Banger’s Ride(219)

She paused. “I know this is a big deal in your world. Is this like being engaged?”

“Yeah, sorta. To me, it’s more. I’m asking you to share your life with me, and to become a full partner in my world.”

“The property thing is a bit unnerving,” she said.

“It means you belong to me and I belong to you. It tells everyone you’re my woman and to back the fuck off. It gives you respect, and it gives me pride.”

“I will be your old lady, but there are a few conditions.”

“Do you ever just agree with something? You love to negotiate.” Hawk rolled his eyes and smiled. “Okay, go on and tell me your conditions.”

“You know you’d be bored if I were always agreeable.” Cara stared at him. “I am proud to wear this vest and be your old lady. I am willing to be a part of your world, but you have to be a part of mine, too. I can’t abandon my world. I won’t give up being a lawyer—I’ve worked too hard for that. You want me to understand and be in your world, but you have to understand and be in mine, too.”

“Being my old lady doesn’t mean you can’t be a lawyer. You’ll have to do more club stuff, but I’m cool with doing non-club stuff with you. I refuse to do pansy-ass stuff, but a charity event or hanging at your folks once in a while is okay.”

Holding the vest close to her, she said, “I’m honored to be your old lady.”

Hawk yanked her into his arms, kissing her deep and sweet. “You’ll make a kick-ass old lady,” he breathed into her ear. “Let’s go into the bedroom. I want to see you wearing my property patch and nothing else.”

It had been over six weeks since they’d made love, and Cara wanted him badly. She could see the desire in his eyes, as well, reflecting her own. Grateful he’d been so patient with her, she decided it had been long enough. I need to trust his touch. I need to throw away the images Viper planted in my mind. I love Hawk, and I want to make love to him. Cara placed her hands on each side of Hawk’s face and kissed him all over, her feathery pecks making his cock twinge. “Let’s go, Hawk.” She stood up, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom.

Hawk stood over Cara as she lay in his bed. The leather vest covered some of her tits, and her pussy looked sweet with a close-cropped strip of light brown hair. They gazed into each other’s desire-filled eyes. “Damn, I can never get enough of you. I want to make sweet love to you, Cara.” He leaned over and kissed her ready lips. She felt his cock jerk as she rubbed his crotch with her hands. He tore off his t-shirt revealing a new tattoo on his chest—“Cara” in bold black letters with red rosebuds and green vines curling around the letters.

Touching it, she said, “For me?”

“All for you, babe. You’re mine forever. Love you.” He kissed her and her body arched toward his chest, his nipple ring rubbing against her tits. The leather vest she wore felt cool on her skin, and she pulled Hawk closer to her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his hardness against her soft skin. She moved her pelvis backwards and forward, and Hawk groaned. He pulled open her vest and covered her tits with tongue-filled kisses. Grazing her nipples with his teeth, he urged them to erection. Cara squirmed under his soft touch as he left her nipples and ran his tongue down her tits to her ribs, and her stomach.

Hawk parted Cara’s legs, his tongue never leaving her body. He cupped one of his hands under her ass, thrust her pussy toward his face, then rubbed the inside of her thighs with his fingers, followed by swirling licks from his tongue. He traced his tongue all over the inside of her thighs near and around her pussy. Cara, arms above her head, grabbed the slates of the headboard as she writhed under Hawk’s teasing. “That feels so good, honey. I want your cock inside me.”

“I know you do, but I’m not ready yet, baby.” Hawk looked at her. She placed her feet flat on the bed, pushing her pussy further toward Hawk’s teasing tongue.

“Do you want my tongue on your pussy?” he asked between licks and kisses.

“You know I do.”

“Beg me for it.” His tongue kept stroking around her opening.

“Hawk, you’re driving me crazy. Just do it!”

He chuckled, his breath tickling her skin. “Beg me for it.”

Cara needed his tantalizing tongue on her right that second. The anticipation was too great. If begging was the only way he’d put his wicked tongue on her clit, she’d beg. “Please, honey, please put your tongue on my pussy. I need the release. Please.”

“I’m gonna put my mouth over your sweet pussy lips and taste you.”