by T. L Smith
“Get rid of your date, for one.”
Her good nature got the better of her and she battled with having to be rude.
“Justin, I’m sorry.”
He actually recoiled as if slapped. “Really? Why are you listening to this guy?”
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “There’s just stuff... um... going on... and it’s terrible timing... sorry. But I’ll cover the bill.”
“Damn right you will,” the guy spat angrily. He stood, almost knocking his chair over. When he turned to leave, the douche muttered something under his breath. Something sounding awfully similar to the words slut and cunt.
I was in his face before he took his next breath, my physique engulfing his.
Britta wrapped her hand around my arm and pleaded with me to sit back down. “Hawk, just sit. It’s not his fault.”
The surrounding tables started paying unwanted attention, so I did what she said. Douche did a nervous twitch before escaping while I claimed his seat.
“You can wipe that smug look off your face,” Britta said, doing her best not to smile.
“We’ve got something to celebrate.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“Our first official date.”
She laughed, her smile lighting up the room. “I can’t say I mind your perfectly timed drop in.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Well, this...” she gestures around the table, “... wasn’t my idea. I struggle to say no to my brothers.”
“Does that mean if I say we leave now so I can fuck you the way you deserve, you’ll say yes?”
Britta’s cheeks flushed when the elderly patrons from the neighboring table passed a look of disdain. “No,” she barely managed.
“You little liar.”
Caught out, she threw her head back and laughed.
The waiter stopped me from throwing her over my shoulder caveman style, by passing a plate in front of me. When he left, I noticed what had been ordered. Looking between the meals, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“What piss-weak excuse for a man orders a salad when his date orders a steak?”
Britta snorted her wine and used the napkin to wipe her face.
“Could you stop,” she attempted to scold through giggles. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
“Well, this is a coincidence,” a voice pulled us out from our little bubble.
Although Rebekah was feigning a smile, the strain in her eyes was definitely real.
Both Britta and I leaned back in our chairs and watched the train wreck of a couple approach.
“I didn’t expect to see you again so soon,” Rebekah commented.
“Yes, weird,” was all Britta responded.
Roman approached, touching his wife’s waist. He completely ignored me and focused on Britta far longer than he should. He didn’t get to do that anymore. She wasn’t his. That ended a long time ago.
“Saw you almost about to throttle that guy,” Roman queried, a knowing smirk on his face. “Was he hitting on your girl?”
I narrowed my gaze, smiling at the cockhead’s audacity. “Our relationship isn’t built on lies... unlike some.”
Across the table, Britta covered her smile.
Rebekah shifted uncomfortably, and Roman looked like he was attempting to restrain his temper.
“Well...” he said. “Is that why Britta was snooping around after me?”
“What?” she interjected angrily.
“Sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong?”
Rebekah looked on the verge of tears, muttering something under her breath. She was embarrassed by her husband’s absurdities.
Was she staying with the asshole to spite herself? I couldn’t place what her reasons were. Typically this situation called for the guy to be decked. But... it was kind of amusing.
“Britta snooping around after your cheating ass?” I asked, scoffing at the idea. “Don’t flatter yourself, hotshot.”
“No need to flatter myself. I’m married now,” Roman said, pulling his jaded wife closer as if that was supposed to convince us he wasn’t a dickhead.
“So, act like it, and maybe for once keep your dick in your pants,” Britta replied.
For whatever reason, Roman seemed amused by her reaction.
That’s what this was... a ‘bad publicity is good publicity’ type thing. As long as he was the center of attention in Britta’s world, good or bad, he was happy.
What a sad sack of shit.
This time Roman turned to me, his snide smirk on full beam. “Hawk... how’s Rita?”
My gaze flicked to Britta. Her expression was hard to gauge.
I turned my body to face him for the moment, I felt compelled to land my fist in his smug face. “Roman, I’m not into second chances, so consider yourself lucky in this situation you’re still in one piece. I’m also not into sloppy seconds, so whatever you have going on with your redheaded fuck friend, that’s none of my concern, and...” I stood to change the power play. He stepped back, knocking into the seat behind him. “If I hear you involve Britta in any of your bullshit drama, or if you come near her again, I promise I will pull your tiny limp dick through your throat until you choke on your own little boy boys.”
Roman’s smirk was wiped clean off his face. Rebekah however, looked somewhat jubilant.
“Have I made myself perfectly clear?”
Roman cleared his throat and nodded before pushing his wife along so he could make his hasty exit.
The restaurant had fallen quiet, diners casting me nervous looks as they feigned hushed conversation with each other. Returning to my seat, I unfolded the white napkin over my lap and smiled at the gorgeous woman sitting across from me.
“Let’s eat,” I announced. Britta picked up her knife and fork and cut the steak in half and using the fork, placed a piece on my salad.
“Ah, my night just got better.”
Britta giggled, and when the waiter poured wine into a fresh glass, we raised our glasses in a toast.
“To having each other’s back.”
Britta carved a piece of steak and placed it in her mouth. She did it seductively, emphasizing her lips sliding over the fork.
“What are you doing?” I asked, knowing full well what she was doing.
“Just thinking about later,” she replied, cocking a brow.
“And what exactly is happening later?”
“Well...” she said, dangling her fork as if lost in thought, “... you kind of turned me on just now, and I want to show you my appreciation.”
I leaned back in my chair, watching this pure creature in front of me. There was a moment of sadness when I remembered while we were so perfect for each other, we could be nothing more without hurting those around us.
Pushing the negative to the side, I focused on the right now.
“How can I say no to that?”
“Wouldn’t matter if you did.”
We both laughed at her brazen flirtation.
“As much as I’d like to get between your legs this very moment, you my dear have had a long day and need your energy. Eat, and then I will offer you my body so you can fulfill your wildest fantasies... on me.”
Again, Britta laughed, the earlier altercation long erased.
Roman had returned to his table, his narrowed spiteful eyes still locked on Britta. I wouldn’t make any more of a fuss. Rather, I’d wait until the opportune time presented itself, and Roman would be sorry he ever pursued her.
Chapter 17
Britta
Hawk’s hand inched up my thigh, sneaking between my legs while he drove. Having caught a cab to the restaurant, I accepted Hawk’s offer for a lift home, because I was eager for what was to come. I let his finger hook under my panties and slide straight in my pussy. He was focused on the road ahead but gently moved in and out for the journey home. Hawk was warming me up, and I sat back and enjoyed the sensations he’d happily given me.
“We’re he
re,” I heard his gravelly voice stir me into the present.
Hawk pulled out and exited the car, leaving me in a state of arousal. Within moments, he was opening my door and hoisting me over his shoulder. Receiving a slap on the ass, I squealed, and he chuckled in response. I hoped whatever he had in store for me involved more of that. Hawk carried me through the foyer, the concierge giving him a playful smile.
When the elevator doors closed on us, he slid me down his hard body until I wrapped my legs around his waist. Sandwiching me against the wall of the lift, the cold glass chilled my skin, Hawk crushed his lips to mine and that familiar ache between my legs returned. It was deep and passionate, typical Hawk style. It was like he’d taken possession, and I was willing to hand myself over to him. I felt like a wanton whore for how much I craved this man’s cock, for how much I wanted him moving inside of me.
The elevator doors opened and I was carried through the penthouse, down the hall, and to his spacious bedroom. His entire house was in darkness except for the silver glow of the city lights filtering through. It was an eerie, sensual feeling, my skin prickling with a strong lust. Lowering me to the bed, he stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it over his broad shoulders. I wanted to run my hands over his body and lick every inch of his tattoos. They covered both arms, chest, back, and neck and he looked sexy as fuck all inked up. Hawk wasted no time in tearing my skirt down over my ankles.
“Open,” he commanded, and I did as he said. Dropping between my spread legs, his hungry mouth found my pussy, kissing and licking. I squirmed on the bed, my clit teased and tormented. One hand gripped his hair, the other tore at the sheets. I moaned loudly, becoming almost frantic from the pleasure. His finger pushed in, and I automatically started clenching around him. Hawk knew precisely what my body needed and demanded. He knew how to get me off and now was no exception. No man had fucked me the way Hawk fucked me, maybe that was why I’d keep on coming back when I knew I shouldn’t.
“Fuckkk...” I screamed, my hands seizing my breasts as the orgasm ripped through me. He rode me through the wave, licking and tasting my cum until finally, my body fell in exhaustion. Hawk didn’t waste any time, flipping me onto my stomach and bringing me up to my knees.
His large hands slapping down across my right ass cheek. After the rush of pleasure I’d just had, and with my now sensitive nerve endings, the sudden strike of pain brought the urge back to life. When he did it again, my nipples hardened and back concaved. I desperately needed him, to feel him moving inside. And then, as if reading my thoughts, he plunged in his rock-hard cock the deepest he could go.
I screamed, and he caught me from falling, my legs giving way. It was a strange feeling when he was inside me, thrusting hard or slow, it didn’t matter. There was a pain within, but it was an addictive pain. One that quickly turned to pleasure. He had length and width which my pussy struggled to accommodate, but I was a sucker for the punishment because it felt so damn good.
Hawk’s hand slid down the center of my back, pushing my chest onto the mattress, making my ass stick higher. He held me down while he drove in and out, fucking me senseless. He pounded me hard and ground against me, wrapping my long hair around his fist for leverage.
I orgasmed violently, screaming out his name. My limbs were weak and exhausted, but Hawk held me up while he pumped into me a few more times before coming inside of me. When he was done, his fingers gripped my waist, and he fell on top of me and rolled to the side.
We were both catching our breath, Hawk’s muscles twitching from the rigor.
“Are you happy I interrupted your date now?” he asked, and although I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, I knew he was smiling.
“Would it make you into a cocky bastard if I said yes?”
“I’m already one, so it makes no difference.”
I laughed at his narcissism, but I knew he was just saying it to earn a smile.
Exhaling heavily to find the energy, I sat up in bed. “I should get going. It was a long—”
“Stay the night,” Hawk interrupted.
I was caught off guard, and my heart skipped a beat.
I had assumed that the unspoken rule of friends with benefits was that overnight stayers were a big no-no. They garnered endearment. Placed vulnerable hearts at risk of falling for those who were off limits. Of course, I couldn’t say any of this to him, because I would look a wee bit crazy, so instead, I opted for the safe version of crazy.
“Are you sure we should go down that path?”
He must have opened his eyes because the whites of his eyes suddenly glowed. “Britta,” he started, and I almost felt reprimanded, “I asked you to stay the night, not push out six of my kids.”
Squeezing my lips together, I held back the burst of laughter. He was right, no matter how absurd his explanation was.
Taking my hand, Hawk pulled me from the bed and led me into the shower. Once again, under the hot stream of water, his large possessive hands soaped and cleaned my body. We did all this in silence and seeing how tired I was, Hawk behaved himself despite his hard cock pleading for more. Once in bed, he wrapped a muscled inked arm around my torso and pulled me toward him. We spooned, and it felt safe and secure. So safe and secure, it was dangerous.
As sleep started to claim us both, our breathing in sync, my mind wandered back to the last thing he said to me.
“You want six kids?” I asked.
There was a pause which was genuinely frightening. I almost expected the answer ‘Six? Try ten!’ by how long it took him to respond.
“I...” he started sleepily, “... don’t want six, but I do want at least one. Someone to take over my empire when I’m dead and gone. You?”
I sighed. “Ask my mom, she has it all planned out for me.”
Hawk chuckled sleepily against my neck. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me. Anyway...” he chided endearingly, “... that’s a thought for a couple of years, not now.”
THE NEXT MORNING, HAWK ran back to the car carrying a tray with two coffees and a bag of bagels. We’d already stopped by my place so I could change, and we were now going back to work. Hawk had insisted I travel with him instead of me jumping into my own car because we were both headed to Ricky’s afterward.
“This...” he said, grabbing a takeout coffee, “... is exactly what I need.”
Taking a sip, I closed my eyes and marveled at the taste.
“Mmm,” I said, licking my lips. “Why does it taste so good?”
Hawk smiled, pleased. “I asked them to put a shot of caramel in it. Good, huh?”
“Good? I could practically orgasm over this.” This time he raised his eyebrows in amusement. “I’ll buy a bottle and have you lick it off my cock so we both benefit.”
I raised my own brows in contemplation. “I won’t say no to that.”
Hawk pulled out onto the street our office building was located. “You’re a naughty girl, Britta. Making me turn up to work with a hard cock.”
The car turned down into the darkened basement parking. “Well...” I started, placing my coffee in the cup holder to free my hands, “... since I inflicted this on you, I may as well offer my assistance.”
HAWK ROTATED HIS SHOULDERS, shaking off the orgasm he’d just had while I sucked him off in the basement. “I’m going to bring you a caramel coffee every day.”
I stifled my laugh since we were in the elevator with four others. As we reached our floor and exited the lift, Hawk pinched my bum as the receptionist approached awkwardly. Her eyes focused on anything else but us when she arrived with a folded piece of paper. It wasn’t for me, so I kept walking down to my office, overhearing hearing part of her message.
“Excuse me... Mr. Carnage,” she began nervously. “There was a woman here earlier looking for you. She left a note...”
I closed the door but not before catching a glimpse of Hawk’s stony face. Whoever it was mustn’t have come with good news.
My cell vibrated in my handbag, and I mana
ged to answer on the last ring.
“You made him leave?” Slate rushed out.
“Good morning to you, too. And I had a work emergency,” I told my little white lie.
“Work emergency, aka Hawk Carnage.”
“Perhaps. It was urgent.”
“I can see where your priorities lie. So... did you like him?”
“No.”
“Ohh... brutal this morning.”
“He was a nice man, but he’s not my type.”
“So, what is your type then?”
Hawk Carnage.
“Umm... when I have it figured out, I’ll let you know.”
“Right,” he said, sighing. “I’ll hold off on my matchmaker skills until you’ve got your shit together.”
“I’m more than happy with that idea.”
“You coming to Ricky’s still, or is work going to trump family?”
“Don’t be a dick,” I chided while laughing. I knew he was just doing it to stir the pot. “I said I’ll be there and I will.”
When we hung up, I set about my busy day organizing the next photo shoot and fielding calls from the Renshaw’s regarding an urgent meeting.
It wasn’t until I made my way to the coffee machine that I realized, Hawk hadn’t been in his office all day. He’d left no sooner than we’d arrived.
A message on my cell told me he also wouldn’t be returning.
Chapter 18
Hawk
I wanted to cancel.
I wanted to be a no-show.
Shit just got real, really quick, and when everything in my world was controlled by my own two hands and my own doing, having something like this jump out of left field and crash tackle me... well, let’s just say I was pretty fucking shook up.
I wanted to believe there was a way around it, but I hadn’t yet found a viable solution, and no matter how I dealt with it, someone was going to get hurt.
I didn’t even bother knocking. Like everyone else in the family, Ricky’s house had an open-door policy. I could hear the jovial laughter and animated conversations filtering down the hall. The smell of a barbecue wafted past me, and even though I hadn’t eaten all day, my gut churned anxiously.