Prowler: Forsaken Ones MC

by Leah Wilde

  I was growing so hard with each thrust. My skin strained to contain my erection. I could feel every inch of her sliding along my shaft. She was so tender and warm, so wet and inviting. She was so tight. Her muscles gripped me like fingers, and she kept squeezing with each thrust, until she was crying out on the desk and gasping for breath.

  She squeezed me and pushed herself back against me. I felt her shaking beneath me.

  “I’m coming, Hawk. Oh God, I’m coming,” she started almost chanting. She reached a little hand back and grabbed one of my hands on her hip.

  I pulled back, and her body shuddered beneath me.

  She whined like she had in bed the night before. I felt her grabbing me with her lips, trying to hold me inside her.

  I slid back in, slowly, and I could feel the ridge on the bottom of my shaft running against her front wall. I felt her quiver around me as her ecstasy continued to enrapture her.

  I pulled back again and pushed in all the way, sliding myself in all the way down to the base of my shaft.

  I looked down and watched myself as I exited her and entered again. I watched the way her flesh wrapped around me. I could feel my orgasm growing deep within and climbing up my shaft. It wouldn’t be long before I released myself.

  I rocked my hips against her, and she pulled herself forward, pulling away from me.

  I reached for her, trying to grab her and pull her back. She turned around and slid onto the desk, opening her legs wide to let me back inside her tight little hole. She held herself up with one arm planted firmly behind her on the desk. The other hand reached for my shoulder and pulled me to her.

  She looked at me with something more than desire in her eyes and a smile on her face as she pulled me back into her.

  I looked down at her sex, spread open before me on the edge of my desk. She was so tender and beautiful. It made me want to wrap my arms around her and take her gently and with care. But no, I wasn’t about to do that. I was going to test her limits before it was all said and done, and part of that was seeing how much she could take with me pummeling her on the side of my desk.

  I pushed her down as I entered her again. She pushed my laptop to the side as she lay back. I grabbed her dress and continued to push it up, past her little perky tits and pointing, hard nipples. I let the dress rest at her shoulders and gripped her tits as I thrust myself into her.

  She moaned and looked at me with satisfaction in those deep green eyes of hers. She bit her lip and writhed underneath me as I impaled her on my shaft. She reached up and ran her hands along my arms.

  “Damn, you feel good,” she moaned. “You feel so good, Hawk. Give it all to me.”

  The sound of her voice, heavy with desire, pushed me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

  I squeezed her tender breasts under my hands and pushed myself deep into her. I held myself in and looked down at her flowing red hair over her fair skin. I could feel myself getting closer, about to erupt inside her. I pulled back, sliding myself out, and I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes.

  I took myself in my hand and stroked myself until I emptied myself on the delicate skin below her belly button. My orgasm forced itself up through my shaft suddenly, sending a shooting sensation of pleasure through me as my muscles worked themselves under my grip.

  “That’s it, baby,” she said, welcoming my seed on her skin. She slid her hands up and down her sides, running her little fingers over her nipples so I could watch as she arched her back and writhed on my desk.

  “You like to wear it?” I asked with a little growl in my voice.

  “I love to wear it,” she answered, and for some reason that word stuck out. It was pretty quick to be throwing words like love around, even if we were just talking about sex. I dismissed it as part of her game, but it didn’t sound like she was playing.

  “Well, maybe I’ll let you wear more of it later,” I teased as I reached over and pulled tissue out of the box on the corner of my desk.

  I handed to her and watched as she wiped me off of her. Watching the care she took with her petite fingers threatened to turn me on again for another round. What was with this woman? I couldn’t be within a couple of feet of her without wanting to sleep with her again. Her perfect body and independent attitude just made her irresistible.

  I grabbed a tissue and wiped off the last little bit dripping from my head. I tossed it in the trash next to my desk.

  “So, is that how it’s going to be?” she asked as she sat up and pulled her dress back down to cover herself. She closed her legs and pulled off her panties. She balled them up in her hand.

  “Is that how you want it to be?” I teased.

  “Be careful, lover boy, or you might not be able to get me to leave,” she teased as she slid off the side of the desk. “And besides, I need a change of clothes and some clean underwear.”

  “I can handle that,” I told her. “I can have the staff bring you new clothes, and I can give them your old clothes to clean.”

  “Really. Look at you,” she said, running a hand down my chest.

  “Just come back up to the room and let me send your current clothes down so they have your sizes.” I hoped she would think I was trying to be helpful instead of just trying to get her naked yet again.

  “Sounds like a plan.” Her eyes sparkled as she walked past me and through the door. Her face was glowing.

  This was a dangerous game we were playing, indeed, and it seemed like we both had a lot to lose if we gave in. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked behind her up to my room.

  Once upstairs and behind the double doors of my bedroom again, I watched as she stripped out of her dress again. Her body was immaculate perfection.

  “You can take a shower if you’d like,” I offered, gesturing to the bathroom. “I’ll have a shirt for you when you get out, and I’ll send your clothes down with my staff. It shouldn’t take too long to get replacements,” I assured her.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked me.

  “No, not at all.” The whole time I was skirting around what I really wanted to ask her, what I really wanted to tell her.

  I didn’t want her to leave. I knew she should, but I couldn’t help what I felt. Through all of our playful banter and smart-ass remarks, I felt like we were forging some sort of strange connection. I had never met anyone who matched my wit and challenged me the way she did. I wasn’t quite ready to let her go just yet.

  She grabbed her purse and took it into the bathroom with her. I sighed, watching her disappear behind the door.

  Once Felicity was in the bathroom with the water running, I gathered her clothes from the floor and walked them downstairs to the laundry room where I found my laundry lady and a member of my house security talking and smoking just outside the door.

  “Yes, sir,” my guard said, stepping in suddenly and standing at attention.

  “At ease, soldier,” I said with a laugh. “You’re a civilian. This isn’t the Army.”

  “Yes, sir,” he said, relaxing.

  “I’m just your boss, kid. Calm down.” I handed him Felicity’s clothes. “Look, I need you to go pick up some outfits for my guest. Her sizes are on the clothes I just handed you. Use those. She’s a fair skinned redhead, not quite pale. She has green eyes if that helps, but she apparently likes red as you can see by her bra and panties. Anyway, here’s the expense account.” I handed him my card and watched him blush as he looked at her small underwear.

  “I’m on it,” he said.

  “Right. Outfits and underwear. Matching sets for bra and panties.” I patted him on the shoulder and winked. “Oh, and let’s get those clothes cleaned,” I said as I walked away.

  Once she got out of the shower, I was going to see how long she intended to stay.

  Chapter Eight

  Felicity

  With the shower running, I had a moment to text Kleo. I’m alive. Might have found something in his email, but it’s encrypted.
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  I set my phone down on the counter and cracked the door to see if Hawk was still in the bedroom. I couldn’t tell where he had gone, but he was no longer in there. I looked where my clothes had been and saw they were gone, too. He must have taken them downstairs, I decided.

  Just then, my phone buzzed on the counter. It was a text from Kleo.

  Can you talk? she asked.

  She didn’t wait for a response before she called. Thank God I was alone upstairs.

  “Hello?” I answered quietly.

  “Hey, it’s good to hear you and know you’ve made it this far.” She laughed.

  “Yeah, but I’ve only got a minute to talk before he comes back up,” I told her.

  “Holy shit, Felicity! You’re still at his house?”

  “Where else would I be?” I asked my boss. “I’m still trying to figure out exactly where the diamond is.”

  “Have you found anything other than the email?” she asked.

  “Nope, but I sent them all to myself. It looked like only the emails from one sender were encrypted. I didn’t get to look long before he caught me snooping,” I told her.

  “How did you manage to get out of…? You know what? I don’t want to know. I’m just glad you’re okay. Can you forward me the emails? I can have someone go over them with encryption software and break them open,” she said.

  “Great. Yeah, I’ll send them as soon as we hang up. Then I’ve got to get off of here. I’m supposed to be in the shower,” I told her.

  “You know what I love about you, Felicity? You’re incredibly dedicated to your work. Just be careful not to get yourself into any trouble,” Kleo warned.

  “Please, that’s the only way I ever get anything done. And you know I’m right,” I joked.

  “Yeah, yeah. Just send me those emails and stay out of trouble. Keep checking in when you can.” She hung up.

  I quickly pulled up my email and forwarded everything over to her. I silenced my ringer and stuffed my phone back in my purse. I was surprised Hawk hadn’t come back yet. He must have found something else to do.

  I closed and locked the door before climbing into the shower.

  The hot water relaxed my tired, stressed muscles. I didn’t realize how stressful this job was until the water hit me. I had been on edge since the moment I walked into the club to meet Hawk. It had only gotten worse overnight and again this morning when he caught me snooping around.

  I closed my eyes against the hot water rushing over my body and let it relax me. Instead of running me off, he had taken me against his desk. He enjoyed challenging me. It seemed to excite him more whenever we went head to head, either with our wits or physically. I had underestimated him when I first made contact with him.

  I figured he would take me back to his place, screw my brains out, and leave me to my own devices overnight and in the morning before kicking me out. Instead, he let me share his bed. He was offering to buy clothes for me to wear and to clean my clothes for me. I didn’t get it. Was he going to ask me to stay longer? Did he really want more punishment from me?

  It had felt like he had wanted to say something else to me afterwards. There was something on his mind, and I wondered what it was. He didn’t seem like the kind of person who would hold back when it was time to say something, so it was odd for there to be something he wouldn’t say to me. I felt like I was starting to figure out what that something was, though.

  I didn’t want to admit to myself that it really seemed like he was going to ask me to stay or at least offer to let me stay if I wanted to. I wanted to get something back out of those emails and go so I could plan on how I was going to steal that diamond. The longer I stayed, the more I risked blowing the whole operation.

  The hot water in the shower was no longer relaxing. It was just hot as I bathed myself quickly. I didn’t want to take too much longer and risk him coming back while I was still in the shower. I needed to get myself back together. I needed to compose myself for him and put my game face back on before he saw me with my guard down.

  My body seemed to be getting me more than I had bargained for out of this deal. It happened occasionally. I would sometimes get admirers who just couldn’t take a hint. It seemed that Hawk was going to become one of those admirers, and I wasn’t equipped to turn him down. I couldn’t resist the man. I didn’t want to resist the man. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I wanted that damn diamond I was supposed to be stealing from him.

  As I turned off the water and opened the shower door, I looked down at my purse, with my phone inside it. I could have just disappeared off the face of the earth and never reached back out to Kleo. At that point, standing in his bathroom, dripping wet, it would have been easy to just let go of her and my old life, and just give up on the mission to steal the diamond from him and his MC.

  It wasn’t that serious yet, so the best thing to do was to get what information I could from him and help her find the diamond. The Gold Diamond was priceless, which meant we could get as much as we wanted for it. I just had to stay the course and get it for her first.

  I grabbed a towel and dried myself. As I rubbed the towel against my skin, however, I could still imagine his big, firm hands with their soft skin rubbing on my body, probing around my breasts and under my ass.

  “Yeah, I need to get out of here,” I told myself with a laugh.

  With the towel wrapped around my body just under my arms, I peeked out the door again and looked around the room. I was still alone.

  I left the bathroom door cracked so I could watch the bedroom door for Hawk while I grabbed my phone to see if Kleo had said anything back to me yet.

  It’s not encryption. It’s code, she texted.

  What does that mean? I asked. And why hadn’t I seen that? I had cracked codes before when I was working on my own. I shook my head. I was out of practice and distracted.

  It means it’s going to be harder to crack. I’ve got a guy, though. I’ll send it over to him. It may take a few days, she responded.

  What am I supposed to do in the meantime? I asked. I didn’t like the way this was going. Or maybe I did like it, just a little too much.

  Hang around if he’ll let you, she messaged back.

  I sighed. “Great. The longer I’m here, the harder this is going to get,” I said to my phone, as if Kleo could hear me talking.

  If he won’t let you stay in the house, hang around him or the MC, she messaged. She was giving me the opportunity to get away from him and watch from some distance.

  “Got it, I messaged her back. Then, I took a deep breath and added, Will try to stay here. There’s something here. I knew there was some piece of information that would help me find the diamond in Hawk’s house.

  BE CAREFUL, she texted back.

  I laughed and put my phone away again. It was good to break the tension. I knew that staying put me in danger and put the job in jeopardy, especially if he continued making sexual advances. I was able to see past it all so far, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before shit got complicated.

  I didn’t do complicated well, and I didn’t want to just jump ship in the middle of the gig.

  “You got this,” I said to the wet-haired woman staring at me in the mirror. We shared a smile and a wink, and I walked back into his bedroom.

  I walked around the bed, running my hand along the edge of it. There was no shirt laid out waiting for me.

  “Dammit, Hawk, you were supposed to leave me a shirt out,” I said, half amused at the opportunity to browse through his closet.

  I let the towel drop to the floor as I walked to his open closet door. On one side, he had all of his suits hanging.

  “How many suits does one man need?” I asked myself as I ran my hand along the tops of the hanging jackets. Then, I couldn’t help but laugh when I looked down and saw the countless pairs of dress shoes underneath his suits. “Oh, Hawk,” I said, putting a hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter, which was about to turn into cackling.

  I turned around
and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the back wall of his closet. I knew how I looked in the mirror to myself, but I wondered what I looked like to him when he threw me on the bed, or when he took me on the desk. I tore my eyes away from myself and turned to the other side of his closet.

  On the side opposite his suits, he had normal clothes. There were black t-shirts and blue jeans, all in different states of age and wear. He had one pair—just one pair—of old black boots he must have worn for riding. His vest with his MC colors was also hanging on that side of his closet.

  I pulled down an old shirt that looked like it had some classic rock band’s album art on it. I didn’t recognize the logo or the artwork, but it looked futuristic and metallic, which was ironic because the shirt looked older than either of us.