I gave her a tentative thrust as our tongues rolled together. And as she sighed into my mouth, I knew one thing with blinding clarity.
My house was across town, but right now, I was home.
Chapter Fifteen
Jasmine
“Hawk...” I barely recognized my own voice floating between us.
I sounded needy, desperate, crazed. It was his fault. Him and that amazing, spectacular, mind-blowing dick of his. I needed more adjectives to describe how perfect he felt thrusting inside me, but every time his dick bumped against the end of my body, sending flashes of white-hot lightning from my core and out to the rest of me, I lost my train of thought all over again.
It was impossible to focus on anything but how good he felt even though he was gigantic and it had been much too long since I’d last adjusted to his size.
As if sensing my thoughts, Hawk stilled inside me. I opened my eyes—when had I closed them?—and found those imperial grays smirking at me. I hadn’t known eyes could smirk, but his managed the action like it was second nature. I loved it as much as I wanted to flick his nose for being so damn arrogant.
“You with me, baby?” he purred, brushing a few stray hairs from my face.
“Don’t look so smug Mr. Big Dick.” I scratched at his chest and he flexed his dick inside me. “And don’t do that, tease.”
“Sorry.” His grin was lopsided and not at all apologetic. “Can’t help it. You feel too fucking good. If it makes you feel better, there’s no way I’m going to last.”
I arched a brow, hips shifting as additional heat pooled in my core, relaxing my inner walls and making more room for him. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” His head dipped and he drew a pebbled nipple into his mouth, tongue snaking out to wrap around it.
I arched my back, giving him all the access he needed to lick and suck and drive me fucking crazy. His tongue swiped a hot path across the middle of my chest before he reached my other nipple and repeated the process. Wetness dripped between my thighs at the lavish attention, and another of those manly rumbles built in his chest. Being beneath him while it occurred made me feel like I was at the epicenter of an earthquake, about to be pulled into the depths by something fearsome and unstoppable.
Maybe I shouldn’t have found it as hot as I did.
Hawk Mason was everything I was supposed to avoid. An unyielding, destructive force that could change a life just as easily as he could end one.
So why had I never felt more secure than when his forehead rested against mine and he whispered sweet nothings against my skin?
Why had I never felt more wanted than when those tatted hands anchored themselves on either side of my hips, squeezing tightly as he began to drive himself deeper once more?
Why had I never stood a chance against falling in love with him?
I didn’t know.
I didn’t care.
He was mine and I was his and the rest of the world could disappear without me giving a single fuck as long as those two things remained true.
“Fuck,” Hawk rasped, eyes bright and wild. “You... You... Fuck.”
I smiled up at him, beyond pleased to be the person driving him to such madness. My heartbeat was loud, racing against my ribs. It skipped a beat when he pulled out of me and flipped me over like I weighed nothing at all.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath my stomach, lifting my ass. And I was just glancing over my shoulder when he spread my cheeks, lined himself up, and shoved deep inside me all at once.
My answering scream probably pissed off the neighbors, but they’d have to take it up with the beast currently fucking me like I was more important than his next breath.
Hawk grabbed hold of my neck, abs rippling, body flexing as he drove himself inside me again and again and again. The sound of our bodies connecting echoed around the room and a secret, filthy part of me wanted to record it. I wanted to listen to it throughout the day and remind myself that somewhere out there was the man I would do anything for.
“Right there,” I breathed, voice muffled by the mattress. “God, you’re so fucking deep.”
He hissed between his teeth, draping himself over me so that I was pinned beneath his weight, surrounded by him on all sides.
“Right where I should be,” he said roughly, voice strained. “This pussy is mine.”
“All yours,” I agreed without pause, throwing my hips back against him as much as I could. It wasn’t much. He had me by a hundred pounds easily, but I couldn’t help myself. My body was on autopilot, and everything that made me tick was dialed in on the magma-like need that made my toes curl.
Hawk met me thrust for thrust, the angle making sure he dragged against every wall and nook and cranny inside me. My entire body shuddered beneath him, pussy clamping around his dick and not wanting to let go. I slid a hand beneath my belly, toying with my clit as I became a panting mess.
“So close,” I whispered, flicking the sensitive nub between my thighs. “So fucking close.”
His teeth trailed over my shoulder, a threat strong enough to make my eyes roll back. “Come for me, Jasmine. I want to feel you trying to milk every drop from my dick. I want to drench this sweet pussy with my cum until you overflow.”
His filthy words settled in my core and detonated.
I barely had time to bury my face in my arm before a strangled cry ripped itself from my throat and my body came apart in a frenzy. I shifted and moaned and cried—literally. Tears sprang to my eyes, hot and burning as they spilled.
“Look at me,” he whispered, pace slowing.
Each time he sank into my body, I trembled, little flashes of color coming to life behind my eyelids.
I shook my head, afraid of him seeing how he affected me.
“That wasn’t a request.”
Like the force he was, he turned my head and I couldn’t stop him. I kept my eyes closed, hardly breathing. I could feel his stare on my face, but as long as I didn’t look, I didn’t have to picture how much of a mess I was, crying because the man I loved was reshaping my body as he wanted.
Hawk cursed beneath his breath as he pulled out of me. Still, I kept my eyes closed as he turned me back over and slid home once more.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
I did without question.
“Can you feel how hard I am? How close I am?”
I nodded. He rolled his hips in a sensual glide and I swore his pulse beat through his dick, sending me towards the cliff’s edge all over again.
“If you don’t open your eyes I’m going to stop.”
“Don’t...” My arms wrapped around him, tugging his body closer while more tears fell. Our chests crushed together, my nipples creating delicious friction against his solid shape.
“Jasmine,” his voice warned.
He won’t really stop. Will he?
As I thought it, his pace slowed.
Before I could second guess myself, my eyes flew open, landing on his.
In them, I saw heat, need, passion, worship...
Love?
My heart did a flip as a wicked smile spread across his lips.
“That’s what I needed,” he said, bringing his mouth closer. “Holy fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Our lips found each other in the dark, melding together. Another orgasm tumbled through me, striking like a hammer. I cried out into his mouth and he roared, dick jerking, hips losing their controlled movement as he found his release deep inside me, spilling cum so hot I touched my stomach as if I could feel it from the surface.
He came to a stop gradually before resting his weight on top of me. Our tongues continued their slow roll for long moments as our bodies cooled and our sweat dried. He was still hard and impressively huge as he slipped from between my legs and I gasped at the sensation, already wanting him back.
The fact that he rolled to his side and immediately tucked me into his chest replaced that desire easily enough, even though it si
mmered in the background.
My lips lifted and I tapped his chest. “Are we...cuddling?”
His hand settled on my hip and our legs tangled. “Go ahead and laugh it up. Get it out of your system. But I’ve dreamed about this and I’ll be damned if I let you slip out of the bed and walk away from me again.”
“I mean...we’re in my place. Where would I go?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he grunted, tightening his grip. “I’m not giving you the chance to go anywhere.”
“You promise?” I wet my lips as the words left my mouth, waiting to hear his response.
Hawk was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from our breathing and the distant noises of traffic in the distance.
Too soon, I chided myself, wanting to put a pillow over my face and disappear. You couldn't have left it alone for just a—
“I can’t wait for the day you stop doing that,” he said, making me glance at him. His focus hadn’t shifted. Gray eyes continued to watch me with all those emotions I’d always wanted to see.
“Doing what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
He narrowed his eyes, not believing me for a second. “Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Wondering when you’re going to close your eyes and everything that we’ve felt is going to either change or disappear. I’m telling you right now that it’s not going to happen. And I’ll keep proving it to you day after day and night after night if I have to. So yeah. Consider it a promise.”
A lump closed my throat. More tears gathered on my lashes. Because I couldn’t speak, I used my finger to draw eight letters on his chest instead.
Thank you.
He pressed an endlessly gentle kiss to my forehead as we snuggled closer together. I breathed him in, closing my eyes again to the beat of his heart beneath my palm.
Powerful, constant, here.
With me.
Silence gathered around us and there was nothing uncomfortable about it. I basked in it, slowly but surely letting go of my doubts and fears as our laid-back state continued. His breathing evened out and I peeked an eye open, but he hadn’t stopped watching me.
I giggled. “Why are you staring, creeper?”
“Don’t mind me. I’m just memorizing everything I can about this moment.”
“God, have you always been this sappy? What happened to the man that trapped me in the shower?”
“Oh, trust me”—he tilted his hips, letting his dick poke me in the stomach—”that side hasn’t gone anywhere. I figured I’d ease you into it, though. After all, we’ve got time.”
“Mmmm.” I reached down, giving him a slow tug. “Time we could be making up for.”
I felt his surprise more than anything. It was in the restrained stillness of his form. In the way his dick flexed in my grip, eager and ready. The man was not lacking stamina, that was for sure.
In a swift move I didn’t expect, he’d rolled me on top of him until my hands were balanced on his chest and his girth was spreading the folds of my center, sticky and slick. I rolled my hips automatically, dragging him along my slit. His hands went behind his head like he was settling in for the show.
I squinted at him. “I thought you were going to—”
“Fuck your brains out?”
I nodded, cheeks heating. Which was silly. His cum was deep inside me and I was practically riding him already. What did I possibly have to blush about?
“Oh, I will,” he promised, eyes going all dark and melty. “But not yet.”
Biting my lip, I lifted my hips, captured his dick, and impaled myself on him all over again. Time ceased to matter as I rode him at an easy pace, gasping and shuddering above him as my body drowned in sensation.
It wasn’t until I least expected it that he lunged from the bed with me in his lap, pinning me against the wall to make his promise come to fruition.
And he fulfilled it over and over and over again throughout the night until we collapsed against each other, sated, happy, and together, fingers intertwined as sleep finally arrived.
Chapter Sixteen
Hawk
“Don’t tell me you picked up on my bad habit,” said a sleepy voice early the next morning.
I finished pulling my shirt on and glanced at the beauty sleeping in her bed. I am a lucky motherfucker. Jasmine’s hair was flat on one side, eyes still half-closed with sleep, and the sheets were scattered at random around her body. Yet I’d never seen a more wondrous vision in the entirety of my life. The only thing that would make it better would be when she was waking up in my bed looking just like that.
Soon, I promised myself. Very soon.
I wouldn’t be able to stand having her across town for long. As it was, my body physically ached at the idea of leaving her when I could just as easily strip down and climb back in that bed beside her warmth and softness. That would be a hell of a way to spend a morning, and I planned on there being many like that in the future.
“False,” I said, stepping closer so I could lean over her. “You never stayed long enough for us to actually sleep together so I’m not sure this counts as your habit.”
She rolled her eyes at me, gathering her pillow closer.
“And another thing”—I pressed a kiss to her cheek—”you’re a total cover hog.”
“I am not!”
“Seriously. You’re like a hoarder. I woke up at one point and barely had enough left to cover my big toe.”
“Maybe if your feet weren’t so big you would’ve had more room,” she said, sticking out her tongue.
I wagged my brows. “You know what they say about—”
Her finger met my lip, stopping me. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She yelped when I bit at the pad of her skin. “And don’t bite me! Where are you going?”
For a split second, I considered keeping this from her. Then the moment passed.
She knew who I was, and even if she tried to pretend otherwise, the reminder was right there on my hands, permanently inked for the world to see. Trying to pretend to be something I wasn’t would end in disaster, and those years staring at drab walls without her in my life had been disaster enough to last me for eternity.
I looked her in the eye. “I’m going to make sure your captain doesn’t stick his nose in our business ever again.”
“Are you going to...” She paused, unable to finish her sentence. Jasmine cleared her throat, and I watched her resolve gather as she propped her head up. “Are you going to kill him?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
Her eyes widened. That woke her up.
“You’re serious?” she asked. “If I say yes, you’d just...do it. Just like that?”
Too late to lie now.
I snapped my fingers. “Just like that.”
“Wow. Okay. Umm. Wow.”
“English, Jasmine. Use your words. Preferably ones that have more than a single syllable.”
“Sorry, I don’t have much practice with this kind of thing. It’s not every day that my man tells me that he’s willing to kill someone if I give the order.”
“Your man, huh?”
She tried to push me away before laying back down and covering her face with her hands. “That’s what you got out of that? Are you kidding me?”
“It had a nice ring to it, is all.”
“Can you be serious for a single second?”
“Baby,” I purred, dragging my tongue across her lips while she squealed, “I’ve been serious this whole time. I like you knowing that I’m yours. And yes, I will bury him in a shallow grave if you give the word. Or at sea, if that’s what you prefer. Fuck it, I can probably find a volcano if I tug a few strings.”
She peeked out at me from between her fingers. “But that’s not what you had planned, is it?”
“No.” I shook my head. “He’s not going to like what I have to say, but he’ll live through it.”
Jasmine said nothing for long enough that I started to sweat. Before this exact moment, I hadn’t really consi
dered what I would do if she looked up and decided that my life was too much for her. That she didn’t want to be involved with someone on the wrong side of the law—the exact opposite of her occupation.
What would I do if that was the case?
Go straight, my soul answered without delay, and I had to agree.
I’d work construction and break my back day in and day out if it meant keeping this woman.
She sat up enough to wrap her arms around my neck and bring us closer together. “You better be back before my stomach growls. I want to do breakfast with my man. I can’t do that if he’s not actually here.”
A low groan slipped from me. “I’ll be back before you even feel like getting out of bed. In fact, don’t even bother. Stay just like this for me and I’ll make it more worth your while than just breakfast.”
“Ohhh a promise of illicit acts. Am I that easy to pacify?”
I laughed. “Not at all, but I plan on learning all the best ways to do so.”
“Good luck,” she whispered. She kissed me slowly and I deepened it until she was laying down once more.
When I stood, my heart felt so huge I looked down to see if it was visible through my shirt. Thankfully, I was in the clear. That would be a weird-ass doctor’s appointment.
I headed into the hall.
“Be safe, Hawk Mason.”
“I’m serious!” I called over my shoulder. “Don’t move from that spot.”
She was going to be my breakfast in bed.
And I was already licking my lips as I walked out of the door.
***
I rapped my knuckles on the door of No Holds Barred, glancing around at the parking lot filled with motorcycles and nothing else. The bar was closed to the public today, and for good reason. While I waited, I found myself wondering once again what it was with bikers and their fucking bars.
From a business perspective, I suppose it made enough sense. Bars already attracted a certain type of clientele as it was. Add on how much cash could get passed around in any given night and it was no surprise that it made for a good venue for less than legal dealings.
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