Down & Dirty_Hawk

by Jeanne St. James

  But no bedroom door. Nothing to stop anyone coming up the steps and intruding.

  She didn’t like that.

  “She ain’t gonna bug us.”

  She turned to face Hawk, who was shedding his leather vest and tossing it over a recliner that faced a large flat-screen TV that hung on the wall in one corner of the room.

  “She’ll hear us.”

  “She ain’t gonna listen.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Told her not to.”

  Well, there you go. He told her not to listen, so she won’t. That was laughable.

  “Okay, let’s get rid of the elephant in the room.”

  He frowned as he sat in the recliner to unbuckle and unzip his boots. “Whataya mean?”

  “Who is she?”

  “Jazz.”

  Kiki closed her eyes and took a breath before reopening them. “I heard that. Who is she?”

  “My house mouse.”

  His what?

  She opened her mouth and then shut it with a groan.

  “My house mouse,” he repeated like his words explained everything but to Kiki they meant nothing. Then he shrugged before yanking off his boots, tucking his socks inside them and putting them to the side of the recliner.

  Hawk pushed to his feet and approached her. Surprisingly, she held her ground until he was so close they were almost touching, but not quite. It didn’t mean she couldn’t feel his searing heat.

  Because she could. She swallowed.

  “Ain’t a sweet butt, no worries.”

  And that cleared everything up even more perfectly.

  “Umm...”

  “Babe, don’t be jealous.”

  Jealous? She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the disbelief that filled it. “You want to explain all that in English this time?”

  “Jazz’s a house mouse. Lives here. Takes care of me an’ the house. Cooks. Cleans. Woman shit.”

  “And what’s a sweet butt?”

  “A bitch who spreads her legs for us brothers whenever we want it.”

  “Aaaaah. Okay. That’s clear as piss,” she said, repeating the phrase he used at the jail the day she first met him.

  He grinned.

  “Let me get this straight... You have women who will just... sleep with you whenever you want?”

  “Not sleep. Fuck. Gotta keep it simple or they get clingy.”

  “And you partake of this yourself.” It was more of a statement of incredulity than an actual question since she was still processing this information.

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Babe.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes. So, tell me... What’s the difference between a house mouse and these...” She waved a hand. “Other women?”

  “Told you what she does. Ain’t repeatin’ myself.”

  “So, no sex?”

  “Didn’t say that.” He ran a finger down the open buttons of her blouse then pushed one side away from her breast, exposing her bra.

  “You have sex with Jazz.”

  “Didn’t say that, either.” He pushed the other half of her blouse away from her other breast. “Gotta get that off you before I tear it off an’ snap the buttons.”

  She grabbed his hands in hers and tried to pull them away before he succeeded in distracting her. To say she was unsuccessful was an understatement. He slid his hands around to her back and undid the clasp. She caught the bra as it fell forward. Though, since she still wore her blouse, it wouldn’t have dropped to the floor anyway. But still...

  “Hawk.”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “How old is she?”

  He shrugged as he attempted to peel her blouse off her shoulders. She swatted at his hands but he ignored her. “Twenty... somethin’. Twenty-two, maybe. Don’t give a shit. Just care she gets shit done ‘round here.”

  “Do you think it’s appropriate that a college age girl lives with a single thirty-something year old man?”

  “Yep. An’ if I touched her, that grumpy old fuck Grizz would have my hide.”

  But did he want to touch her? “Who’s Grizz?”

  “Jazz’s grandfather. Fellow brother. Old as dirt. Wouldn’t disrespect him like that.”

  “Why isn’t she his house mouse?”

  “He’s got one. But ‘cause he’s got so many grandkids he tries to farm ‘em out when possible to help pay for their schoolin’.”

  “So, she is in college?”

  “Babe, you gotta stop talkin’. Do I need to stick somethin’ in your mouth to get that done?”

  “But—”

  “Babe, I’ll say this once an’ that’s it.” He leaned into her, pressing his mouth to her ear. “Like women. Not girls. Like you. She’s like a niece. Ain’t climbin’ in her bed. But you soon need to get in mine. Got me?”

  All the breath rushed out of her as his deep voice resounded through her.

  “Now... can we get naked?”

  She tried to fight the smile, but it was impossible. Instead, she kept it contained as much as she could. “Yes, please.”

  “That’s it, babe. Like your spunk, believe me. But right now, need to fuck you.”

  Yes, you do, floated through her mind.

  Chapter Four

  Hawk impatiently shoved her shirt over her shoulders and down her arms until it fell free to the floor. Tugging at her loose bra straps, he tossed that aside, then stepped back and stared.

  Fuck.

  He should’ve grabbed her briefcase from the car and made her put on her glasses.

  Next time.

  He only recently met her but both times they’ve been together she was dressed as an uptight female attorney would be. Right now, just wearing her tight skirt, stockings and fuck-me heels, she didn’t look so uptight. She looked downright dick hardening, smoking hot.

  He yanked at his erection, adjusting it to a more comfortable position in his jeans before circling her. Brushing her hair to the side, he studied her long, elegant neck. There was something about it that turned him the fuck on.

  He was going to leave his mark on that perfect skin, too. And that mark was going to say: “Hawk was here. Back the fuck off. This is mine.”

  When he ran a knuckle down her spine she visibly shivered. He could imagine that made her nipples pop out into hard peaks.

  His mouth will be on them soon enough. Right now, he had to finish unwrapping the hot-as-fuck package that stood in front of him. He wanted his mouth on every inch of her body.

  And that surprised the hell out of him.

  Sex was sex. Normally, a woman was just a hole to bust a nut into, to get off, to drain his sac. Like his brother Diesel, he didn’t want to be tied down, have some woman clinging to him like she owned him, nagging his ass and wearing him down.

  No fucking way. He liked his freedom and he was his own man. The back of his bike could remain empty forever for all he cared. He didn’t need some bitch dictating to him, rolling her eyes at him, bringing drama into his life.

  That’s why either the sweet butts or Dawg’s girls, the strippers at Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s Club, were good in a pinch. Pop a nut, pull up your pants and show them the door.

  This one, though...

  Fuck...

  He was actually having second thoughts about bringing her into his home, which is something he never did. Ever.

  She wasn’t his normal fare. Not at all.

  And that fucking kiss in the driveway... For fuck’s sake, it knocked the shit out of him. He had to be the one to pull free before he fell head first down that deep, dark abyss. A place where he’d have to claw his way back out of.

  But now... she stood there, half dressed, tempting him. A tightness pulled at his chest.

  Just a taste, he promised himself. Just a taste, and then she’ll run out the door after she gets what she wants from him, anyway. She’ll go home to her upper-class condo, or whatever, in her car that cost more than his house and wash him off her so she could continue on with her life li
ke she hadn’t slummed it for a split second.

  He had to remind himself that she won’t be hanging around, getting possessive and clingy. Nope. She was only here to scratch an itch, get some strange, and then get gone.

  He could live with that.

  That was what he preferred, anyway.

  Yeah it was.

  He snagged the tiny zipper at the back of her skirt between his thick fingers but couldn’t get a good grip on it. He grunted with impatience and then her hands were behind her back, slapping his out of the way, grabbing the narrow zipper tab with ease and lowering it until the skirt loosened around her hips. However, it fit so snugly it didn’t drop.

  He decided to help it along and shoved it down. When it fell to the floor, he said, “Step out.”

  She lifted one high-heeled foot, then the other and kicked the skirt out of the way.

  His gaze roamed over her stockings and, fuck him, if he didn’t want to rub his dick all over them.

  He contemplated on what to do with all that slippery material that encased her legs, whether to fuck her with them on, as well as her high heels, or to remove them so he could feel her skin against his.

  That thought stopped him dead. Sometimes he didn’t do more than drop his jeans enough to get his dick out when he fucked one of the women who hung around church and offered themselves up like a Thanksgiving dinner plate.

  Nope. But tonight he planned on some real skin to skin contact. He wanted her completely naked. And he wanted to be also. He needed to feel every line of her curves, every crease, every drop of sweat. He wanted to savor both the salty and the sweet taste of this woman.

  He wanted the full experience.

  A flash of panic swept through him. Was this how Zak felt when he first laid eyes on Sophie?

  If so, he may very well be fucked.

  He squeezed that thought out of his noggin, shoved his hands into the waistband of her stockings and pulled until they tore. He continued to shred them down her legs until he was kneeling at her feet, running his hands over her ankles.

  He pulled off one of her heels then the other, throwing them over his shoulder.

  Then it hit him, neither were saying a word. But he couldn’t miss her rapid, heavy breathing.

  It wasn’t like he was having an easy time of it, either. His chest was rising and falling like he’d run a mile.

  His head was about to explode. And not just the one attached to his neck, either.

  He rose to his full height and circled her once more, his eyes not leaving one inch of her untouched.

  She only wore black lace panties that matched her bra. They needed to go, too. But first...

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbed her hips and shoved his face against the front of her panties. He nuzzled her mound with his nose and inhaled her scent deeply. His dick kicked in his jeans wanting to be released, wanting some relief. But he needed to taste her first.

  Pressing his mouth against her, the fabric became damp and clung to her pussy. He traced his tongue along the elastic that circled her thighs before tucking his fingers into the waistband and slowly tugging them down her hips and...

  Fuck him.

  That pussy not only smelled sweet, but when he licked along the small strip of hair and down her crease, he realized she tasted sweet, too. Suddenly, he couldn’t rip her panties down fast enough. They dropped to the floor and he grabbed her inner thighs making room for him to get his tongue in deeper. She almost lost her balance with his hurried actions and grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling.

  He buried his face, slid two fingers along her pussy to open her up and sucked at her clit. Somehow through his foggy brain, he heard her say something or make a noise, whatever. He didn’t care. But he needed to get closer. Her standing wasn’t letting him do what he really wanted to do. Which was bury his face completely in her cunt. He growled in frustration and pulled away, gazing up her body.

  Her head was tipped down and she was watching him, her unfocused eyes said it all. She was ready for him, she wanted him. No fucking doubt about it.

  Even if it was only for the next hour or so. She was his for as long as she was in his house, in his room, in his bed.

  So, he needed to take his time.

  “Gotta get you on your back, babe, so I can eat your pussy good.”

  “Okay,” escaped her on a breath.

  With a grin, he pushed to his feet. Before dragging her over to the bed, she stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked down at her fingers wrapped around his forearm before looking back up to her face.

  “Wait. You need to get undressed, too.”

  That he did.

  Then before he could do it himself, she was yanking his T-shirt out of his jeans and ripping it up his torso and over his head. She balled it up and threw it, then hesitated as she stared at his chest.

  Yeah. Reality might be hitting her about now as she studied all of his tattoos. Her palm pressed against his pectoral muscle and she met his eyes. “That’s a lot of ink.”

  “Yeah, babe, it is. It bother you?”

  She shook her head as her gaze ran over his skin. “No... Do they all mean something?”

  “Yeah. Most of ‘em.”

  “Maybe one day you can tell me the story behind each one.”

  Hawk’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath.

  Maybe one day...

  Fuck. She might be a clinger. Though, for some strange reason, he felt no dread at the thought.

  So he pushed it aside. He certainly wasn’t a needs-to-explore-his-feelings type of guy.

  They were there to fuck and that’s what they were going to do. All that other shit he could deal with later after he drained his balls dry.

  “Gonna finish or do I gotta do it myself?”

  She smiled and took a step back. She lifted her chin at him. “Go on. I want to watch.”

  Fuck him. She wanted to watch him strip down. His cock kicked again against his zipper, which he quickly yanked down after unbuckling his belt and unfastening the top button.

  He shoved his jeans down his thighs and he noticed her gaze followed his movements. Then her eye shot back to his in surprise.

  “You don’t wear underwear?”

  “Nope.”

  “Damn,” she whispered as she stared as his erection which was long and hard, now bobbing free.

  And, fuck him, when she licked her lips, he just about shot his load.

  He finished removing his jeans and then quickly grabbed her arm to propel her over to his bed.

  “Babe, so much I want to do to you right now. Don’t even know where to start.”

  She climbed onto the bed and all the way to the headboard, settled on her ass, bent her knees while spreading her legs and said, “Start where you left off.”

  He stared at what she just offered up to him. “Yeah. Think that’s a good idea.”

  He followed her onto the bed to settle between her legs. He watched her run her fingers up and down her slit, teasing him.

  After a moment, she opened her fingers to a V, showing him how shiny and pink her center was. “Bon appetit.”

  “Fuck me,” he muttered and couldn’t help but grin before he buried his face against her.

  And he enjoyed his meal. He stroked his tongue along her folds, fucked her with it, flicked at her clit, sucked it, and then finally, he shoved two fingers deep inside her.

  Her hips jerked and she cried out. Curling them forward, he worked her until he felt it. She came so hard there was no mistaking it. He couldn’t wait to feel her convulse like that around his dick.

  Even before she came down from her orgasm, he had hands wrapped around her ankles and was pulling her down the bed, shoving her knees up and driving deep.

  Then he had to stop, close his eyes, and take a breath. The soft liquid heat surrounding his dick was just about his undoing.

  It took him a moment before he realized she was wiggling like a wild cat underneath him. He thought it
was because she was impatient for him to start moving, to start fucking her hard and deep to bring on another one of those intense orgasms.

  But the words she kept repeating finally sank into his mushy brain.

  “Hawk... condom...”

  Fuck.

  His heart skipped a beat. How could he forget shit like that?

  “You need a condom.”

  Problem was he didn’t keep any at the house and he already used the one he kept in his wallet before getting thrown in jail.

  He opened his eyes and searched her face. “You on the pill?”

  Her mouth opened, shut, then opened again. “What does that—”

  “You on the pill?” he asked again, more forcefully this time.

  “Yes, but—”

  “We’re good.”

  Before she could complain any further, he began to move, driving hard into her, rocking her body, her tits swaying. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, scraping the tip with his teeth.

  Underneath him, she arched against him, tilting her hips to take his onslaught.

  “Hawk...”

  He lifted his head for a split second. “Yeah, babe, say my name.” Then dropped it to snag the other nipple with his mouth, sucking it as hard as he could.

  “Hawk...”

  Damn, his name on her lips made him want to thrust deeper, but he was hitting the end of her already. When she tightened her inner muscles around him, his pace hiccupped.

  Holy fuck.

  Now he was afraid this was going to end sooner than he planned. As his balls tightened, he slowed, closed his eyes and told himself he needed to keep his shit together. He couldn’t blow his load this quickly. Couldn’t do that and have her want to come back for more.

  He released her nipple and blew out a breath. “For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled. He slowed to a stop and pressed his forehead to hers, mumbling, “Just need a sec.”

  “Hawk...” Her saying his name with that husky voice of hers just made it even more difficult to keep himself under control.

  “Fuck, babe. Gotta say, your shit is sweet. So fuckin’ sweet. Gotta understand I’m strugglin’ here a bit. Gotta say I love you sayin’ my name when I’m fuckin’ you, but need to quit for now. Just ‘til...”