Cajun Protection

by Whiskey Starr

  I keep my lips gentle as I place them on hers. I try not to move, but to let her make the next move. Her small hand comes up and places it on my chest. She doesn’t push me, and I continue to kiss her. Running my hand up, I thread one hand into her hair, feeling the silky threads as I press more into her. A small whimper escapes and I pull back trying to see if I hurt her, but her eyes are closed. I kiss her once again, running my tongue along the seam of her mouth, waiting for her to open to me. And she doesn’t disappoint. Pushing my tongue in her mouth, I taste the sweet flavor of the lemonade and her. One single taste and feeling her and I can’t get enough. Her tongue intertwines with mine and one of my hands glides down to hold her head in place, while the other runs to her breast. However, I feel her tense and I stop instantly.

  “I’m sorry, chéri, I didn’t mean to go so far.” I kiss her gentle on the lips again. Her eyes open and look back at mine, and a small blush creeps over her. “God, you taste too good.” I smile and the light pink blush turns bright red. “I forgive you this time, Zoey, but next time I will tan your ass red, and I’m sure Hawk would love nothing more than to help with that. Am I right, Hawk?” I watch as realization hits her and she spins to look at Hawk who is looking hungrily at her. He looks right at her and nods again.

  “Hawk, I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have called, I’m so sorry.” She lowers her head some, but Hawk makes her lift it look at him.

  “I don’t want to be mad at you, but your safety is our first priority.”

  “But you guys have to work, and I’m just someone who fell into your life, making it all crazy. I’m sorry I made things all crazy, and broke the rules you gave me. I should be thanking you not making you mad. I’m sorry, Hawk, really I am.” The sincerity in her voice is clear, but I can tell Hawk isn’t as happy with her answer.

  “I know you’re sorry, but you haven’t made our lives crazy, if anything, it’s easier with you. But damn it, Zoey, you scared the shit out of me.” And like an idiot throwing gasoline on a bonfire, he erupts, taking Zoey into a scorching kiss. Her little moans of pleasure shoot straight to my cock and I don’t know how much more I can take. But it doesn’t take long before Hawk breaks the kiss from her.

  “No more, you hear me. No more.”

  “Yes, Hawk. No more.” After all of us take some deep breaths, she grabs her pizza and takes a bite. “So, Wolf, what happened to your nose?” Shit, knew she would say something eventually. At least she is eating now.

  Chapter Eleven

  Zoey

  Oh. My. God. I just made out with not one but two men. What is wrong with me? Sure, both were, holy hell, I can’t even think straight, but two guys? Two very hot, amazing men kissed me—me, of all people. I calm my breathing down and take a bite of my pizza. It’s still hot, and the gooey cheese and spicy sausage is perfect. Finishing the bite I had, I look and see Wolf’s face again. I saw his nose when I first came in and knew something happened today during one of their busts. Guess it’s something I should get used to, but it still bothers me.

  “So you gonna tell me or do I get to read the report tomorrow?” That is something new I started. They have to now make reports to me about each time they go out on a case. It will help with insurance and even court cases when it comes down to their testimony.

  “I got hit,” Wolf grumbles. Obviously, he isn’t happy about it.

  “I would have guessed that. It’s not like you to run into a door or something. So did we get him?”

  “Yup.”

  “And he hit you?”

  “Obviously.” It was hard pulling facts from Wolf when Hawk was now playing with my hair, distracting me. I roll my eyes, annoyed by his statement, but he turns and faces me and Hawk grabs the back of my neck holding my hair tight. Suddenly the atmosphere changes around us, something stronger fills it. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Shit, I did, but umm, crap. But I throw his same words back at him.

  “Obviously.” Except Hawk tugs this time and Wolf takes the pizza from my lap, setting it on the coffee table.

  “Oh, baby, I love challenges. Because we did warn you before not to roll your eyes at me, or Wolf. Well, unless you want your ass turned up in the air and both of us making it all pretty and red until you get the message.” Hawk has my attention and the sexual draw to him and Wolf is palpable. They both seem to have a thing for spanking me, and I’m not stupid enough to deny that. No sure what to say, I try to nod, but I can’t. “Say it, baby, say you understand,” he whispers in my ear, biting the lobe, releasing my hair.

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Good.” Before I could say anything else, Hawk has me pushed across his lap, with his hand on my back holding me down. Shit he wasn’t kidding. Before I could tell him I was sorry, two large smacks on my ass make me yelp, and then another two. I cry out for those. I can’t believe he just spanked me. And just before I can say I’m sorry once more, another two land, a total of six.

  “Shh, it’s all done. You did good, and I’m proud of you. Now sit up.” I do as I’m told, and sit, while Hawk wipes the stay tear that fell.

  “Good girl.” Hawk kisses me tenderly and releases me and Wolf does the same before handing me my pizza again. I want to say I’m sorry, or that I enjoyed my punishment, but I just don’t have the words. Both men look like nothing had just happened, while I have a sore butt. It could be worse, they could have taken my jeans off. Bare ass spanking hurt more, or at least I heard they do. That was one thing I didn’t want to find out.

  “Eat,” Wolf commands. I do. After three slices and a very large drink of whatever Hawk mixed with my drink, I am feeling fuzzy and my sore butt is forgotten.

  “Time for bed, chéri.”

  “Not tired.” That’s not entirely true, I’m just afraid to close my eyes, afraid I’ll still be under the desk and Andrew will be on the other side of the door. Reaching up, I run my finger along the side of Wolf’s nose. “Does it hurt still?”

  “Nah, a small ache, but nothing I can’t handle. You should go to bed. You look tired.” I shake my head, but Hawk takes my hand in his, making me turn and face him.

  “You need sleep, baby. Come on, we have work tomorrow.” He stands up, holding his hand out. I take it, because well, I know I’m not going to win this one. I can lay in bed and read, but not sleep. Hawk follows me and waits while I grab my clothes. I’m not going to change in front of Hawk so I make my way to the bathroom. I quickly strip and pull on my oversized shirt before leaving the bathroom. Hawk is sitting on the bed, checking his phone. Quietly, I walk to the bed and sit down next to him.

  “Shay wanted to know how you are doing. Said you were good, but she insisted that she sees you tomorrow for lunch, so be prepared.” He smiles at me and tucks his phone into his pocket and that’s when I notice the phone isn’t the only bulge in his pants. Shit, I hope he didn’t catch me looking.

  “Um, Hawk, I am sorry about today.”

  “It’s over and done with, Zoey. We just need to make sure he gets caught, and we will discuss that tomorrow. Now, into bed.” He stands, pulls the covers back and waits. Damn, okay, guess I’m five-years-old today. I crawl in bed and a small growl comes from Hawk. I look up and see him looking at me. I do a quick look down and see what he sees. Me, on all fours, crawling up the bed and half my nightshirt rides up. Umm yikes, scary picture. Who wants to see chunky thighs and a bubble butt? Sitting instantly, I pull my shirt down.

  “Sorry.” Feeling the flush come up all over me. I don’t hate my body, I’m just not comfortable with it as much as I would like. Put me in front of men like Hawk and I freeze.

  “Don’t apologize. I’m trying to be a gentlemen here, Zoey. So get into bed for me, please.” I nod, but this time I stand and walk to the top and climb in, pulling my shirt down as I do. He is being a gentlemen, that’s a new one. He could just say what he thinks. I mean I heard it before from the few men I slept with. They liked me better with the lights off. They didn’t have to see the dimples in my ass,
or the way my thighs touch together. They liked my boobs just fine though. Most men like big breasts.

  The covers are pulled up and over me, effectively covering me up. Keeping my eyes off his, I thank him. But he once again shocks me and sits.

  “Zoey, look at me.” What is it with both men and me looking at them? But I do, because if I don’t, well shit I don’t know. “Why are you closing me off again?”

  “I’m not.”

  “You are. We kissed you and everything was fine, then you change into this thing and then you apologize, again, and now you’re closed off. Why?”

  “I’m not closed off, I’m embarrassed, okay.” There, I said it.

  “Why would you be embarrassed? Because this thing is hideous and you deserve to be in something better?” Huh? Looking down I don’t think my shirt is that bad? Sure, it’s a Garfield one, but still.

  “No I mean, you saw me, or see me, in well, next to nothing and I just showed you all my rolls and ripples. Not something I show anyone.” Is he just playing with me, or is he trying to be nice, I really don’t know. But before I can figure out what he meant by any of it, I’m flat on my back with him hovering over me.

  “Let’s get one thing straight here. I growled because seeing your lush ass up in the air teasing me and playing peek-a-book under that thing, along with your sexy legs, is making my cock hard. I was imagining what it would be like for me to be behind you, with my cock deep inside your sweet little pussy gripping me tight. You screaming and creaming all over me. So many dirty thoughts and not one, not one was about your size. I’m not going lie to you because I don’t need to. I don’t give a shit what others think, same as Wolf. And your size is nothing but perfect. I don’t want a stick that I have to hold back on. I want a woman who is made for real lovin’, and I sure as hell want you.” I gasp at his words, but feel my sex become wet from it too. To punctuate his statement, he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. And I when I say he can kiss, he can kiss. Wolf is tender sweet, slow building. Hawk is like a stick of dynamite blowing up.

  His tongue pushes into my mouth, making me moan and arching into him. My hands go into his hair, something I have wanted to do for so long. It’s softer than I would have guessed, but I tug slightly and he breaks away from me.

  “Naughty girl.” His eyes are cloudy with lust, but a wicked grin breaks his face as he grabs my hands, pulling them up to the headboard. “Keep them there and don’t let go.” I do as he says and hold on. But he moves and kisses my neck, gliding his hands down lower and to my breasts. I start to move my hands, but he stops his movements and bites my neck in reprimand. I put them back. His mouth moves lower, as do his hands, right over my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I can’t help but squirm with anticipation. I never had someone really do anything to me. The most I had were fumbles in the dark, and even then, I didn’t even know if he had put it in me. But as I moan Hawk chuckles at my throat while his fingers rub back and forth on my pantie and then slips them inside.

  “Damn, you’re bald down here. That’s so damn sexy. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. I like that. Oh yeah, wet and tight.” Slowly a single finger pushes into me and every nerve ending starts to come to life within me. He does something with his thumb while slowly fucking me with one, then two of his fingers. “That’s it, feel it, Zoey, let go.” Just then, he increases movement and kisses me as my body starts to shake, as my orgasm takes on a life of its own. Never have I felt anything like that. Sure, my Frenchie was amazing, but it was the mix of his smell of clean soap and musk. It is a heady combination. And his talented fingers, deep inside me, playing me like the finest of instruments. I lay panting, now tired, with my hands still holding the headboard above me. Hawk removes his fingers and slowly places them in his mouth sucking them clean. I can’t help but look as his grin widens. “Sweeter than anything I have ever eaten.”

  That’s it, I blush ten shades of red, I would move or say something, but I can’t. He leans down and kisses me gently again. “Okay, time for bed, baby, I’ll see you in the morning.” I nod, shocked, and at some point my hands come down and I’m asleep.

  “You’re mine, Zoey, only mine. No one will take you from me. There is no place you can hide, you bitch. I will always find you. Just when I do, are you gonna be ready?” I scream and try to hide, but nothing seems to come out. I can smell the sickly sweet smell of his bitter beer, and the feel of his hands on my arms. I struggle out of his hold, but it only gets tighter around me. “No,” I cry, but he holds me down. “Please don’t, please.”

  “Zoey, wake up. Come on, chéri, wake up for me.” I blink open my eyes to find myself still in bed, with Wolf hovering over me. It was a dream. The whole thing was a dream.

  “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Catching my breath, I can feel my body still shaking. It felt so real.

  “No, well yeah, kinda. But never you mind. You okay?” His hand skirts up and moves a stay lock of hair out of my face.

  “Yeah, sorry, bad dream.”

  “I can tell, you okay now?” He slowly rubs my jaw with his thumb in a soothing manner. There are no lights on inside the room, but the soft glow from the moon outside the window allows me to see his face. He looks tired too.

  “Can you stay with me for a little bit? You know, just until I fall asleep again.”

  “He really did spook you today, didn’t he?” I nod; there is no need for answers.

  “Sure, roll over.” Confused, but I do it anyway. I feel Wolf scoot behind me and wrap his arm around my middle pulling me close to him.

  “Sleep, chéri, I got you.” He kisses the top of my head, holding me tight. I calm my pounding heart and even my breathing. The warm and protective feeling washes over me and I let sleep come.

  Chapter Twelve

  Zoey

  Something is poking my back and I’m on the other side of the bed. What the hell is happening? The sound of a small sound of breathing reminds me I’m not alone. Shit, I slept with Wolf, well not really anything but actually sleeping. But I um, played with Hawk last night and I remember sleeping great, but then the dreams came, and so did Wolf. I try to close my eyes and enjoy the comfort Wolf is bringing me, but I can’t seem to go back to sleep.

  “I know you’re awake, chéri,” Wolf says, tightening his hold on me, whispering in my ear. Suddenly my grumpy-I-wanna-go-back-to-sleep mentality is gone and replaced with something else. A need, a desire blooms inside and takes hold. I do my best to try to calm down, but Wolf starts to nibble on my ear, kissing down my neck. “You know you smell so good in the morning. And taste even better.” To prove his point, I feel him lick the side of my neck, right where my shoulder meets. Unable to hold back a moan, I tilt my head giving him better access. However, as his mouth starts to play with my neck, my jaw, my ear, his hand skirts down and makes its way up and under my nightshirt.

  “I love that you’re braless. I want to see them.” Trying to stop him, I am cut off by Wolf kissing me, pushing is tongue into my mouth and I’m flat on my back, and my shirt is bunched up. I wait to hear the comments about the rolls, or the way my breasts aren’t as perky as someone smaller than me. His hand skirts up and palms one breast, twisting and pulling my nipple, lengthen as it pebbles under his touch. God, my body responds and I am instantly wet. Wolf’s mouth leaves me and moves down to the neglected breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I moan softly, or I hope was a feminine one and arch into his touch. No one other than Hawk has made me feel like this. I don’t know what to do or say, so I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling of his worshiping my breasts, one by one. I’m panting with need and my hands run down his arms and up to his back. I remember last night he didn’t have anything on but his boxers when he came into his room. My nails dig into his back and I hear him hiss.

  “Shit, you are wild cat, but damn if my cock isn’t rock hard. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. I want to fuck this tight little pussy and make you scream my name. Do you want me, chéri?” I look down at him while he starts
to slip a finger past my panties playing with my recently groomed mound. The feeling is amazing, and I understand what all the talk is about now. I, no, but he doesn’t do anything but bite my nipple. “I need words,” he reprimands me. He wants words, now? Shit, I can’t form a single thought let alone words as my body is filled with desire and the need to cum.

  “Please,” a whispered word is all I can break out. And like a burst of light, he is taking my mouth, branding me with his need. And my panties are ripped from my body. I’m laying naked, exposed for him to see. Mesmerized, I watch as he lowers his boxers and lays down next to me.

  “You on birth control?” He rubs his nose against mine. I shake my head, because I’m not. There was no need for me to be. I wasn’t sleeping with anyone, and my period is normal for the most part. “Fuck, okay, I think I got something.” He bends over and finds a condom in the side drawer. Unable to remove my eyes from his dexterous fingers, he rips the foil packet with his teeth, before rolling it on his incredible length. The more I look at him, I don’t know if he will fit inside me. He’s huge. But he seems to notice I am nervous and slowly rubs my clit while pushing a finger into me.