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Hawk
Standing beside the bed watching his woman sleep, her eyes still swollen from crying, Hawk silently swore to never be the cause of her tears. He would rather shoot himself in the junk than make her cry.
He couldn’t promise not to piss her off or even disappoint her, he knew himself, and he wasn’t a fucking angel. He was going to fuck up, that went without saying, but what he could promise her was that he would love her like no other could. And along with his love came a promise that he would always be faithful. He knew some of the brothers with old ladies fucked club whores, and that was their business, not his. He wouldn’t be doing it. Not fucking ever. Having her in his bed would be enough.
Bending over the bed he carefully removed her clothes, leaving her in her panties. Fuck, she was beautiful. Lifting her up he pulled the duvet down and slid her into bed then pulled it up over her shoulder. She slept through him undressing her and moving her around, proof of how hard today had hit her.
Stepping away from the bed he undressed and walked naked into the bathroom for a quick shower. He might have been naked but his firearm went with him. It sat on a very handy shelf right outside the shower. It made him smile and shake his head. Drying off he wrapped the towel around his hips, picked up his weapon and walked back into the bedroom. His little bird was still sleeping and he drew the curtains plunging the room into darkness.
Setting his gun on the bedside table with his wallet and cell phone he lifted the covers and slid in next to her. Lying back against the pillows he pulled his woman into his arms and settled her head on his chest. She gave a little sigh as she settled into him, her hand resting over his heart.
Hawk pressed a kiss to her hair and closed his eyes.
He fell asleep with her scent in his lungs, in his head, and in his blood.
DC
I woke slowly and for a moment I lay there, confused, trying to work out where the hell I was. Then it all came rushing back and I slowly lifted my head to look at the man lying on his back in my bed, my chest on top of his, his arms around me and our legs entangled. His hair was loose and wild around his head, his beard ruffled, but for all that he looked peaceful, and way too freaking beautiful.
Staring down at the sleeping giant I suddenly, and jealously, wondered how many women had seen him looking like this. That totally icky thought was enough to have me sliding out of bed pretty damn quick. Picking up his t-shirt I pulled it over my head breathing in his clean male scent as I made a quick stop in the bathroom before heading to the kitchen. I needed coffee.
I was standing sipping my coffee and staring out at my back garden when I felt him. His heat hit my back before his arms came around me, pulling me back against his warm, hard chest. I smiled as he moved my hair away from my neck with his bearded chin and nuzzled into me, laying little kisses against my neck. His beard tickled and I shivered deliciously. He made a growly sound along with the little kisses.
I turned my head towards him as he lifted his head. His voice was sleep rough and deep.
“Morning, my little bird. Woke up and found you gone.”
Before I could answer he turned me and I slid my hands and my eyes up over his naked skin, stroking his beautiful abs and pecs, drawing my hands up over his shoulders and down to his huge biceps. The man was heavily muscled but not like those steroid swallowing gym rats, his muscles came from the life he lived and from working out with his brothers.
His club tattoo was on the right side of his chest, his arms covered by tattooed sleeves that crept over onto his hands. On his ribs on the left side of his chest were initials and dates and I knew without asking that they were in remembrance of his parents and his child. The skin over his heart was untouched and called to my tattooist heart.
With his partly buttoned jeans hanging low on his hips, it exposed some of the good stuff that made up Hawk Walker, especially that golden trail leading down into his pants. I looked up into those amazing amber-yellow eyes and smiled at his sleep rumpled hair and beard. My very, very sexy man.
“Morning. Would you like some coffee?”
“Please, babe.”
He bent and ran his lips over my forehead then let me go, obviously so I could get him his coffee. I didn’t mind getting it for him, it was my pleasure, but it wasn’t something I ever did for any of the men who came before him.
Strange. But it felt right.
When I handed him his mug he took my hand and led me out through the slider onto the deck, sat down and pulled me down into his lap. I relaxed back against him, watching the wind moving through the trees and drawing in the peace of my wild garden that almost completely hid my studio at the far end of the property.
“Your garden is crazy, baby. It looks like you threw some plants out there and just let them take over and do as they pleased. It’s fucking beautiful. What is that building that’s being swallowed by all this crazy?”
I gave a pleased grin. “I know it looks crazy but it’s carefully planted to look that way. Zelda did it as a housewarming gift and she still comes out and takes care of it for me. I can sit here and watch the seasons change and there is always something beautiful even in the middle of winter. And it’s not swallowing the building, just covering it, and it’s my studio. It’s where I paint when I have the time. ”
“I like your garden. We’ll have her come out to the house and do the garden there as well. And why didn’t I know that you painted? Why is it a secret?”
“I like that you like my garden and my painting isn’t really a secret it’s just mine, you know? Something I do for me.” I turned and grinned. “You actually own one of my paintings. The one in your office is one of mine.”
His body jerked and he held me away from his body so he could see my face.
“I fucking love that painting, which is why it’s in my office. I tried to buy more of DJM’s work but found nothing available. Why is that? You’re an incredible artist, baby. Why do all this other shit when all you should do is paint?”
I shook my head and smiled. “Life happened, my family, my club. I compromised, became a tattoo artist and I paint when I have free time. I haven’t sold any of my work for quite a few years now, which is why you couldn’t find any of my paintings.”
Pulling me back against his chest he rested his chin on my head as he spoke.
“We’ll sort all of that out as soon as we’ve got things back to normal around here. I’m going to build you a studio and hang your work all over our house. And we need to arrange for Zelda to come out to the house to give us some ideas regarding the garden. We’ll just have to train the dogs not to wreck it.”
I shifted so I could see his face. He talked about his house as if it was ours, the garden and dogs ours as well. I wasn’t going to touch the house or studio thing right now.
“You have dogs? How do you keep them happy when you have to be gone so much?”
He smiled and rubbed his nose over my cheek and my stupid nether regions fluttered.
“No, babe, I don’t. It’s something I need to talk to you about and now is as good a time as any. I want us to get two trained guard dogs. Dogs trained to listen only to us. And before you say anything, baby, we have fuckloads of enemies. I’m very aware that you can take care of yourself and that you have good security here and at the shop. I just want to add another layer of protection, an extra layer that would give me peace of mind when I’m not with you. The dogs will be an early warning system plus they will attack any bastard that comes onto our properties.”
He stopped talking, eyes narrowed as if he thought I would fight him on it. He had no idea. I have always wanted to get a dog but with my work schedule I felt bad about leaving a little puppy alone at home. But a fully grown dog, now that was totally doable.
“When can we go get them? How long does training take? Will they live here with me or with you?”
He threw his head back as he laughed and I held my breath at the beauty of the man. He sat on my deck with his faded well-worn jeans half way buttoned exposing that golden glory trail, his hair a loose wild mess and his beard sleep rough. His laughter chased the harshness from his face and eyes, deepening the lines made by sun and laughter around his eyes. He was unbelievably beautiful and I was a seriously lucky bitch to own that beauty.
“I’ll talk to Jagger, baby. He’s arranging it for the club but we’ll get first choice. The dogs are young but fully grown. I’ll get him to send us some photos. And they will be where ever we are, little bird.”
I bounced excitedly and grinned then planted a smacking kiss on his mouth.
“I’ve always wanted a dog. I can’t wait. Thank you, baby.” I whispered against his cheek, smiling as he tightened his arms.
“Before we get to the good stuff, baby, there’s something I have to tell you. It’s not good but together we can handle it.”
He tilted his head back until he could look me in the eyes and didn’t give me time to consider his words before he laid it out.
“Snake and Big Ed approached your dad a few years ago to arrange a marriage between you and that asshole. Doc told them to fuck off. They were not pleased. Now you are mine and they are going to hear about it and it’s going to piss them off. With the shit going on between Jane and Big Ed I want you to be extra careful, little bird. Those fuckers are crazy and we don’t want them getting their filthy hands on you.”
As he spoke my face scrunched up in disgust.
“Sies! (Yuck!) He’s disgusting, Jane’s welcome to him. Why didn’t my dad tell me? No, wait don’t tell me...it was club business. Okay, consider me informed. Now, when are we getting to the good part of the morning?”
With a deep growl Hawk swooped down into my neck and dragged his beard over the sensitive skin. Then I was up in the air, clasped against his naked chest as he strode into the house, down the passage and into the bedroom.
He threw me at the bed. Threw. Me.
I flew, bounced, and was still laughing wildly when he was on me. My laughter ended when his mouth slammed down over mine. His lips hard, but a good kind of hard. His tongue sliding deep and dominating my mouth, taking me over, sending me spiralling into searing lust. My hands were clasped around those huge biceps, my legs tight around his thighs as he ground his cock against me. He had his hands in my hair, keeping my head where he wanted it as he kissed me.
Sliding my hands up and over his shoulders then down to skim over his abs I headed unerringly for his partly buttoned jeans, undoing those few buttons and setting his magnificent cock free. Shoving his jeans down his legs with my feet I surrounded that bounty with both my hands and slowly slid them up and down his rock hard erection. He suddenly reared back and my hands lost him as he ripped the t-shirt up and over my head, leaving my boobs bouncing with the violence of the act. He snatched my panties down to my knees, lifting my legs up and to the side, resting them against his shoulder as he pulled them all the way off and tossing them over his shoulder. Opening my legs wide he settled them around his waist and stared down at my totally exposed and very wet pussy.
“Condom, baby.” His voice was so rough it was barely recognisable and his facial muscles were tight giving him an almost feral look.
All I could do was point at the drawer in the bedside table and that elicited a whole other growl, a slightly pissed off growl. It confused me for about a second before I forgot all about it as he lowered himself over me and reached into the drawer. I rubbed myself against him, groaning as that beautiful cock slid through my wet pussy and his piercing bumped against my clit. It was my first pierced cock and it felt absolutely amazing sliding over my clit. I couldn’t wait to find out what it would do for me on the inside.
Again he reared back and I watched as he rolled the condom on. Thank the Pope I still had some left. My tongue slipped out and I licked my lips while my eyes never left his large cock. His large pierced cock.
“You’re going to have to take it slow with that big cock of yours, babe, because I haven’t done this in quite a while.” I said softly.
He growled at me before telling me exactly how it was going to go.
“Don’t want to fucking hear about you with anyone else, baby. As of this minute our pasts no longer exists for either of us. I promise I will take care of you, I’m big, I know and you are so fucking tiny. Not going to hurt you, ever. Trust me, baby.”
Then he was over me, kissing me, so deep, so consuming it set my mind soaring. His fingers were playing with my clit, rubbing, circling, dipping down to gather moisture then up again and rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. I writhed, I lifted my hips, begging him wordlessly to take me but he didn’t, he played with me until I felt I was going to burst into flames.
He slid one finger inside, slowly, so very slowly. Then added another, stretching me, sliding slowly in and out and then a third and it was so very, very good that I didn’t care about the pinch of pain. I just wanted him in me. Now.
And throughout he kissed me, nipped at my lips, slid his tongue over mine, and breathed me in. Dipped down and licked and sucked on my neck before bending to take my nipple in his mouth and suck hard, going from one to the other. And all the while his fingers played, stretching me.
Then his fingers were gone and I felt him at my entrance, so big, so intimidatingly large that I tensed, but he had prepared me so well I was soaked for him as he slowly started pushing inside. I couldn’t take all of him at once and he slowed.
His groan against my mouth joined with my moan as he carefully slid out and back in, just the head of him inside me.
“My little bird has such a tight little pussy, and it’s so wet and ready for me. Hold on to me, baby. You’re going to take all of me now.”
With that he slowly and insistently pushed and I gasped feeling my eyes go wide as he kept on pushing, stretching me, sliding inside. So deep inside it felt as if he had reached a place no one else had ever been before. Groaning deep and long he slid all the way in, his pubic bone flush against my clit.
“You’re so big and so deep. Please, please keep still, just for a minute while I get used to this. God, you feel so, so very, very good.” I groaned against his lips as he lifted his head.
He looked down at me, his eyes burning amber-yellow and his eyelids half-mast with lust.
“Okay, little bird, but I’m struggling here. You feel so fucking good I want to slam into to you over and over until we both explode. But I won’t, I won’t hurt you, baby. Tell me when you’re ready.” He growled.
I smiled and lifted my hips, testing, and he groaned. All I felt was pleasure, so much pleasure.
“Move, baby.” I whispered.
It was like setting a wild animal free. He braced his forearms on either side of me. Looking down at me with his hair falling down over his face he gave me a feral grin. His gorgeous lips curved as he grinned, making my heart race and my pussy clamp down around him.
“Brace, baby.” He whispered.
His slowly withdrew then slammed back inside, stretching me, reaching so deep, his piercing touching and sliding over something that sent shock waves through me. Shock waves of the deepest pleasure I had ever felt. My hips lifted to aid him but he was moving so fast that I lost the rhythm and gave up matching his rhythm. I just gave tiny pulses of my hips and contracted my muscles inside my pussy as he slammed into me over and over.
It felt incredible. Rough and hard, but so very good.
I felt it approaching, gathering in my toes, my fingertips and running through my body to where his cock was laying waste to my pussy. And then it was on me, arching my back as every muscle in my body clenched and I screamed. I fucking screamed. I never screamed.
My arms and legs snapped tight around him trying to keep his cock from leaving me but he was too strong. He plunged into my spasming pussy over and over, prolonging my orgasm, making me writhe, moan and scream in pleasure. I felt the muscles in his back ripple under my hands as he slammed his entire length in me, keeping himself deep inside as he climaxed. I watched my beautiful man as his muscles bunched and the tendons in his neck became hard and pronounced. His lips were drawn back, his teeth gritted as his groan of pleasure rumbled deep in his chest. Throughout his climax his intent and narrowed amber-yellow hawk’s eyes stayed on me.
He looked as if he was dying, but it was a welcomed death. A pleasurable death. As his muscles and tendons gradually relaxed he gave me a slow smile. A knowing smile, a conquerors smile.
He had wrecked me.
He had taken me over.
He destroyed me. Only to remake me.
Then he gave me life.
A new life with us at its centre.
I lay under him and felt him still pulsing deep inside. My poor pussy was full, so very full. He moved slightly and I groaned at the small aftershocks still rippling through me.
His hands moved to either side of my head, holding me still, his head dipping down until our noses touched.
“You are mine now, little bird. This body, this pussy belongs to me.”
I frowned at him. “You can’t claim me just because we’ve had sex.”
He didn’t even hesitate before laying it out for me.
“That wasn’t just sex, baby. That was me claiming you, making you mine and mine alone.”
Kissing my nose he slowly started pulling out and I moaned and flinched at the same time.
He grinned, the damned bastard. “You feeling a bit tender, baby? I like that. You will feel me all day and know you are mine.”
“You are such a caveman.” I griped, but deep inside I was smiling.
“Yes, I am, but I’m your caveman, little bird. Always yours.”
He moved off me and sauntered his gorgeous ass into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I listened as he flushed, washed his hands and then started the shower.
Was he going to shower without me?
“Get your beautiful ass in here, DC. We need to shower and get out of here or I’ll be tempted to spend the rest of the day in bed fucking you breathless and that’s not going to happen. You’re too sore to take me again right now and I don’t want you to hurt more than you already do.”
I grinned as I slid out of bed but immediately grimaced as my poor pussy complained bitterly. Ja, I was definitely going to feel him all day.
But it wasn’t a bad thing. No, it was the best thing.
