RELEASE: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by Naomi West

  She let out a soft gasp of a moan and kissed along his neck. His mouth was back on hers, moving fervently as the passion increased.

  He caressed her breasts and ran his hand along her thigh. She tightened her legs around his middle. She could feel how hard he was and it made her hotter. She’d never wanted anyone like she wanted him right now.

  He pressed his hand down and rubbed between her legs. Then she remembered the baby sleeping not more than four feet away. She glanced at him, but he was fast asleep still.

  Hawk reached up and pulled her top over her head. In nothing but a bra, he stopped to look over her. “God you’re hot.” He kissed along her neck and down her chest. Then he reached back and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the floor.

  He cupped her breasts and sucked her nipples. His fingers trailed along her stomach, sending shivers over her skin. She dug her hands into his hair and reached down to pull his shirt up and over his head. Every one of his muscles bulged and shone in the light of the dining room table. She ran her fingers along his smooth back, feeling all the curves of his torso.

  She moved her hand down to grab him over his jeans. He moaned and hurried to unbutton her pants. He pulled down the zipper of her pants and tugged them off. They hit the floor and he moved to unzip his own jeans.

  His erection flew out of his boxers. She grabbed him again, feeling the hot smooth skin of his sex. He moaned and let her touch him for a moment, then grabbed her ass and pulled her forward. She was sitting just on the edge of the table, the perfect height for him. He positioned himself over her, dipped in once to cover himself in her wetness and pushed inside her with one deep move.

  She cried out loudly, and he covered her mouth with his hand. She licked at his fingers and sucked until he removed his hand.

  The muscles of his tight ass moved under her hand as he pounded in and out of her. With each thrust in deeper, she felt ready to burst. He put one hand at the back of her neck and one on her back, pulling her closer with each move. He slammed into her, bringing her closer still.

  “Are you close?” he breathed in her ear.

  She couldn’t admit now that she’d never had an orgasm from sex. “I think so.”

  “You think so?” He laughed once.

  He reached his hand down to rub circles over her clit. The sensation of his touch while he pounded inside her pushed her over the edge and she came. Harder and longer than she ever had in her life. She bit her lip and tried to keep quiet, but a few moans escaped her throat.

  “That’s more like it,” he said. He sped up and after a few more deep thrusts groaned and stopped.

  They breathed in and out together in tandem. She looked over to see that Damian hadn’t been disturbed at all.

  “Let’s put this kid to bed,” he said, biting playfully along her neck. “Then I’ll put you to bed.”

  Chapter 12

  Alexa picked up the baby, and cradled him against her naked chest. Hawk followed her into the nursery and watched as she lay him in the crib. He shifted slightly and fell right back asleep.

  She took a step back from the crib, planning to turn and leave the room quietly. But Hawk pulled her to him, both still naked and hot, still damp with sweat. He kissed her again, hard, and took her by the hand to pull her into his bedroom.

  “So, was that any less underwhelming?” he asked as he closed the door behind them.

  She recalled the orgasm. Maybe the best one of her life. “Much less.”

  “Good.”

  He kissed her, holding her as he walked them backward toward the bed. He picked her up and dropped her down on the bed. He was hard again already. She could still feel his juices leaking from her but he was ready to go, and as he kissed along her neck and chest again, she flushed once more. She’d never done it twice in a row like this.

  He turned her to the side and climbed over her. His hard cock rubbed against her clit as he teased her nipples. It didn’t take long before she found herself reaching down to put him inside her.

  He moaned in pleasure when she did and paused above her. “You feel so good.”

  “So do you.”

  This time, he moved slower and softer. He took his time, circling her nipple with his fingers and tongue, kissing every inch of her that he could reach, all the while keeping a steady in and out rhythm. She didn’t know which was better, the hard pounding he’d given her in the dining room, or this soft and sweet lovemaking. They felt good in different ways. The first more animalistic, like they would tear each apart trying to get him deeper inside her. But this felt more genuine and intimate like he wanted something more than just the touch of her body against his.

  He kept things going a long while. They switched positions, her on her side with him behind. He draped her leg over his and ran his hands all over her body. His fingers rubbed and flicked her clit. From this position, he wasn’t as deep, but he hit a different spot inside her. He moved again to put her on her stomach. From behind, he was able to fit in her deeper than any other position.

  He twisted his fingers into her hair and tugged gently while he thrust into her. He sped up and she felt some of the animal in him coming back. He groaned and slammed in hard. She came again and cried out, and seconds later so did he. She could feel his pulse in his dick as he stayed inside her for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow.

  “I could keep going all night.”

  “I don’t know how you do it,” she said, breathless. “I can barely move.”

  “Good.” He laughed and kissed her. “I’m going to get a quick shower. You just stay here, don’t move.”

  The door to the bathroom closed and the water started. Alexa lay there in his bed, her head swimming. Emotions flooded over her. Everything had felt so good. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She let out a deep, contented sigh.

  But now she had a huge problem. Where would they go from here? She was still investigating him and she couldn’t lose sight of that. He’d given her a few little pieces of information. Nothing major, but it did seem less and less like he was involved. She couldn’t be absolutely sure until she found out who had killed Hugh. And until she talked to Hawk about what happened with his dad. There was a real possibility that she’d just slept with a killer.

  She tried to put the hard facts out of her mind and think about how he’d been. Sweet and caring and interested. Or was it all just a game? His way to get her talking, to break her down and make her vulnerable so she’d sleep with him?

  She got up and found her clothing in the dining room. She dressed quickly, grabbed her purse from its spot by the front door, and quietly slipped out. She unlocked her own door, feeling like she hadn’t been there in days. Boxes still sat needing her attention. She walked past them and into her own bedroom to think.

  Before she could decide whether or not to approach Hawk again she needed to know what she wanted. Did she want a relationship with him? Did she want to sleep with him again? Could she keep watching Damian after this? There were simply too many conflicting desires and questions without answers.

  Chapter 13

  Hawk shut off the water, standing for a moment in the steam, letting drops fall from his hair to the tiled floor. She was everything he’d hoped for but it had also confirmed his fears - she was the relationship type. He tried to shake it off for the time being and convinced himself he might as well enjoy whatever they had now, in this moment.

  He stepped out of the shower and breathed in the scent of his clean towel before rubbing it all over his body. He wrapped it around his waist and prepared to go back into his bedroom. When his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, he saw an empty bed. She must’ve gotten up to check on Damian or get a drink or something. He dropped his towel and pulled on fresh boxers, then walked down the hall. Damian’s door was mostly closed. He stuck his face in, saw his little chest moving up and down, and continued into the kitchen.

  The light was off and so was the light in the dining room. “Alexa?” he said softly.

>   He paused, listening for movement, but there was nothing. He glanced at the front door. Her purse was gone. She’d left. He walked over to the window that faced her house and sure enough, her bedroom was light on. As he watched, it clicked off. Her house stayed dark.

  So, she’d decided to leave while he was in the shower and go home. He breathed a sigh of relief. This meant no relationship. Staying the night, waking up together, that was a relationship thing. That was a boyfriend, girlfriend thing. People who only slept together didn’t need to spend the night. That was one of the benefits of not having those strings.

  He went back to his bedroom and slid into bed but all the same her absence stung. He pushed those thoughts aside. He’d wanted to bang her and he had. He’d wanted nothing more than to sleep with her and have her be Damian’s babysitter, and that’s all she was. And that’s all she was going to be.

  It didn’t matter what she did or where she slept. She was just his neighbor. A nosy neighbor always asking him questions, sure, but one that had become indispensable to Damian.

  His phone vibrated on his bedside. He picked up his phone. The text wasn’t from Alexa, though. It was from Jared.

  “Hey man. At a gated. Need some help. Got a few?”

  Hawk blew out a breath and ran his hand through his damp hair. He loved these types of jobs. Sneaking past a gate in the middle of the night to get a car was the sort of challenge he enjoyed and it always gave him a thrill. But he had the baby and now he had a weird thing with the babysitter.

  He punched the bed beside him. “Fuck!” Less than an hour after they were done, and screwing her was already causing problems. He couldn’t call her now. It would seem desperate. It would seem like so much more than what it was. He need the job, though, bad.

  He texted Jared back, “Yeah, but I have the baby. If you can sit in the car with him, I can get the car.”

  “Fine.” He sent the address.

  Hawk got dressed and carefully went into Damian’s room to prepare some things. He grabbed the diaper bag and gently lifted the baby into the car seat. He stirred, then resettled.

  Hawk got him into the car and drove to the location. Damian hadn’t woken up. Hopefully he would stay asleep the whole time. He wondered for a moment if Alexa had seen him leaving. When he pulled up, he saw Jared standing against his tow truck.

  “Hey,” Hawk said, nodding at him.

  “Hey. No way of getting the truck in. They won’t cooperate.”

  “That just makes it that much more fun, then.” He nodded to the car. “Damian is asleep in the back. Just stay with him? I’ll bring the car out and you can tow it the rest of the way and I’ll drive my car home.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Thanks for coming out.”

  “I miss these middle of the night jobs sometimes. Wish I could do more of them.”

  Jared turned and pointed. “That’s her, right there.”

  Through the gate, Hawk could see the black Dodge Charger. He smiled. “Might have to take that one for a joy ride after lifting it.”

  “If you get it out for me, you can do whatever you want,” Jared said.

  Hawk looked over the gate. There were spotlights on it, and likely someone was watching, especially if Jared had tried to get in through the gate.

  “You have papers?” Hawk asked.

  “Yup. Guy at the gate said that didn’t mean he had to let me in.”

  Hawk nodded. Sometimes they were jerks like that. Or maybe the owner of the Charger knew what was coming and had paid him. There was a chance the guy at the gate might have called the owner to put him on alert if it was a situation like that. He didn’t see any lights on in the house though which was a good sign.

  He checked his pockets for his tools. This car would have an electronic alarm system that would go off. Luckily, he had a device that would jam the signal and stop it from making any noise. Hawk stepped back, then ran at the gate. It was metal bars between brick columns. Easy enough to grab on and get up if you had the upper body strength and momentum. He got to the top, flipped his leg over while glancing around to see if anyone might be watching, then dropped down on the other side.

  He ran to the car and turned on the device that would stop the alarm. Then he wedged the door open around the window and stuck his slim jim down to unlock it. He looked around one more time before yanking open the door. When he did, he noticed a sticker on the back window of the Charger. It was round, a black circle edged in white, with a knife blade cutting through it. A bolt of lightning was in the background.

  A sudden flashback hit him. The night Hugh died Hawk had gone over to his place after working late. They did this often. The brothers would just sit and hang, drink a beer or two, and maybe watch some crappy movie on late.

  That night, Hawk pulled up outside Hugh’s around 3 a.m. after finishing a few jobs. He’d pulled up and seen someone jump into a car parked half a block up the street and take off in a hurry. The speed had caught his eye first, then the car. A Dodge Charger was unusual, especially in the ghetto. Who in their right mind would drive such a fancy expensive car into drug central? As it had driven off, Hawk watched it go and noticed the sticker. It’d stuck in his mind because he’d wondered about it. Was it a gang symbol or something?

  He’d gone inside after that and found his brother dead on the floor of his living room, gunshot to his head. Damian was upstairs, crying. He’d gone up and gotten the baby, then called the cops. He sat on the front porch in shock, rocking Damian, waiting for police to arrive. Of course, being the one to find him, he was automatically a suspect. He’d gone through all sorts of questioning and mentioned the car. The person interviewing him, some detective’s assistant, had made a note of it, but he never heard anything again. The gang excuse was bull. Hugh was never into any gang and if they didn’t have a specific person to pin it to it made it all seem like just another cover up. Or that the police didn’t want to admit they couldn’t figure it out.

  Hawk had often thought back to that night and wondered about that car. Now he was staring at it. He snapped back to reality when a light in the house flicked on.

  He hopped inside the car and used his tool to get the ignition key casing off, then stuck his screw driver in. The car started loudly and Hawk left the lights off as he hurried to pull out of the driveway. No one came out of the house. Almost like they wanted the car gone. That just raised his suspicion even more. Had they turned on the light to make sure the car was gone?

  When he got through the gate he paused and took out the registration. He took a picture of it with his phone. If he ever talked to Alexa again, maybe she could help him out. Didn’t PIs have a way to run plates and that sort of thing? She must have some sort of access to a criminal database or a police hook up. Something that would give him some more information.

  This couldn’t be a coincidence. There weren’t two black Chargers in this town that happened to have the same sticker. This was the car that had been outside Hugh’s the night he was killed. And the guy who ran to it might have been the one who killed his brother.

  Hawk felt sick and determined at the same time. He pulled the car around to where Jared stood outside Hawk’s car, looking in on the baby. Hawk snapped another picture of the house from outside the gate, then of the license plate. The house was dark again.

  “Everything okay?” Jared asked.

  “Yup. I just think I saw this car before. No big deal. Thanks for calling me.”

  “Thanks for getting it.” Jared fished his keys out of his pocket and started up his truck.

  Hawk watched him back it up, placing the lift in just the right spot before raising it. The front tires lifted off the ground. The guy was a real pro at that. Must’ve done it a hundred times a month.

  “I’ll cut you a check when I get paid.”

  Hawk nodded and watched him drive off. He looked in the car to make sure Damian was still sleeping, then back up at the house. He wanted to climb back over the gate, break in, and strangle whoever was insid
e for answers.

  But he couldn’t do things like that. He had Damian to take care of and a probation officer that would be extra hard on him if he was arrested for anything. Doing his job was risky enough, but his PO was onboard with it since it was steady income, so long as he didn’t cross any lines. Breaking and entering, assault, and murder would obviously send him away for life. And what would become of Damian, then?

  Hawk got into his car, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, and drove off. He’d call Alexa tomorrow. Even though she hadn’t planned to come over to watch the baby, he would suck it up and ask for a favor. After all, he hadn’t been the one to fuck her then run while she was in the shower. He hadn’t done anything to piss her off. In his mind, she owed him.

  Chapter 14

  Alexa’s phone rang and she picked it up. She glanced out her window. Hawk’s car wasn’t sitting out, but he usually kept it in the garage. It was daylight, so there were no lights on in his house. No way to know if he was home or not. She hadn’t decided yet what she was going to do, but she answered anyway. It could be concerning Damian.