“I can’t wait to get my cock in your hot pussy, babe. You ready for me?”
“Yes, I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
Hawk rubbed his cock between Cara’s ass cheeks while he massaged her pussy with his hand, her ass wiggling as his dick played between her rounded globes. He slid his hardness down to her heat, coating it with her wetness before easing it into her tightness. Thrusting slowly at first, he picked up his pace as she squealed in delight.
“Faster. I want it hard and fast,” she said.
“I’ll fuck you rough, baby, rougher than you’ve ever had it. I love fuckin’ your pussy.”
Hawk slammed into her over and over, his cock slippery from her wetness, his balls slapping against her thighs. Cara ground her ass into Hawk’s cock each time it came in; her tits bounced, her ass wiggled, and her pussy was on fire. From Hawk’s thickness in her and his grunts, she knew he was ready to explode. The heat in her rose steadily, and the contractions started slow and built to a peak as wave after wave of bliss sent her over the edge again and again. “Hawk!”
“Fuck. You’re squeezing the shit outta my cock as you come. Fuck, baby.” Throwing his head forward, he kissed the back of her neck, cupping her breast as his legs tightened and he exploded in her. With each thrust, he grunted as he expended the last of his come inside her. Withdrawing, he pulled her into his arms, and they held each other while the warm water bathed them.
For the first time, Cara felt complete with a man, and she adored this badass with the piercings and tattoos. She loved the way he looked in his leather and denim, the way he walked, and the way he rode his Harley. Denying her feelings for too long, she let her reason get the best of her, but the truth was she couldn’t get enough of him. She decided to let herself go on this wild passionate ride. Protected in his powerful embrace, for the first time since Viper came to her office, she knew everything would be all right.
Chapter Twenty
The next morning, Cara woke up to the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon. When she reached out beside her, Hawk’s place was empty. She snuggled deeper under the down comforter, but her stomach growled. Reluctantly, she left the comfort of the bed and went to wash up before going downstairs.
Cara watched Hawk as he stood by the stove, turning the bacon in an iron skillet. He had on gray sweat pants and was bare from the waist up. In the sunlight, Cara saw the large back tattoo of the Insurgents’ emblem—an ink replica of the patch he wore on the back of his leather jacket. She remembered reading that a member’s back piece represented his undying loyalty to the club. It also told other biker clubs that a member had been in the motorcycle club for ten years or more. On the back of his right arm, she noticed the initials “IFFI” (Insurgents Forever, Forever Insurgents) in Germanic script. His back and arm muscles rippled with each movement he made. He is magnificent.
She padded over to him and looped her arms around his waist, kissing his upper shoulder. “Morning,” she breathed into his back.
Hawk turned his head toward her, smiling as he kissed the top of her head, saying, “You smell wonderful.”
“You, too,” she said, breathing in his fresh-soap scent. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him on his lips.
He kissed her back while his tongue demanded possession of her mouth, and she gladly parted her lips. Swinging around, he crushed her against him as he kissed her while she grabbed his ass with her hands, digging her fingernails into his firm flesh.
“Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he growled. He cupped her tits and brought his mouth down her neck, kissing, biting, and sucking urgently.
“No, Hawk, not there. I can’t have it showing on my neck. I can’t go to court like that.”
“I want every man to see my mark so they know they better fuckin’ stay away from you.”
“Please, Hawk. I’ll have to wear scarves for a week. I hate wearing anything around my neck,” she murmured as her body tingled.
“Too late, babe. You’re wearing my mark.”
“You should do it where no one but me can see.”
“I can do that,” he said as he tugged her t-shirt up over her breasts. Bringing his mouth down over her tits, he sucked as she swayed and moaned. As he marked her tits, he pinched her nipples between his fingers. “Fuck, your tits are so soft. I love the way they feel in my hands.”
Cara’s panties were completely wet and she drew Hawk closer to her, making his hard cock press into her stomach as she moved her body sideways then up and down. Hawk breathed in through his clenched teeth. “Take your pants off,” he ordered.