Hawk: Tempest Elite MC: Tempest Elite MC Book # 5

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by Reagan Phillips


  “You’ve dreamed of me?” I ask as she dips her head and uses her tongue to outline one of my pecs.

  “Ah-ha,” she says with her mouth still open and her tongue darting out at my other pec.

  I never knew my chest could be so sensitive, but I swear if she stays focused there, rubbing her beautiful breasts along my abs while she works, I’ll lose my control.

  When I’ve had all I can take, I wrap one hand in her hair and gently pull up until she’s facing me again.

  “I’ve dreamed of you too, Lo. I’ve dreamed of your lips wrapped around me.”

  Her wicked grin returns, and her eyes sparkle in the dim light. She’s a vision with her lips plump and pink from kissing me and her pale white skin contrasting against my darker tone.

  It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to pick her up and put her on me. She’s enjoying her game too much to ruin it for her, so I lay back flat on the bed, put my hands under my head, and let her go to work.

  Lo takes me in hand and gives a few firm tugs before she’s licking at my head.

  I push back into the bed and close my eyes. In my dreams, she was always perfect, but they were nothing compared to the tightness filling my balls and the burning of my release.

  I’m lost as she slides her lips over me and her mouth engulfs my length. She takes all of me, all the way up to my balls. My tip is at the back of her throat, and I don’t know how she’s going to do any better than she already has until her tongue begins moving up and down my length as she moves up and down on her knees.

  Lo is everything I imagined and so much more. I’m mesmerized watching her work until I’m so close to letting go that I have to pull her off before I lose it in her mouth.

  I want her. I want all of her. I’m not ready for our night to end. So I pull her away and push her back on the bed. It’s her turn to compare her dreams to reality, and I hope I will measure up.

  Chapter 6

  Lotus

  I don’t tell Hawk he’s my first. He’s not the kind of man I think wants to know he’s deflowering a virgin.

  I’m sure he assumes I’m experienced. I’ve seen movies. Darren made me watch them, so I’d be ready for how he liked it. That was clue number one I’d made a very wrong choice in my life.

  Hawk is so different. He’s gentle even though his size would make you think he couldn’t be. And he’s fixated on me.

  When he pulls me away from his cock, my heart flies up in my chest. I’m sure I’ve done something wrong. I’d disappointed him. But then he’s hands are all over me and he’s pinning me underneath him.

  “Protection,” he whispers, and I’m lost about his meaning for a second before I remember and tell him I’m on the pill.

  That earns a wide grin that makes my stomach tight and pulls at my core. He’s pleased with me, and it’s the sexiest feeling of all. He slides himself in between my thighs and, before I can breathe, his cock is parting my lips and entering my core. It’s tight and it stings, and I fight to keep the pain off my face, but Hawk sees it. He lifts one of the hands he’s had anchored to the bed by my head and caresses my cheek.

  “Fuck, Lo. I didn’t know.” Concern fills his eyes, but I grab his hips and I pull him into me, hard, until I’m sure I have all of him seated deep inside my core. A flash of pain washes over me and then it’s gone.

  “It doesn’t matter.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down until our lips touch.

  Hawk moves slow. I know he’s letting me get used to him before his thrusts deepen and I find my rhythm with him. He’s the sweetest man I know, but right now I want him to be hard. I move my hands to his back, and I dig my nails in while biting my lower lip. I’m taking all of him and it’s so damn good. I don’t know whether to scream his name or growl like an animal.

  I don’t have to wonder long as the pressure builds and warmth spreads through my core. I’m riding on a high that is so perfect I don’t ever want to come back down. I’m lost in my own little world, letting the orgasm consume me until Hawk’s cock jerks inside me and I squeeze my core, milking him. He lets out a sound so deep and guttural it makes my body tingle before he collapses on top of me.

  My arms and my legs are limp. My body so relaxed I could stay like this forever. I don’t want to move again, but when Hawk shifts over to his side, he pulls my back into his chest. It’s so warm there, I decide any place that’s touching him is where I want to stay forever.

  “Lo.”

  My name brushes across my ear.

  “You should have told me.”

  I wiggle my butt so it’s pressed up against his still erect cock and sigh. “Would it have made any difference?”

  “I would have gone easier on you,” he says. His fingers tangle in my hair and I’m sure I hear a tinge of concern in his voice. He doesn’t need to be.

  “Maybe I didn’t want you to go easy.”

  He smiles into the back of my head and takes a big whiff of my hair. “Strawberries,” he says in almost a whisper. “It’s always strawberries with you.”

  I nestle my head on my hands while he slides an arm under my neck. I’m not sure how much sleep I’ll get wrapped up in Hawk. There’s too much I still want to explore with him. But before I know it, my eyes are heavy and I’m drifting.

  It’s light outside by the time I wake from my daze. I’ve slept through the night in the nude with Hawk’s equally naked body framing mine.

  It takes me a second to get my bearings, but once I do, I sink back into the comfort of Hawk’s safety wrapped around me.

  His breaths come slow and steady and he’s behind me. I want to see him. Now that I’ve gotten a good look at his body, I want to study it always. It takes some work and a bit of finesse, but I get myself turned around and facing him. His shoulders are massive. His chest is covered in fine black hair and so many tattoos I can’t count them all.

  He’s always stood out to me as the one member of Tempest Elite that didn’t wear ink. Now, as I run my fingers over roses and skulls and small birds in flight, I feel like Hawk has let me in on a secret.

  “Morning, Sunshine,” he says. His eyes are still closed, and he stretches before wrapping me back up in his massive arms and pulling me close again.

  “How did you sleep?” I ask, resting my head on his shoulder.

  He blows out a breath and arches his back before letting out a low, satisfying sigh. “Like a damn king.” He smiles and opens his eyes. They are dazzling in the sunlight. Dark brown with flecks of gold that catch the light. “How about you, Princess? Were you comfortable enough?”

  I nod and almost laugh at his ignorance. “I’ve never been more comfortable.”

  “Good,” he says before pecking my cheek. “Sore?”

  “No.” I give him a puzzled brow lift. “Should I be?”

  “I’ve heard the girls talk about being sore after their first.” He’s pleased with himself by his half smile. “That’s why I wanted to go slow with you last night. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t,” I answer quickly. “Though now I’m wondering how many virgin notches you have on your bedpost to know what girls say after their first time.”

  Hawk laughs. It’s a gut-hollowing laugh that makes his whole body shake. I’ve known Hawk for six months and I’ve never seen him come anywhere close to this relaxed before. It makes me happy to see.

  “You’re my first,” he says.

  I feel my eyes grow wide and my mouth opens slightly before he corrects.

  “My first virgin.”

  “Well,” I glide my hand over one of the raven tattoos over his right shoulder. “I’m glad it was you then. Since you’re an expert and all.”

  We both laugh and Hawk grabs at my side and tickles me until I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe. When we stop, we’re face to face and he’s staring at me so intently I’m not sure if I should kiss him or be scared what he’s thinking about me. So I hedge. “Tell me about the tattoos.”

  “What a
bout them?”

  I trace another with my finger. It’s a rose. A very delicate one with a date written under it from almost fifteen years ago. “What do they mean?”

  Hawk captures my hand and pulls it away from his chest. He slides his palm around until our fingers are interlaced like we’re holding hands, but I know he was pulling me away.

  “I’m starving. Why don’t I go down to the restaurant and bring us up some breakfast?”

  He’s already sitting up and pulling on the shirt I threw on the floor last night.

  “I didn’t know we served breakfast.” I’m stalling. I also feel like I’ve just put my size ten foot in my mouth and now I’m choking on it.

  “We don’t.” He’s off the bed and already pulling his jeans up. “But there’s bacon and eggs in the fridge, and I’m sure I can find some coffee.”

  “Umm. That sounds nice.”

  Hawk leans over the bed, puts a hand on either side of me, and he kisses me. It’s not as passionate as last night, but it’s sweet and endearing and it’s enough to stop me from second guessing myself about the tattoo question.

  Though, as he walks out the door, I can’t stop myself from wondering why he has so many tattoos and why some have dates and others don’t. Why are they always hidden from view? Still waters run deep, my mother used to say, and I never understood the meaning until now. There’s a lot more to Hawk than meets the eye. And I’m just beginning to break the surface.

  Hawk

  I intend to make Lo breakfast in bed, but first there are a few things I need to take care of. I know she has questions. Anyone who’s seen me shirtless usually does, but I’m not ready to answer her yet.

  I have to walk outside to get into the restaurant. When I do, Jonus is already at the front door waiting to be let in. I didn't check the time. After waking up with Lo in my arms, opening the restaurant was the last thing on my mind.

  I squint at him through the sunlight. “It’s opening time already?”

  “Not for another hour,” he says, then follows me inside. “I was going to knock on your apartment door, but I wasn’t sure which one was yours.”

  I’m stalking across the place to the kitchen, somewhat annoyed I now have Jonus to deal with when I really want to just cook our breakfast and get back upstairs to Lo.

  “You could have called?” I say, pushing the kitchen doors open.

  Jonus follows right behind me. “I did. And sent texts. You weren’t answering your phone.”

  Fuck. As soon as he mentions it, I feel the back pocket of my jeans. I’d slid my cell in one when I was bringing Lo’s stuff back to my apartment. It must have fallen out when she threw them in the pile on the floor.

  That thought leads to Lo, naked in my bed, waiting for her breakfast, and then hopefully round two.

  “Make it quick,” I throw over my shoulder. “I’ve got something to do before we open.”

  “I can’t find Lo,” Jonus says, making me stop reaching for the frying pan hanging on the wall.

  “What do you mean you can’t find her? Maybe she’s out with a friend?”

  “She doesn’t have friends.” He steps closer. “And some of her stuff is gone. Camila said she got a letter from home yesterday and I’m worried.”

  I take a deep breath and sigh. I could have planned this all better. Of course Camila and Jonus would worry. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

  I reach in the fridge for the eggs and butter, but Jonus steps in my way before I can make it to the stove.

  “You don’t know Lo like I do. She never does anything like this. She’s either here, or she's at home. If she’s in neither one, then there is something wrong.”

  “Jonus.” I glare. “There is nothing wrong. She’ll show up in time for the lunch rush.”

  Jonus stares at me for a minute. Then he looks at the carton of eggs in my hand and the two plates I’ve put on the counter. I can see the second it all clicks for him, but he’s smart enough to not call me out on it.

  “Fine,” he says instead. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “Good thinking.” I push past him and throw a pat of butter into my hot pan. I don’t have to tell Jonus to get lost. He lets himself out before the eggs even make it to the pan. I make quick work of finishing off breakfast and loading it onto a serving tray. I had the opportunity to break through a wall and add an entry from the restaurant to the apartment a few years ago, but at the time I didn’t see the point.

  Now with the possibility of having company, I’m beginning to rethink that decision.

  I’m up the steps and back in the room, but Lo isn’t in my bed. She’s not anywhere. I panic. I shouldn't have left her. Maybe last night was too much. Too fast. I’m across the small apartment in a few steps when I hear the water in the bathtub swish out and hit the floor. The door is partway open, so I push it the rest of the way back. There, in the middle of a sea of water, Lo is spread out like she belongs there. She glances up at me, startled at first, until I smile.

  “If I had known, I would have skipped breakfast.” I step into the bathroom and kneel down next to the tub. The floor is already soaked, and now, so are my knees.

  Lo lifts one hand from the bath and runs it through my hair. “I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t resist. I didn’t know clawfoot bathtubs were still a thing.”

  “They are in old apartments.”

  “If I lived here, I’d use this every day. You don’t know how lucky you are.”

  I smile and nod, watching her. “I think I have an idea.”

  Lo pushes up from the back of the tub to kiss me. Once her lips meet mine, I’m lost in her all over again. I wrap her in my arms and lean into the tub until I can slide in behind her. Clothes and all, I sit at her back, combing out her hair and rubbing soap on her shoulders.

  “This could work,” I say, running my hand down the front of her chest and cupping one heavy breast.

  Lo leans back into me.

  “What could work?” she asks, her tone so innocent that I almost feel wrong for thinking what I’m thinking.

  I turn her around so she faces me, and I shift to the center of the tub so she’s straddling my lap with her legs behind me.

  “Oh,” she says and gives me that wicked grin I’ve come to love.

  Oh is right. She lifts off me only long enough for me to pull out of my wet jeans and shirt, then she’s back down. I sink into her until she has all of me inside. And then the fun begins all over again.

  Now that I’ve had Lo, I’m never going to get my fill of her. I just hope she feels the same way about me.

  Chapter 7

  Lotus

  Friday night football is in full swing and Hawk’s is packed. The fans that couldn’t get into the high school’s small stadium are here, spilling out from tables and a full bar.

  Jonus can’t pour the beers fast enough, and Camila and I are emptying trays as fast as we fill them.

  Since I’ve been staying with Hawk, he’s been around the restaurant more often. Most nights, he’s even gotten behind the bar and given Jonus a much needed break, or he takes a section of tables and still splits the tips between Camila and me.

  He’s a different man to me now. Camila still looks at him the same. She called him a jerk the other day when she asked, again, to take tonight off. She’s pissed about missing her boyfriend's initiation, but Jonus and I talked her into not walking out on her shift.

  Jonus knows something. He keeps smiling at me and making funny faces, and he hasn’t asked me once where I’ve been over the past week.

  Tonight, Hawk isn’t helping us. He was called into a meeting at the club. Something big, he said, or he wouldn’t miss seeing Hawk’s rake in record numbers for the fourth weekend in a row.

  The game on the TV is tied, giving Camila and I a much-needed break. Everyone’s attention is on the kicker, giving me time to step behind the bar and lean on the wall to ease the pain in my back.

  “Is boss man coming in tonight to help us out?” Camil
a asks as she slams her tray down on the bar and leans over the cash register.

  “I don’t know,” Jonus answers, filling two mugs at a time. “Why don’t you ask Lo?”

  My ears perk up and I push off the wall to stand near them both. “Why would I know what Hawk’s plans are?”

  Jonus doesn’t say a word. He puts the two beers on Camila’s tray and gives me a glance that says he knows everything. No wonder he hasn’t asked about me.

  “I heard the club is having a meeting tonight. Something big, by the sounds of it.”

  “Oh.” Camila starts. Her voice rises in pitch. “It’s okay for him to take tonight off for the Tempest Elite. So that’s why I couldn’t have it off.”

  “I’m sure it’s not like that,” I start, but Camila is already muttering to herself and walking away with her tray. “He didn’t know about the meeting until today,” I say to Jonus. I’m not sure why I feel the need to defend Hawk. He owns the place. He can do whatever he wants.

  Jonus is already working on the next set of drinks for me. “She’ll get over it. And for the record, I haven’t told her about you and you-know-who.”

  My cheeks heat instantly.

  “And for what my opinion is worth, I think you’re good for him.” He gives me a wild smirk. “And from what I’ve seen this week, he’s just as good for you.”

  I play-slap his shoulder and tell him to shut up. I’ve never had stronger feelings about someone in my life than I do for Hawk, but it’s all happening so quickly. I’m not sure I’ve processed it enough to make jokes.

  I’m back to serving tables as the kicker on the TV misses the goal and the game is in our opponent’s favor. It seems we sell more drinks when we’re down than when we're up. The crowd is so loud, I can’t hear anything anyone says and have to rely on lipreading to take orders and communicate with Camila on the floor. Jonus is also backed up at the bar, and the new girl Hawk brought in to help out in the kitchen is now helping us keep up with orders.

 

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