Hawk

by Savannah Rylan

  “You got the keys?” I asked.

  Fox pulled them from his jeans pocket and held them up for all of us to behold.

  “Unless someone knows how to hotwire an eighteen wheeler, that shit isn’t goin’ anywhere,” he said.

  The sirens were getting closer and closer, and we knew it was about to be on. We saw the Devil Saints beginning to panic as someone threw open the doors of the truck. A man hopped up into the bed of the truck, no doubt checking out what was in those wooden containers as the sirens got closer and closer. They were so close we could see the lights flickering down the road, and that’s when we saw everyone beginning to panic.

  They were running around and shouting at one another. Some were running into the compound and coming out with guns, which prompted all of us to scoot back a bit onto the mountain. Black sedans skidded into place and guns began to fire, and for a split second I locked up. I was thrown back to that night, where I’d fired my first ever gun at an actual human being. I remembered the people I’d hit. How they screamed and gurgled on their own blood. I remembered how scared Sydney had looked, watching her father while the life fled from his eyes. I could only imagine how frightened she was now, sitting in that house alone waiting for me to come back.

  She was probably wondering if I would ever come back.

  The shotgun hung on my back just like it had that night The Devil Saints rolled up on us. We listened to the gunfire ring out into the night as more and more DEA agents showed up. We heard people screaming while the officers called for backup. We saw people being hauled off in handcuffs as motorcycle after motorcycle rolled up onto the site of the party. It was absolute chaos, and we watched with grins on our faces as the entity of The Devils Saints finally came crashing into the ground.

  “The DEA’s gonna have plenty to lock them up for,” Talon said.

  “No fucking joke,” Mac said.

  “How’s Syd?” Fox asked.

  “Probably worried sick,” I said.

  “Well, this has come to a head,” Mac said. “Take the back trail down the mountain and get back to her.”

  The bloodthirsty lust in me wanted to stay and watch this some more. It gave me a shivering pleasure to watch those assholes sink to the ground in their own pools of blood. They’d slaughtered many of our own, ripping from me the most important man in my life.

  And because they did, it ripped from me the only woman who’d ever meant anything to me.

  “Hawk,” Snake said as he hand came down onto my shoulder. “Go home to her. This is good. We’ll call if something happens.”

  I nodded as I drew a deep breath, taking in the stench of metallic blood and fired guns that were filling the nighttime air. I backed my bike all the way up the trail and got into some thick brushes before I started it up, then I slowly made my way back down the mountain. I had to get fifteen miles down the road before the gunfire dissipated into nothingness, and I cruised the highway while I made my way back to Sydney.

  For the first time since she’d appeared on my doorstep two weeks ago, I finally felt relaxed. I knew that she was safe, I knew that my daughter was safe, and I knew I was coming home safe to her. I smiled at the idea of slipping back into bed with her, and she’d probably be so happy to see me that I’d be able to take her body again like I’d wanted to so many times over the past six years.

  My toes curled at the thought of her soft skin against mine as I exited off the highway and headed towards my house.

  Home. The place my father had raised me in.

  Home. The place I’d first had sex with Sydney.

  Home. The place where I first met my daughter.

  Home. The place I hoped Sydney would stay.

  Chapter 18

  Sydney

  I laid there in bed for what seemed like hours. My phone was laying on my chest as I stared up at the ceiling. All night, my mind whirled, wondering if Hawk was okay. If things had gone as planned. If Agent Mahoney was going to leave us alone. I wondered how Emery was doing. If Miss Maria would find it a bother that I wanted to call at four in the morning. I wondered if everyone else was safe. If Uncle Mac was alive and well and if Talon was smiling with their victory.

  I tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep even though I knew I would never be able to.

  I put my phone on the bedside table and rolled over into Hawk’s spot. I inhaled his scent from the pillow, trying to stop the tears that were rising in my eyes. All I could think about was the bloodbath that had ripped me from him all those years ago. All I could see was the life fading from my father’s eyes. All I could remember was how I’d lost myself in Hawk that night, trying to fuck away from the memory of my father dying as our bodies lost themselves in one another.

  Not once did I stop to think about the fact that Hawk was grieving, too. Not once as I shoved my things into a tattered bag did I think about what my absence would do to him. Not once did I even give thought to the fact that we hadn’t used protection.

  Not once did I think about what my absence would’ve done to those who helped raise me.

  Uncle Mac had been my support system. My go-to person when I was fighting with my father. On days where I just wanted that man to leave me alone, I knew I could fly into Mac’s arms and just stay there. He always had a kind word and some sort of soda to give me while I ranted about the stupid shit my father was doing this time, and Mac always had a way of putting things into perspective for me.

  And Talon. Talon was such an awkward, quiet kid. His mom and dad were both part of The Road Rebels, and both of them had died that night in the attack. His mother shielded him with her body, and she died right there on top of him. It wasn’t until he finally had the courage to push her body from his that he found his father lying on the floor next to him.

  Trying to shield him and get to his dying wife.

  Snake and I had been inseparable for years. He was rough around the edges, but at the time he was the only person teaching me how to shoot a gun. My father didn’t trust the person teaching the children how to wield them, so he hired Snake behind everyone’s back to give me a crash course. Snake saw how uncomfortable I was with them, so he enlisted Mac and Fox to help me with hand-to-hand combat.

  Every single man that now made up the core of the group had some sort of hand in raising me. In loving me. In helping my father figure out what the hell to do with a moody, teenage daughter.

  And I’d spat in all their faces when I left without a word.

  It was then I heard a motorcycle revving down the road. I jumped out of bed and wrapped my body back up in his bathrobe. I dashed downstairs and looked out the window, tears rising to my eyes when I saw Hawk approach his porch. I threw the door open before he could even get the key in the lock, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up off my feet.

  His strong arms were wrapped around my back as he closed the front door with his foot, and without a sound, he carried me back up the stairs and dumped me into his bed.

  The bed we now shared together as one.

  His lips connected with mine as his bathrobe fell away from my naked body. His rough and calloused hands roamed my tits, coaxing them to their erotic peaks while his lips ghosted down my neck. His tongue traced my pulse point as I writhed underneath him, and I could feel his body lurching and jerking as he tried to get his clothes off.

  He peeled the robe away from my body while his lips nipped and kissed my stomach. I jumped and giggled, darting around on the bed while his large, strong hands held my hips at bay. His mouth slowly traveled to my pussy, his hands trailing down to my knees as he spread me open for his viewing pleasure.

  I sighed with relief as I felt him blow a cool blast of air onto my skin.

  “I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said, whispering.

  “Syd. Look at me.”

  I raised my head to take in his form. His naked body glistening for me in the darkness while his eyes connected heavily with mine. I could feel the tears of relief I refused to cry
dripping down the sides of my face, and he smiled as he pressed a small little kiss on my dripping pussy lips.

  “I will always come back to you,” he said.

  I watched his tongue rake up my slit, capturing my juices for him as he swallowed me down. I moaned, lying myself back on the bed while his hands kept my knees spread apart for him. His tongue lapped and sucked, grazing my swollen clit that was peeking out from beneath its hood in a desperate attempt to find his tongue. I rolled my hips into him, using his own strength as leverage while his scruff tickled the whole of my pussy.

  I could feel my juices coating his face as his tongue pressed deep into my clit.

  The burning sensation that started in my toes quickly traveled up my legs. My hands flew to Hawk’s mohawk, pulling and tugging him to be closer as his tongue devoured my body. The electricity coursing through my veins puckered my nipples to painful peaks, their own cries of mercy rising up into my ears as my body began to quiver.

  I felt Hawk insert a finger into my sopping wet entrance, and that was all I needed to throw myself over the edge.

  I clenched down onto his finger, pulling his hand deeper and deeper into me as he slowly slid in another one. My body was flushed with wanton lust for him, shaking while my chest panted for air. His tongue picked up its assault, flicking around my oversensitive clit while his fingers slowly pumped in and out of me.

  The sloshing sound alone was enough to throw me over the edge a second time as his hand released my knee.

  My legs locked around him while my thick thighs tightened around his cheeks. He moaned into me, relishing the feeling of my skin against his as his tongue rode me through my second orgasm. My back was bowed off the bed, ready to snap under the force of my own pleasure. I could feel Hawk pressing his face deeper and deeper, burying himself into me as my hands slowly released the grip I had on his hair.

  My back fell to the bed as a sheen of sweat coated my body, and all I could do was gasp as his lips trailed wet kisses up my skin.

  His lips encased mine, and I could taste myself on him. My tongue flicked around, licking my arousal off his lips while he groaned into me. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my thigh, begging for entrance anywhere while his body shook with his unfulfilled orgasm.

  But I had another idea in mind.

  “Lay down,” I said breathlessly.

  “Just rest for a second,” he said.

  “No. Lay down on your back. Now.”

  He obeyed my command, his eyes grazing my body as I sat up. I was still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm as I slid between his legs. I kissed his neck and his chest, feeling his strength jump underneath me while my hands slid down his sides. Every single muscle was on display for me, and I bit down into every single of them. I wanted to mark all of his muscles I could find. Every single ab, every single pec, and each of his thighs. The way he writhed underneath me sent chills down my spine, and for the first time since we’d reconnected, I heard a small whimper peel from between his lips.

  He was begging me to give him what he wanted, and I wasn’t about to deny myself the pleasure of hearing my name drip from his lips.

  I threw his strong, chiseled legs over my shoulders before I reached up for his hands. I interlocked our fingers together, pulling his shoulders down slightly as he groaned. My mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, licking the drops of precum he already had before I took him all the way back into my throat.

  His entire body trembled at my mercy, and I grinned at the intoxicating sight of him.

  Slowly, I began to bob my head. His hips were already rising to match my thrusts, his body greedy for the release it was seeking. My tongue worked its way around his cock head every single time I had to come up for air, and his legs would jolt as I lapped at him.

  My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked and I could taste more precum dancing in the back of my throat. His hands were clamping down on mine while his heels were digging into the mattress. I could feel his hips lifting off the floor, thrusting his dick down my throat as I poised myself above him. He fucked my throat relentlessly, releasing my hands before they wound tightly into the auburn tresses of my hair. My fingertips dug into his hips, holding on for dear life as his cock began to grow thicker and thicker against my teeth.

  I moaned around him while my spit dripped onto his skin. I moved with him, wanting to feel him shoot his salted arousal back down my throat. I wanted him to lose himself in me. I wanted him to use me for any purpose he needed. I wanted my name to finally tumble from his lips as it filled the corners of his room.

  Our room.

  “Sydney. Shit. Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  I hummed with approval as my fingernails dug into his skin. His back arched with the thrust of his hips, the rolling movement forcing more spit out of my mouth. My hands rushed up to him, my nails dragging down his stomach. I could hear him gasping and groaning, shaking with every single movement my fingertips made until it finally happened.

  He shoved his cock deep into my throat.

  “Syd. Sydney. Yes. Oh, fuck. I love you so much. So much. So much.”

  Tears rose in my eyes while his cum tumbled into my stomach. I held my breath as long as I could, feeling him quake underneath me as pump after pump of his essence trickled down my throat. I felt him collapse underneath me, spent from the exertion of his orgasm as his cock quickly began dwindling between my lips.

  I pulled him slowly from my mouth before I laid my cheek to rest on his shaking thigh.

  “Come here,” he said breathlessly.

  “Hold on,” I whispered.

  I felt him lift up and reach down for me, pulling me up to him while we both tried to catch our breath. I could feel the sheen of sweat on his chest as I laid on top of his body. I pressed kiss after kiss into the crook of his neck as spit continued to drip down the sides of my mouth.

  But even though we were both absolute messes, he still managed to press a kiss to my forehead and call me beautiful.

  “Did you mean it?” I asked.

  “Of course you’re beautiful,” he said.

  “I mean when you said we’re safe. Did you mean it?”

  I tumbled off to the side as I prepared myself for his answer. His thumb rose up, clearing off the spit trails on my cheek as a small grin crossed his face. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead, and instantly my body melted into him. We quickly tangled up into one another, holding each other tight as the sun slowly began to rise over the red cliffs of Nevada.

  “Everything went off without a hitch. Everyone’s safe,” he said.

  Tears of joy sprang to my eyes as I cried with relief. Hawk pulled me close to his naked body, wrapping me up in his warmth as I sobbed into the crook of his neck. That meant we could go get Emery. That meant she could live the life I’d always wanted her to live. That meant we could tell her who Hawk was in the hopes that we could all become a family again.

  “You and Emery are welcome here as long as you’d like to stay,” he said.

  “I was honestly hoping you’d say that,” I said.

  I pulled back from him and looked up into his eyes. I could tell he was hanging onto every single word I was saying, and there was no use denying it anymore. I didn’t know what was going to come of the decision I was about to make. It scared me to death that I was going to bring Emery into this life, but I knew that Emery couldn’t live without her father.

  And honestly, neither could I.

  “I was actually hoping Emery, and I might be able to move in.”

  I studied Hawk’s reaction for a little while, and I started to become worried. He didn’t react, and he didn’t move. There was no smile or frown. No tear in his eye. There was nothing that denoted any type of reaction I was expecting from him.

  Until he barreled his lips into mine and rolled over on top of me.

  “Do you mean that?” he asked.

  “Every single word of it,” I said into his lips
.

  “You’re gonna stay,” he said.

  “I don’t know if I’m gonna join The Road Rebels again. I’m still not sure how I stand with that on Emery’s part.”

  “And for the first time tonight, I realized why you stand in that position,” he said. “I’ll respect any decision you make regarding your involvement in them. I’m just so happy the two of you are coming back to me.”

  Then, I saw it. The small little tear in his eye he’d never allow himself to shed. I rose up and captured his lips lightly on mine, a small kiss that communicated so very much. Our arms threaded around each other so our tongues could dance with fury, and soon our lips were swelling underneath the pressure of one another’s as my legs spread to accommodate his body.

  “Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he said. “We’re gonna sleep through the morning, and possibly through lunch.”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Then, I’m gonna treat you to a nice dinner in town before we head back to my mother’s to get Emery.”

  “Sounds good,” I said, smiling.

  “We probably won’t get there until really late at night, so we’ll probably just sneak into her house. I know where the spare key is.”

  “Sounds exciting,” I said as his cock grew against my thigh.

  “We can’t take my bike since we’ll be coming back with Emery, but I figured your van’s probably safe now to drive,” he said as he inched closer to my entrance.

  “Probably,” I said breathlessly.

  “The Devil Saints are being locked away as we speak, and The Road Rebels will be here to help you navigate the rest of the waters you need to with Agent Mahoney if she shows back up.”

  The tip of his throbbing cock breached my entrance, and I moaned at the feeling as my head lobbed back.

  “Oh, this neck of yours,” he said, growling.

  I felt his lips attach to my skin as he slowly sank his cock deep into my body. My legs were trembling, weak from the pleasure he’d given me when he first got him. His teeth grazed along my skin, threatening to take a chunk out of me as he trailed down to my shoulders.