by Marie Skye
“Do you want to come?”
I nodded my head vigorously. “Look at me when you come. Look at me, the person that makes you feel good. Will always make you feel good. I’ll make you hurt in a way that leaves you begging for more.”
With those last words, I came. I came so fucking hard, with my eyes steeled to his. Hawkins just branded me, and I willingly took it.
Fourteen
Gwen
“What’s that look you’re doing?”
I glanced up at Sheerah. “What look?”
She studied me closer. “I don’t know…you have a look. A happy look.”
I smiled as I finished wiping off the countertop. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yep. That’s the look. What’s his name?”
I smiled again as I turned away. “Nobody, leave me alone.”
“Yeah right. Fine. Lie to me. I don’t care, but I’ll find out one way or another.” I smiled to myself. Some things, I just needed to keep to myself a little bit longer.
"Damn, break me off a piece of that," Sheerah whispered. I looked up, expecting Hawkins. It wasn't Hawkins. But he was definitely attractive. He smiled as he strolled over to us.
"Gwen, right?" He knew my name.
"Yes."
"I thought that was you, I recognized you from the picture Grayson showed me." I stood staring at him. When he realized, I had no idea what he was talking about, he smiled bigger. "Ian Westwick. We had plans to get a drink."
I shut my eyes. "Oh! Right, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot."
"It's okay, if you need to reschedule..."
"Um..." This wasn't an actual date, was it? Surely one drink with the guy wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. And I suppose, I did make this, before Hawkins and I became an 'us.' I looked back at Ian. "It's fine. Where'd you want to go?"
* * *
Two hours later, I was still sipping on the same club soda, listening to Ian telling me about his job as a corporate lawyer. I smiled when appropriate, and contributed when necessary.
He finally sighed. "I really wanted to be a fireman."
I giggled. "Then, why didn't you?"
"My father thought it was wise to carry on with a reputable business plan. I wasn't allowed to have a decision in my life. Sometimes I feel like I still don't."
I stared at the condensation forming on my glass. "I can relate."
He reached for my hand on the table, and laced it with his and I tensed. If he noticed, he didn't take it into consideration. "You’re easy to talk to. I like that. I haven't had a good conversation with someone in a very long time. I'm glad Grayson set this up."
I smiled, not really sure what to say in return.
Fifteen
Hawkins
I took a deep breath as I knocked on the door, I'd planned on surprising Gwen at work, when Grayson asked me to stop by.
"It's open."
I turned the knob as I entered Grayson's office, all the while thinking that meeting him at his office after work hours was either good or bad. Seldom good.
"Sir."
He peered up at me from his desk, and motioned toward a chair in front of him. "I wanted to talk to you about a few things. Your interest in Gwen."
Grayson never bullshitted around. He always got straight to the point.
"Is it serious?"
I rubbed my day old facial hair. "It's new, just started. I don't even know what it is, but I want it to be something. I care about her. A lot."
I stared at Grayson, he stared back with his arms crossed. "You realize this puts you in a risky position with your job, right?"
I sighed. "I understand."
"Do you?"
"It doesn't have to."
"But it does, Hawkins! What's the number one rule? Emmalin's safety comes first! No matter what. That is your job. I'm either forced to relieve you of your duties, or tell Emmalin she can't hang out with Gwen anymore, because you're too busy trying to look after them both. And what happens if you were to slip? You were watching Gwen, when you should've had eyes on Emmalin? What then, Hawkins?"
He was right. I couldn't protect them both. But I had to prove him wrong. My eyes steeled into his. "I won't let you down, Grayson. You have my word."
He nodded. "I hope not. Because if something happens to Emmalin, I'll have a bullet in your brain, Hawkins. If I have any inkling you're fucking up, you're out. Am I clear?"
I held my head high. "Very, sir."
He nodded, then took a deep breath to calm himself. Emmalin was his life. He would literally do anything for her. She was his entire world, and if she wasn’t in it, Grayson wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He'd lost her not once but twice. And that was two, too many. "We'll be traveling really soon. You and Gwen are welcome to join us, as friends of course. Emmalin is not to know anything about it." And just like that, he switched from professional Grayson to personal Grayson.
"Of course."
He went back to his desk, before raising a brow, but not looking at me. "You can go."
I nodded as I got up quickly. I had only one person on my mind I had to go and see.
* * *
Half an hour later, I reached Gwen's job. She didn't know it but she and I were about to go on our first date.
"Feel free to sit wherever you like." A waitress smiled at me.
"Actually, I'm here for Gwen, I'm picking her up."
Her brows furrowed. "Oh, she left a few hours ago, on a date, to that restaurant across the street."
I looked across the street. "A date?"
She nodded smiling. "Yep! Lucky girl, he was dreamy."
I looked the girl up and down. She couldn't have been more than eighteen, fresh out of high school, if that. Probably had the latest boy bands on her wall. Were there still boy bands? I smiled. "Thank you."
I headed across the street, and was greeted immediately by the host. "Table for one?" I shook my head.
"I have a table right over there, but the gentleman will be leaving." Before she could respond, I headed over.
My jaw clenched, at seeing this cock fuck’s grubby hands laced with Gwen's. She looked up at me in shock as I stood over them, and quickly removed her hand from his.
"Hi!" Her voice came out squeakier than normal. I slid in next to her, not giving her a choice but to slide over. Before she could say anything, I seared my lips to hers. I didn't give a fuck who was watching. I was claiming my territory. I finally pulled back, and she was breathless. "Introduce me to your friend."
She appeared flustered, as if she forgot the cock fuck was in front of us. I smiled on the inside before turning to him, who's mouth was opened. I held out my hand, and he finally shook it.
"Hawkins."
He cleared his throat. "Um...I'm Ian..."
"I know who you are, and I don't care. However, there has been a misunderstanding. You see this fine hot piece of ass sitting beside me?" I pulled Gwen tighter against me. "She's mine. And if you ever touch her again, I'll kill you."
He looked between me and Gwen, before nodding and getting up. "Thank you for the talk, Gwen. He laid a fifty on the table. I had to give him props for at least paying for the drinks. As soon as he was gone, I turned to Gwen, who seemed to have shrunk.
"That wasn't what it looked like."
"No? So, you weren't on a date? Tell me, what part of 'you're mine' wasn't clear?"
She stared straight ahead. "Can we talk about this in private?"
I looked around the restaurant and grabbed her hand, taking her quickly to the car. I felt myself ticking the entire drive to my place. I was jealous. So, fucking jealous. Be kind, I told myself. Be kind, and gentle.
But, I knew that as soon as that door clicked, there was nothing gentle about what was about to happen.
The door barely shut before I had her up against it and she let out a gasp. “You went on a date with another man?”
She moaned as I started unbuttoning her blouse, and reached in and pinched h
er nipple through her bra. I pulled the cup of her bra down, eager for a taste, and she arched into me. “I forgot, I swear.”
I took her blouse off, followed by her bra. I made sure she didn’t have time to get self-conscious, like before. “You forgot, huh? Well, I think it’s time I made sure that you never forget again.” I pulled her skirt down, and I followed it. “I also think I need to remind you who you belong to.”
Before she could speak, I hooked one leg over my shoulder as I buried my face into her pussy. Her attempts to push me off were weak at best as she buried her hands in my hair, urging me on. I doubt I would’ve stopped even if she wanted me to. I inserted two fingers and curled up, massaging that tender spot, and I heard her hiss.
“Fuck! Hawkins, what is that?”
She tried pushing my head away, but I grabbed both wrists with my free hand and pinned them together as I continued to massage that spot. I sucked harder on her clit. I added a third finger, and pressed harder.
“Oh God! Hawkins, what is that?”
I blew on her clit as I kept up the roughness inside her. “Let it go, Gwen,” I whispered harshly against her, before tugging her clit between my teeth.
“I need to…”
“You need to come in my fucking mouth is what you need to do!” I sharply cut her off.
I felt her body tense as I shoved a fourth finger in her tight cunt. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and her breathing quickened as her hands tightened around my hair. She started to shake as her juices filled my mouth, and I sucked up every last bit of it. Fuck, she was good. She finally collapsed in my arms. Her eyes glazed over as I tucked a few strands of her hair away from her face.
She finally gazed up at me, face flushed. “Fuck me.”
My eyes narrowed. I wasn’t sure if she was being literal, or just in the frame of mind. My question was answered, when she reached for the fly of my pants. “Fuck me, Hawkins.”
I reached for her hands, stopping her. “Gwen, we don’t have to…”
“I want you!”
I grasped her face in my hands, and pulled her until we were almost touching. Did I want to fuck her? Fuck yeah, I did. I searched her eyes, looking for something, but all I saw was lust, and need. And fuck, I needed her.
She arched into me as I pulled her hard nipple into my mouth, then cried out as I bit down. Hard. I started to ease back, but her words stopped me.
“Take me.”
I peered up into her eyes. We both were breathing heavy. She bit her bottom lip. “Why?” I calmly asked her.
“You’re what I need.”
My eyes trailed down her body, over her soft curves, that no other man will ever see. I skirted my hand up her soft thigh, to the apex of her pussy, and she was fucking drenched. I teased her opening, and she let out a moan. “Is this what you need?” I asked her gruffly, my eyes shot back up to hers. Before she could nod, I thrusted in three fingers, and she hissed.
“I like making it hurt, before, I make it feel good, Gwen.” Her eyes stayed on me as my fingers moved in and out, and I used my thumb to slowly circle her tight nub. Her lips parted as a new wave of gush flooded my fingers. I used my other hand to finally unzip my pants and free my aching cock, that was fucking angry. “You need to take all of me, Gwen.”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. I grabbed a condom, and tore off the wrapper with my teeth, while still keeping a hand inside her. I leaned over, taking her nipple in my mouth, and she moaned, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I could feel her getting close. I finally withdrew my hand, and quickly put the condom on. I coated my dick with her wetness, and wrapped one of her legs around me, as I eased in. We both moaned, and I rested my head on her shoulder, trying to contain myself. “Fuck! How are you this fucking good?”
“Make me hurt,” she whispered against me.
Oh, I could make it hurt. And that set off a trigger within me. I sat us up against the wall, with her arms pinned above her, and my hand digging into her hip, that I was sure was going to bruise. She was restrained, and I was in control, which was exactly how I needed it. And right now, I needed it deep.
Sweat was dripping down both of us. My shirt was sticking to my body. “If you need me to stop, then tell me,” I growled in her ear. My thrusts were ruthless, but she took it. She gasped when I started to rub her clit, and I knew she was close when her eyes started to flutter. “Look at me. I want to see you when you come.”
Her eyes flew open, and I stilled the moment her pussy started squeezing my cock, and pushed up to feel all of her. Her cries of pleasure, made me smile. I continued rubbing her clit as my mouth crashed down on hers, and started chasing my own orgasm.
I finally laid us down on the floor. We lay there breathing heavily. "That is not how I expected our first time to go." Gwen finally spoke. Shit. Was I too rough? Before, I could apologize she spoke again.
"It was better. So much better." She peered over at me, eyes still wild, from that post orgasmic look. I wanted to see that look every single day.
I pulled her closer to me, which wasn't close enough. "I may have been a little out of control."
"I liked it. I'm starting to think I should make you jealous more often."
She yelped as I pinched her. "Watch it."
She snuggled closer, as she wrapped a leg around me. I wanted to take her to my bed, but we were so comfortable. "My plans were to take you on a date. Wine and dine you, and then bring you back to my place."
She laughed. "So, we're doing it backward, nothing wrong with that."
I groaned. "Yeah, but now I don't want to go out. I want you again, and again. I want to be selfish and keep you all to myself for a bit."
She softly sighed. "That sounds nice."
I reluctantly got us up, and disposed of the condom. "But first, we eat. We'll need our strength."
Sixteen
Gwen
I sat at the kitchen island, watching the muscles in Hawkins’s back move as he maneuvered over the stove at ease. Damn, he looked good. I could feel my cheeks flushing at the thought of what happened not less than ten minutes ago.
"How do you like your steak?"
Hawkins peered over his shoulder. It took me a second to meet his gaze, because I'd been caught ogling his ass. "My eyes are up here. I'm not just a piece of meat," he attempted to huff, which he failed at since he was smiling.
I bit my lip. "Medium, or medium well. Either or."
He nodded turning his attention back to the pan. "Good. Me, too. I like that we have things in common." He grabbed one plate, before finally coming over, and sitting next to me with the plate in front of him, and pulling me into his lap.
"We're sharing," he whispered in my ear. I watched as he cut into the piece of steak, and blew on it, before holding it up to my lips. He even made that look sexy. After I was done chewing, and he took his piece, I decided to ask him a question.
"I don't know that much about you."
I felt him slightly tense, as he scooped up some broccoli. "What would you like to know?"
"Well, your name?"
His brow furrowed. "You know my name."
I shook my head. "Your full name."
He slightly smiled. "Michaelson."
I swallowed the piece of broccoli. "Your name is Michaelson Hawkins?"
He took a sip of water. "My name is Hawkins Kyle Michaelson."
I looked down in embarrassment. "Oh. I thought Hawkins was your last name."
"It's an unusual name. My parents wanted something different I suppose." He shrugged.
"Food you hate."
He sighed. "It's not important."
"But, it's important to me."
He moved the plate out of the way, and stared at me a beat. "Mangos."
I threw my hands up. "See! What if I made you something with mangos in it?"
He shrugged. "I would still eat it, because you made it for me." Then his voice dipped. "But I won't like it as much as I like eating you."
My eye
s widened at his bluntness. "In fact," he slid the plate further, lifting me up with ease onto the table, and spreading my thighs apart. "I'm still hungry." My cheeks instantly warmed. We were quickly interrupted by a knock on the door, and we both froze.
"If we don't move, maybe they'll leave."
I covered my mouth as a giggle erupted. He gave me a stern look as he lifted my shirt over my head. The knock sounded again, and he muttered a curse. I wiggled off the table, and he scowled. "What are you doing?"
I snatched the shirt out of his hands, I pointed to the door. "You take care of that. I'll be back here."
"Don't put that shirt on!" he shouted back.
After two doors, I finally found his bedroom. It screamed 'I'm a man, I sleep here.' Everything was pristine from the stark white sheets, folded in perfect points in the corner, to the shoes, in their perfect position at the end of the bed. I walked over to his dresser. Even his hairbrush was in perfect order. I slightly moved the brush, and briefly wondered if he would notice. I stopped at the cologne, that was next to the brush. Paco Rabanne 1 million. I spritzed a little, and closed my eyes at the scent. Yep, this was it. The scent that makes me start doing stupid things.
I looked back toward the door. I didn’t know how long he would be, and climbed into bed. I felt giddy, and raw, but most importantly, I felt new, and alive. Blake never made me feel this way, and I hated that my thoughts even turned to him, while I was in another man’s room, but it was true. I felt something for Hawkins. What? I didn’t know yet, but it was something. I climbed under the blanket and waited.
Seventeen
Hawkins
“The fuck are you doing here?” I gritted out.
She laughed haughtily as she placed her hand on my chest, and I pushed her away, and quickly shut the door behind me, moving us away from the door.
“Answer me!”