Journey: A Cariad Romance Three Book Bundle (Cariad Collections)

by Grace, K D

‘Hawk.’ His breath was hot against her neck. ‘My name’s Hawk.’

  ‘Of course it is.’ Her chuckle ended in a little yelp as he placed both hands on her bottom and boosted her up into the cloud of pillows. He was right behind her, crawling and shoving his way in so close to her that she got a good raking with the bulge in his trousers before he settled a steamy kiss onto her mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to dart in between her lips, still parted in the gasp of surprise. And she gave as good as she got, grabbing him by his wind-blown hair and returning the favour with her own hungry tongue.

  By the time they came up for air, he had pushed her legs apart and lay on top of her, his hips shifting and undulating so that his erection, pressing hard against his jeans, raked right where she needed it. She wrapped her legs around him and thrust up to meet him, tightening her grip, until he gasped. ‘Oh you are a naughty, naughty girl, aren’t you? I can feel your heat practically scorching my cock all the way through my jeans.’

  ‘I’m having a bad day,’ she said. ‘I’ve earned the right to be naughty.’

  ‘And so you have.’ He caught his breath, just before she grabbed his hair and pulled him back into another bruising kiss. Then he pushed her away. ‘Keep that up and you’ll have me coming in my jeans, which is all right, but I don’t think that’s really what you want, is it?’

  She pushed him away and scrambled into a sitting position against the tapestried wall on the driver’s side. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’ She ran a hand through her hair and shot an anxious look around her. ‘I’m not usually this poorly behaved and I never intended … I don’t know you–’

  ‘You don’t know me well enough to fuck me, yes I know.’ He pushed himself against the opposite wall and yanked the glasses off, which were sitting askew low on the bridge of his nose. Then he offered her an edible smile that was somehow reassuring. ‘And I told you there are other things we could do besides fuck, in fact there are things we can do that don’t even involve touching each other.’ He slid his shirt off over his head and nodded to her. ‘Your turn.’

  She followed suit. ‘Shall I take off my bra?’ Her voice sounded thin, almost childlike.

  ‘If you want to, that would be nice. I’d like to see your breasts.’

  In the interest of time, she just slipped her arms free of the straps and shoved the bra down to where the cups rested on her belly. He nodded his approval.

  ‘I’m a breast man myself, and yours are lovely. Would you play with them for me, make your nipples nice and big. Ah that’s right. Maybe on our next date you’ll know me well enough to let me nurse on them. I’d like that. Would you like that?’

  She responded with an incoherent nod.

  ‘And can I take out my cock now before I rip my jeans?’

  ‘By all means,’ she said. ‘Give yourself some breathing room.’

  He deftly opened his jeans and slid them down around the scuffed leather boots he still wore. She couldn’t keep from noticing there were no underpants. His cock bounced to full attention and his balls lolled against the tight muscle of his right thigh. ‘And you,’ he wrapped his right hand loosely around himself and grunted his satisfaction. ‘You must be sopping. You must really need to touch yourself down there.’ He nodded to her crotch. ‘You’ll feel so much better if you release some of that pent-up stress.’

  She didn’t wait for him to ask twice. She slid her jeans and her wet panties down, slipped off her flip-flops and pulled her left leg free.

  ‘That’s a girl,’ he sighed, his gaze locked on her crotch. ‘Open wide and let your pussy breathe.’ He let out a low whistle, and his hand began to move, with purpose, up and down the length of his erection. ‘Goodness, you’re swollen, and I can see from here how slippery you are.’ He raised his eyes to hers, almost shyly. ‘Touch her for me. I want to watch you play with your little pussy.’

  She gave a little shiver as she slipped a finger in between her pouting lips and began to stroke, in and out, in and out, then up and over and around the swell of her clit.

  His handwork picked up speed and he began to knead his balls. ‘One finger isn’t gonna be nearly enough for you,’ he observed, just as she inserted a second finger into her slit. Then he shook his head. ‘You’ll need more than that.’

  Just when she was about to protest that he’d said there’d be no fucking, and for him to stop hinting around, he reached behind him and pulled out a black leather case. He flipped it open to reveal a pool cue, and in spite of the nervous quiver in her belly, her pussy let down a fresh flood as he began to assemble the cue from large end to small. And the large end was … well tempting.

  ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ she breathed, lifting her ass and bending her knees until her feet were flat on the bedding and her pussy pouted right at him.

  ‘Do you want me to stop?’ He screwed the two parts of the pool cue together, then extended it full length to graze each of her nipples in turn.

  ‘No,’ she said, thrusting her chest forward to meet the caress of the cue.

  He chuckled. ‘I didn’t think so.’ With his free hand he got seriously in touch with his schlong, and she didn’t know where to look – at what he was doing to his cock, or what mischief he was up to with the pool cue, which was now migrating down to circle her belly button then dip in and out. She was riding three fingers by the time the tip of the cue brushed her tightly trimmed pubes, but as she shifted her hips to make ready for the descent, he shook his head and pulled it back.

  ‘That end’s not big enough to do you any good, is it? You need something more substantial, don’t you?’ He studied the juicy grasp and slide of her pussy for a moment, then studied the pool cue and blew out a sigh. ‘Well, if you can’t have my cock …’

  Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she saw his gaze light on the thick end of the pool cue. Granted it wasn’t as thick as his cock, but it was long, and he was in control. Or was he?

  Before he had a chance to take action, she leaned forward and grabbed the thick end of the stick and began to run her tongue around the tip of it.

  ‘Jesus,’ he gasped, as she took as much of it into her mouth as she could get and began moving up and down the length of it, farther each time until she nearly gagged herself.

  ‘Jesus,’ he repeated, his eyes locked on the thick end of the cue and her mouth. He now had his hand on the thin end, but he let her control the rhythm and the depth, until at last she pulled it free, heart hammering, feeling like a wild animal in full rut. Then she lifted her butt off the cushions and shifted her hips forward, making sure her gaping hole was centre stage. Still holding his gaze, she pushed the pool cue into her cunt farther and farther until she could take no more. He allowed her to dictate the speed and the depth, then she took her hand away to tweak and stroke her clit while the other mauled her breasts. But she never took her eyes off him, thrusting into her with the pool cue and thrusting into his fist with his cock.

  She might have been able to maintain control a little longer if he hadn’t suddenly taken the other end of the cue into his mouth, none too neatly, dribbling saliva as he did so, tonguing it loosely and pulling his lips along it. Then, still tugging on his cock like nobody’s business, his gaze still locked on hers, he removed the end of the cue from his mouth, and slumped against the wall of the truck, shifting his hips until his pucker hole peeked into view. She was certain she’d hyperventilate. Still stroking himself, he lifted his legs and opened them wide, giving her the best possible view. Then he inserted the end of the cue up into his back grip.

  ‘Jesus!’ she breathed. ‘I’ve never seen anything like that.’

  He grunted a laugh. ‘I’ve never seen a chick fuck a pool cue before either, though I’ve always wanted to.’

  Then neither of them spoke. She stroked her breasts and her clit, gyrating and thrusting against the thick end of the cue, which was now slick and juicy from her cunt, He jerked his cock until she feared he’d do serious damage. His balls bounced from
his efforts, and his other hand controlled the thrust and retreat, thrust and retreat of the thinner end of the pool cue, up his asshole considerably farther than she would have thought comfortable. They came together, her trembling and convulsing until she thought she’d break something, and him spurting like Old Faithful just centimetres shy of the padded ceiling.

  Amazingly, the pool cue was dislodged and they were both dressed and out the door just as Aunt Rose and Sally stepped from the diner. He pushed her up against the truck and gave her one last tongue lashing before he let her go with a wicked smile. ‘It’s a long way to Oregon,’ he said. ‘Make sure you take care of yourself.’ His hand brushed up against her mound, then he turned and disappeared behind the truck. She managed to get into the driver’s seat of her car and do a pretty good imitation of a wake-up stretch and moan just as Aunt Rose thrust a takeout box into her hand.

  ‘You need to eat, hon. You need to keep up your strength. Sally can drive now while you rest.’

  Val felt a little twinge of guilt as Aunt Rose lay a hand against her forehead. ‘You feel a little hot. I hope you’re not coming down with something. Go on now.’ She shooed her into the back seat. ‘Eat the fries before they get cold. We don’t want to smell you.’

  Val did as she was told, wolfing down a handful of fries as Sally buckled in and started the engine. ‘Auntie …’ Sally nodded at the side of the diner to a lone motorcycle. ‘I don’t know much about bikes, but that Harley sure looks like the one the cannibal’s been riding. Don’t you think?’

  Aunt Rose shivered and pulled her sweater tighter around her. ‘Yep. That’s the cannibal’s bike all right. I’m sure of it. I was afraid of that. He’s following us. I really didn’t think he’d let us off the hook that easy. Not with us owing him and all.’ She nodded toward the interstate. ‘I don’t see him around anywhere. Maybe if we sneak away we’ll lose him. Val, honey, make sure you lock your door back there.’

  Sally whimpered and spun gravel getting out of the parking lot.

  Chapter Five

  Val wolfed the burger and fries like a starving woman listening to Aunt Rose give the latest on Tip Beranger and the Hell’s Angels who had killed him and eaten him. Apparently Beranger and the cannibal bikers were all anyone in this part of Nebraska was talking about at the moment. And any motorcycle rider who looked a bit on the questionable side was fair game for gossip and speculation. No one seemed to have much more love for Beranger than Val did. Most just hoped the poor bikers didn’t get heartburn from eating the bastard.

  ‘I’m telling you I won’t sleep a wink tonight,’ Aunt Rose was saying.

  Maybe Aunt Rose wouldn’t sleep, but after hot quasi-sex with a hunky trucker, Val was good to go. Two Snickers bars and a Diet Coke later and she was drifting in quiet oblivion in the back seat with visions of Hawk, naked and erect, dancing through her head. In her lovely dream world, he was just about to do very nasty things to her equally naked body when suddenly the car pulled to the side of the road and stopped.

  ‘What’s going on?’ She yanked out the earplugs and was blasted by Aunt Rose’s ranting. ‘You young people don’t take care of anything these days.’

  ‘The hot light’s on,’ Sally said.

  ‘When I was your age, a car had to last us.’ Aunt Rose ranted. ‘Money didn’t grow on trees. And there were no credit cards either.’

  Val could see a cloud of steam rising from under the hood. ‘Shit!’

  ‘And that’s another thing. In my day, a lady didn’t cuss.’

  Ignoring her aunt, she got out of the car. Sally pulled the hood release then joined her.

  ‘My poor Harry’ll be dead in his grave by the time we get there,’ Aunt Rose wailed.

  ‘I don’t think anyone ever died from a nose job, Auntie,’ Sally called over her shoulder.

  ‘What would you know about it? He has a deviated septum.’

  Val fanned steam with Aunt Rose’s copy of The National Enquirer. ‘There’s the problem. Broken radiator hose.’

  “Isn’t there duct tape in the tool box?’ Sally asked.

  ‘Aunt Rose took the tool box out to make room for her second bag.’

  Their aunt stuck her head out the window. ‘Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for three women stranded along the side of the road with all the rapists and perverts on the loose?’

  ‘The nearest town’s Gruid,’ Val said.

  ‘You mean with the bird reserve … and the dead businessman.’ Sally shot a wide-eyed glance up the road. ‘What’re we gonna do?’

  Aunt Rose stabbed a red fingernail down the highway. ‘There’s a motorcycle coming. Oh dear lord! It looks like the cannibal.’

  Sally grabbed Val’s arm. ‘I knew it! We’re goners. We know too much.’ She nodded to The National Enquirer still in Val’s hand.

  ‘It’s the Enquirer, Sally, not secret documents from the CIA. Besides, for all we know, Beranger’s vacationing in the Bahamas having a good laugh at the hoop-la in the newspapers.’ She tried to sound convincing, but even she could only take so much talk of murderous cannibal bikers before she got spooked, and this guy had been passing them off and on all day. Not to mention his deal with the cop. Who didn’t seem to be all that bothered about it, she reminded herself. Maybe the cop was in on the whole scheme. But the biker had got them out of a speeding ticket. Come to think of it. Aunt Rose was right. It did seem a bit strange.

  Sally vice-gripped her arm, bringing her attention back to their present circumstances, which were not shaping up well at all. ‘Oh God, Val! He’s stopping.’

  Aunt Rose wheezed and clutched the sweater tight around her frontal geography. It’s the cannibal all right. And he paid your fine. He owns us.’

  Sure enough, the man on the Harley pulled up behind them and dismounted. And there was no denying, he looked badass in the leather jacket and black helmet with mirrored glasses hiding all emotion. But his scuffed boots looked familiar. And his large hands looked like they could easily grip a… pool cue?

  ‘We have to stop meeting like this.’ Sure enough it was Hawk who slipped off the helmet and ran a hand through dishevelled hair. ‘Looks like you could use a little help.’ He held her in his iced blue gaze over the top of his glasses, and for a second Val thought she would pass out. Sally whimpered and eased her way back into the car, abdicating the driver’s seat for the safety of the back, but his attention was riveted on Val. ‘It’s gonna cost you.’ He offered a crooked smile.

  ‘You said you were a trucker,’ she hissed at his broad back as he dug through his panniers for some duct tape.

  ‘I never said I was a trucker. I said it was a company truck and they let me use it.’ He shrugged making the leather jacket look like it was swallowing his neck. ‘Well the driver let me use it. He’s a neat nick, Bill, so don’t worry, everything in there is sanitized within an inch of its life every morning. Had to do some serious negotiating to get him to let me use it.’

  He turned to face her with a roll of duct tape in one hand and a very large pocket knife in the other. ‘Now, let’s get your chariot driveable again.’ He held her gaze. ‘I’d gladly give you a ride, but the hog’s not big enough for all of us.’

  ‘You’re a biker, then?’ she said, following him back to the car, and trying not to let the way his magnificent backside filled out the jeans distract her.

  ‘Sometimes, when it suits me.’

  She watched with growing unease as he deftly taped the hose and emptied his water supply into the radiator.

  ‘There.’ He wiped his hands on his jeans. ‘That’ll get you to Gruid. It’s not much of a town, but there’s a nice bird sanctuary close by.’ He nodded to the Cornell Laboratory of Ornithology sticker on her bumper. ‘No doubt, you’d enjoy that.’

  ‘I’d love to see the cranes, Val said. ‘Though this late in the spring, most of them have probably already gone.’ She mentally kicked herself for letting him distract her with birds. That was a cunning ploy. One that a cannibal biker just migh
t use.

  ‘Oh there are still cranes around. You just have to know where to look.’

  ‘And you know?’ She followed him back to the hog. Cannibal biker or not, if he knew where the cranes were, well he couldn’t be all bad, could he?’

  ‘Of course I know,’ he said, stuffing the tape and the knife back into the pannier. ‘The cranes are one of the best things about this place.’

  He walked back to the car and turned his attention to Aunt Rose, who was now leaning cautiously out the window watching what had been going on. ‘There’s a garage in Gruid with a hotel across the street. I’ll phone ahead. They may be able to fix the car before closing time. You can have a rest, then be on the road first thing in the morning.’

  Aunt Rose snorted more nasal spray. ‘Good. I’m exhausted, and the pollen count’s making my sinuses ache.’ She honked into her lace hankie.

  The cannibal raised his voice above the honking. ‘I’ll follow you into town just in case.’

  Fifteen minutes later, the bedraggled convoy limped into the parking lot at the Starlight Motel, Restaurant and Lounge.

  ‘Look at all those bikes in front of the diner.’ Sally pointed to three long rows of mean-looking Harleys gleaming in the low sun. She grabbed the Enquirer Val had thrown over the seat. ‘I thought so. You see?’ She nearly poked a hole through the article. ‘This is the diner Beranger disappeared from. I bet those bikes belong to the guys who did it.’

  Aunt Rose heaved herself out of the car. ‘Well I don’t care. I’m tired. Besides, I have a little surprise for anyone who tries to mess with me.’

  ‘Oh God, Aunt Rose, please tell me you’re not carrying a gun.’

  ‘I’m not stupid, Valerie. It’s illegal to carry concealed. The Peacemaker’s at home under my pillow, where it always is.’

  Val shuddered at the thought of the woman waking up some morning to find an ear blown off. As hard as her aunt’s head was, she doubted the bullet would penetrate anything more vital.

  Aunt Rose opened her handbag and peeked inside. ‘I brought mace, and a stun-gun, and oops ...’ She snapped the bag shut on her arsenal and smoothed her hair daintily. ‘Well I’m pretty sure that law doesn’t apply to the Walther. It’s so small, and besides it’s foreign. More like a piece of jewellery, really.’