including additional guilt. I watched as he stood outside on the little deck, able to tell he was barking into the phone.

  The same electrified shiver skated down my arms and legs as I’d felt the entire time that he was fucking me. Hawk was an absolute powerhouse, his needs insatiable. And how could anyone look so damn hot in a pair of worn blue jeans? If I didn’t know better, I’d say that blue jeans had been created with his perfectly carved ass in mind. The fact he hadn’t shaved in at least three days wasn’t lost on me either. He was a walking talking picture of a rugged cowboy.

  I bit back a moan, trying to drag my eyes away from his physique, finally forcing myself to turn away and allowing my thoughts to drift to my job.

  I couldn’t believe my producer had lied to me, allowing the information I’d specifically told him to hold out in the public. Not only had I pissed off Hawk, but I was beginning to believe that there were a hell of a lot of people who would just as soon sweep the entire situation under the rug. What the hell were they hiding?

  Hissing, I yanked two glasses out of my cabinet, shoving them onto the counter. I laughed seeing the knife, as if I was going to ward off an intruder with a blade. I should be shocked that Hawk forced himself inside the house, but nothing about the rough and tumble man surprised me at this point.

  He took what he wanted.

  What he believed he deserved.

  And he wanted me.

  I shivered and held my arms, my bottom still aching from both the spanking and the hard fucking. God, I’d enjoyed every second, even though a part of me had still wanted to push him aside. I felt an odd sense of my own guilt, embarrassment for the fact my body had betrayed me. He was all male in every sense of the word, determined to push every boundary. But for some reason, a nagging sensation had formed in the back of my mind. I had terrible feelings that whatever was going on with the explosions was a ticking time bomb and he was going to get himself into the middle of it.

  I studied him again before picking up my phone and dialing my producer. He was going to hear a thing or two from me and none of it was going to be nice.

  “I thought you might be calling,” Jason said without bothering to offer a greeting.

  “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” I snapped, my blood pressure already skyrocketing. “That article is horrible and untrue.”

  He snorted before answering. “Somehow, I thought you’d be pleased. You might not be keen on ratings, but the station is. We’re in a highly competitive market, Bryce. You of all people should know that. There was an opportunity and I took it.”

  “You didn’t get my message? I don’t think some of the information is correct.” I should have known better than to give him the details before I’d finished my story. None of the pieces were a perfect fit and the way the article came out made it look like there was a huge conspiracy. If that didn’t piss people off, I had no idea what would.

  “I got the message, all right. However, it’s my job to weed through a reporter’s basic fear of telling the truth,” he retorted. “We were on a deadline and you knew that. I expected you in front of the camera today instead of taking some emergency vacation day.”

  “You knew exactly what I was doing. What if what you sent out wasn’t the truth? What if it looks like I’m accusing the owners of the building of collusion in fraud?”

  �
��Well, isn’t that what you were alluding to? I simply moved on your idea before another network scooped us.”

  I turned away after noticing the level of rage on Hawk’s face. “I thought you weren’t a sensationalist, Jason. We report the facts. I might have told you what I suspected—”

  “Based on a qualified informant who knew details that only someone either involved or with firsthand knowledge would be privy to,” he said, interrupting.

  “My God. You will stoop to any level. Won’t you? How the hell do you know he’s qualified? Is there something you’re not telling me?” When Jason hesitated, my skin crawled. I’d been working so hard to get a chance at covering the six o’clock news that I might have just sold my soul. “Oh, my God. That makes me sick. I thought the station valued quality work, not bullshit and lies. I can see I was wrong.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Bryce. You went over the details of your two conversations with the informant. I took notes. Remember? I suggest you take a couple days and figure out if you really want to work for the station. I thought you were an aggressive reporter who knew exactly where she wanted to be in two years, not a woman still living in her past. If you’d played your cards right when you were in Philadelphia, you might be reporting on real stories instead of bottom feeding for scraps.”

  How fucking dare he bring up my past. I was shocked at his venom. I’d seen the numbers. I knew what was being said around the water coolers and in the cubbyholes used as offices. If ratings didn’t go up within three months, the station would close.

  Or at least everyone involved would be reassigned and Jason would be tops on the list. This wasn’t my ticket to fame and fortune. It was his.

  “You know what, Jason? I do know where I want to be in two years, but I’m not going to count on some informant giving me details about explosions and consider them gospel. And you shouldn’t either, unless this is about nothing more than the gloating you do when you walk into a bar and are recognized, fawned over by the woman you seem to enjoy tasting. I guess that could all go away. I suggest you think about that tonight.” I ended the call, my hand shaking. I might or might not have a job in the morning and that just might be okay with me. “Fuck.”