Tortured Skye: A Hawke Family Novel (The Hawke Family Book 2)

by Gwyn McNamee

I won’t make that mistake again.

  “Turn around.” She murmurs the words against my skin and the vibration of her lips against my spine makes my entire body tingle.

  Without hesitation, I comply, turning to face her and letting the water beat down on my shoulders and back. She reaches out, grabs the soap, and works up a good lather. The anticipation of having her hands all over me has my body shaking and my cock jumping in the space between us.

  My eyes drop to her breasts, and I don’t bother to try to stop the appreciative groan. “Christ, Skye, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She grins at me and runs her slippery palm over my cock. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

  I grab her face with my good hand and claim her mouth with a searing kiss. Words cannot describe what it feels like to have her in my arms again; it’s like that first breath of air after being held under water. Like your lungs crave oxygen, I crave her. I drag her to me to deepen the kiss.

  Fuck.

  Pulling back reluctantly, I grit my teeth against the pain in my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized I had used my left arm to pull her closer.

  “Shit, Gabe, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

  I shake my head and breathe through the pain until it dissipates. “It’s not your fault, I just got a little overzealous.” She squeezes my cock, and I hiss in a breath. “Because you keep doing that.”

  She grins, releases my dick, and drops to her knees. Water flows over my shoulders, down my stomach, and streams off my erection toward her face. Her wide eyes lock with mine with clear intent. She leans forward and slides her tongue along the underside of my cock from root to tip.

  “Fucking Christ, Skye.”

  Heat flames across my skin, and she licks around the head of my cock, over my piercing, and back again, teasing me mercilessly. I want nothing more than to thrust forward and bury myself down her throat, but I manage to find a modicum of restraint. It has been way too fucking long since something felt this good, and I’m not going to ruin it by taking charge when she’s so obviously enjoying working me over at this torturously slow pace.

  With a fucking adorable little hum, she sucks the head into her mouth. Just. The. Fucking. Head. Then she does some sort of rollercoaster tongue roll maneuver along the bottom edge, right along that spot that drives me insane.

  My hands tighten in her hair, and I can’t stop the strangled groan or desperate plea from leaving my mouth. “Please…Skye…fuck…just…”

  Her eyes dance with amusement and lust. She has never been sexier or more beautiful.

  “Christ, I love you.”

  That must have been the right thing to say, because, without any warning, she sucks my cock into her hot mouth and so far down her throat, I swear to God, the head practically reaches her stomach. She hums and moans around my hard flesh, sending vibrations shooting along my shaft and up my spine.

  I’m going to come.

  It’s only been a fucking minute and I’m already ready to blow.

  If I wasn’t so lost to the bliss of her mouth sucking and sliding along my cock, I might be embarrassed by the fact that I’m going to bust a nut quicker than a high school freshman. Although right now, I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if the world was crumbling down around us as long as she keeps doing what she’s doing.

  When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and begins twisting up on every withdrawal of her mouth, I know it’s a fucking lost cause to hold back any longer.

  The telltale tingle of my impending orgasm starts at the base of my spine, and I tug on her hair to get her to look up at me. I want her eyes locked with mine when I come down her fucking throat.

  That animal heat is back in Gabe’s eyes. He holds me captive with his gaze, and his hands, as his orgasm nears.

  Having his hard cock in my mouth is better than any wine or booze I’ve ever tasted. I crave his release as much as he does, because knowing I’m the one who does this to him is the greatest compliment he could ever give me.

  His breathing speeds up, his body tenses, and his dick bulges against my tongue. I suck harder and swirl my tongue along the underside, concentrating on the back of the head in that spot that makes him a fucking madman.

  He pulls my head toward him, forcing his cock further down my throat while still maintaining his controlling gaze and then roars as he empties himself. I swallow every spurt of hot cum and hum, knowing the vibrations will only drag his orgasm out further. He comes longer and harder than even I thought possible, his eyes eventually rolling back in his head and closing in bliss.

  When his body finally stops spasming, he releases his grip on my hair, clutches his abdomen, and wobbles slightly. He slams his palm flat against the tile wall to steady himself while the other continues to hold his center. He opens his eyes and finds mine.

  Damn. That look.

  If I were wearing any panties, they would have melted off the moment his eyes locked with mine again.

  Instead of looking satisfied, his stare screams that he’s about to do something really, really stupid considering he just got out of the hospital a day ago.

  “Gabe…” I rise to my feet and move toward him. His chest and abdomen heave, and my eyes fall on the angry, red puffy skin there, reminding me of his weakened state. I know he’s in pain. He didn’t come that hard without the muscles in his abdomen contracting. Maybe I shouldn’t have blown him like that, but I’ve missed him so much, and I just wanted him to feel good after all the anguish he’s been in for the past two weeks.

  I press my hand to the center of his chest, over his heart and just above the surgical site. “No, Gabe. Whatever you’re thinking, just no. It’s a bad, bad idea.”

  He growls and tugs my face to his, stopping my mouth a mere hairsbreadth from his. “I don’t care how much it hurts, I need to do for you what you just did for me. I need to be inside you.” His mouth descends on mine before I can reply, and his cock presses into my stomach, already hard again.

  Well, shit.

  His words cause my already wet core to clench. Having his cock in my mouth has my body primed and ready to go. But there’s no way in fucking hell I’m going to let him risk his health just so I can get off. Even the sensuous assault on my mouth won’t convince me to set aside the very real danger to him.

  I break away from his mouth. “No, you cannot and will not try to fuck me right now, Gabe.”

  Humor glints in his eyes and he grins. “You’re right, I’m not going to try, I’m going to actually fuck you.”

  With a scowl, I push away and step back, out of his immediate reach.

  Fuck, it’s cold over here out of the water.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  His eyebrow quirks up. “Are you seriously saying no right now? Don’t try to deny you want me.”

  “Jesus, Gabe, that isn’t the issue. Of course I want you to fuck me. I want you to shove me against the tile and pound into me from behind until I fucking scream and beg you to stop, but it’s not going to happen. Not today, and not anytime soon. Did you forget you just got shot and had major surgery to remove a fucking organ? You need to get better, and sex is not in the cards.”

  He growls deep and low, like a wild animal giving off a warning. “Do you really expect me to be okay with not getting you off after you just made me come harder than a freight train?

  Saying this is going to fucking kill me.

  “Yes. And if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m getting out.”

  The anger boiling inside him reflects in his hard eyes. He’s pissed. It’s probably a huge slap in the face for me to deny him sex, but it’s for his own good.

  “Well? Are you going to behave, or do I need to leave?”

  Ha! Behave is not a word I would normally associate with Gabe.

  I have little confidence in his willpower right now.

  He closes his eyes and takes a breath. I’m sure he tries to hide it, but I catch the slight wince and crinkling around his eyes. Deep breaths
don’t exactly feel good after having your abdomen sliced open.

  When he opens them again, he gives me a small, tight smile. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

  I step forward, returning to the hot spray and Gabe. The sadness and longing in his loving gaze actually makes my heart ache. “I’m sorry.”

  “I told you to stop apologizing.”

  To avoid the pain in his eyes, I turn my attention to lathering up the soap in my hands. “I know. Now, turn around so I can wash your back.”

  He hesitates briefly before turning and letting the water hit his face and chest, giving me access to his strong, muscular back. I rub my palms across the taut flesh, working my way down to his tight ass then his long, powerful legs.

  Gabe really is beautiful—a true work of art. The myriad of tattoos on his tan skin only add to the splendor of his form and accent every dip and valley of his toned muscles.

  My pussy clenches again. I want his cock more than I want air right now, but I need to keep it together and be strong for both of us, ‘cause Lord knows, if I even hint at a crack in the armor, he will take advantage of my weakness.

  The next few weeks are going to be a real struggle for both of us.

  Skye is trying to kill me. I’m one hundred percent confident of that now. There’s no other explanation for why she tortured me with her mouth and hands in the shower and wouldn’t let me even touch her.

  I contemplate the situation as she towels me off. Her breasts sway, and I bite back a growl. My cock starts to harden again. How that’s even possible after she sucked me off and then jerked me off is beyond my comprehension.

  She glances at my semi and then up at my face. “Damn baby, keep that thing in control.”

  I bend down and nip at her collarbone, and she laughs and pulls away, moving behind me to dry off my back.

  “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?” The towel moves across my skin in slow circular motions, and fuck, it feels incredible.

  Shit.

  I totally forgot to tell her about my conversation with Savage. She distracted me with the promise of finally being clean and with orgasms.

  “Savage came to see me today.”

  Her hand stops midstroke, and she steps around in front of me again. Trepidation mars her beautiful face. “What did he say?”

  “That he thinks I’m a manwhore—”

  She growls. “Fucking asshole!”

  “And that I am not good enough for you—”

  Her lip curls and she clenches her fists. “Fucking prick!”

  “But that he thinks we are perfect together.”

  It takes a couple seconds, but her eyes eventually snap up to meet mine. “Wait, what?”

  I grin at her and pull her into me for a short, sweet kiss. “He is okay with us being together.”

  The confusion she’s no doubt experiencing is understandable. Savage made his feelings about us very clear from the moment he found out. Considering his temper and the way he tends to hold on to grudges, I hadn’t expected this change of heart either.

  Maybe it’s Dani and the fact he’s going to be a father soon that ultimately led him to accept our relationship. Whatever it was, I don’t care. I’m not stupid enough to think our friendship will remain unaffected by this. We still lied to him and went behind his back. The sting of betrayal will linger there for a while, maybe forever. But, this is a huge step toward mending what was broken by our actions.

  I just hope Skye can forgive Savage for his knee-jerk reaction and the things he said when he wasn’t thinking clearly or considering the repercussions.

  “But why? What happened that he all of a sudden decided he no longer wanted to strangle you with his bare hands?”

  Good question.

  I chuckle and pull her to me. “To be honest, I’m not completely sure. He still seemed pissed when he got here, and I thought for sure he was going to tell me he wanted me out of the business. He said he had seen you leave this morning and asked if we were together now. I told him yes, and I was pretty confident there would be physical violence.” Skye chuckles and buries her face in my chest, wrapping her arms around me.

  “Then he insulted me a few times, and I was ready to kick him out. But then it was like a switch flipped or something. He started telling me what a great friend I’d always been to him and how he trusted me with his life and Dani’s.” She squeezes me gently and places a kiss over my heart.

  “And then he said if you had to be with someone, he was glad it was me.”

  Skye pulls back and her brow wrinkles. “That’s it? That’s all he said?”

  I shrug and then wince when pain shoots through my shoulder. She watches me intently. I know she saw that, but I’m not going to let her dwell on every time something hurts me by giving it voice. “Basically, yeah. He said that, then left.”

  Her brow furrows. “Huh…well, it doesn’t sound like he’s thrilled. It sounds more like he’s resigned to the idea.”

  “I’ll take that over fury or a freeze-out any day.”

  It will take time to rebuild the friendship and trust I had with Savage, but at least the door is open now.

  She sighs. “I guess. Do you think I should go talk to him?”

  I shake my head and tilt her chin up so I can press my lips to hers. “Give him some time. He’ll talk to you when he’s ready.”

  Instead of answering me, Skye responds by smashing her lips against mine fiercely.

  I guess she’s happy about this turn of events.

  My cock twitches between us, and she moans into my mouth before she pulls away and looks down at it.

  “You are killing me slowly, you know.” Her eyes move up to meet mine, and I smirk. “How long do I have to wait until I can be inside you?”

  Two fucking weeks.

  It has been fourteen agonizing days since I asked Skye when I could fuck her again, and it will be another fourteen before we hit the four week timeline she’d laid out.

  Epic. Fucking. Torture.

  While I’ve passed the time recovering and trying to figure out ways to rebuild my shaky friendship with Savage, Skye has spent it tormenting me with her sweet ass, hot mouth, and stunning tits.

  I haven’t officially asked her to move in with me yet, but it’s only a formality at this point. She hasn’t wanted to leave me after the whole hallway incident, even though I’ve quickly regained my strength and my pain level has dropped off drastically. I know she’s just being overly cautious and protective of me, but Christ, I just need to fuck her already.

  My aching cock can’t take it anymore and neither can my pride. The woman won’t even let me get her off like I want to, as if going down on her is going to somehow impede my recovery. At least I’ve gotten to feel her wet cunt squeeze and clasp my fingers when she comes on my hand. If she wouldn’t have let me do that, I think I would have gone insane and just pinned her down by now.

  And that’s exactly what I plan on doing the moment she walks through that fucking door. I’m done waiting to be with her. The doctor told me four to six weeks after surgery and we are at almost four. I’m not one hundred percent yet, but a seventy-five percent fuck is better than a zero fuck.

  The door opens, and she yelps when she finds me sitting in the chair facing the door, waiting for her. “Fuck, Gabe, you scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here? I thought you were going into the office today?”

  I rise from the chair and approach her slowly. “I did, but Savage is still kind of avoiding me and only speaking to me when it’s absolutely essential, so it makes being there a little awkward. Plus, every time I sit in my office chair, all I can see is you touching your wet cunt on the couch while I jerked off. I swear my office still smells like your fucking orgasm.”

  A red flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks just as I finally stop mere inches from her. “Jesus—”

  The word tumbles from her lips but I don’t give her time to finish the thought. I tug her against me and crush my mouth t
o hers, pushing everything into the kiss I’ve been wanting for the last month.

  Her lips move against mine, pushing, biting, nipping.

  Fuck yes.

  My hands tighten on her ass and yank her against my throbbing cock. I slide my tongue along her lips, begging for entrance and praying she won’t stop this.

  She jerks away and holds a hand up. “Wait!”

  Oh, come the fuck on.

  “No, Skye. No more waiting. It’s been almost a month. I feel fine—better than fine. But if I don’t bury myself in you right now, I’m not going to be fine much longer.”

  Her blue eyes are a turbulent mix of desire and concern. She wants this just as much as I do, and if she says she doesn’t, she’s a fucking liar.

  “Stop treating me like I’m glass and I’m going to fucking break. You have made me come more times than I can count the last two weeks, let me do the same for you, with my cock, not my fucking hand.”

  She shudders at my words, and I can almost physically see the moment she lets go of her worry and starts thinking as my girlfriend and not my fucking nurse.

  Shit, she is my girlfriend, isn’t she?

  I haven’t called anyone my girlfriend since high school. Instead of making me feel queasy, and like I want to take the next plane out of here, it actually feels right and makes me want to fuck her even more.

  Without hesitation, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her, hauling her up my body until she wraps her legs around my waist. Momentary fear clouds her eyes, but before she can ask if she hurt me, I slam my lips to hers in a commanding kiss meant to tell her that her reservations are completely unwarranted.

  Every step I take toward my bedroom causes my cock to rub against her pussy and clit. The wet heat seeps through her scrubs and my sweatpants. I groan against her mouth and lower her to the bed, trying to hide the slight discomfort it causes in both my shoulder and abdomen.

  Either I hide it well or she doesn’t care at this point, because she clasps the back of my head, dragging my mouth back down to hers while her feet, still hooked around my back, yank my cock back against her core. I pull back from her kiss because there’s something I need to say before I lose myself in her.