Cocky Fiance(23)

Was she staying with the asshole to spite herself? I couldn't place what her reasons were. Typically this situation called for the guy to be decked. But... it was kind of amusing.

"Britta snooping around after your cheating ass?" I asked, scoffing at the idea. "Don't flatter yourself, hotshot."

"No need to flatter myself. I'm married now," Roman said, pulling his jaded wife closer as if that was supposed to convince us he wasn't a dickhead.

"So, act like it, and maybe for once keep your dick in your pants," Britta replied.

For whatever reason, Roman seemed amused by her reaction.

That's what this was... a ‘bad publicity is good publicity' type thing. As long as he was the center of attention in Britta's world, good or bad, he was happy.

What a sad sack of shit.

This time Roman turned to me, his snide smirk on full beam. "Hawk... how's Rita?"

My gaze flicked to Britta. Her expression was hard to gauge.

I turned my body to face him for the moment, I felt compelled to land my fist in his smug face. "Roman, I'm not into second chances, so consider yourself lucky in this situation you're still in one piece. I'm also not into sloppy seconds, so whatever you have going on with your redheaded fuck friend, that's none of my concern, and..." I stood to change the power play. He stepped back, knocking into the seat behind him. "If I hear you involve Britta in any of your bullshit drama, or if you come near her again, I promise I will pull your tiny limp dick through your throat until you choke on your own little boy boys."

Roman's smirk was wiped clean off his face. Rebekah however, looked somewhat jubilant.

"Have I made myself perfectly clear?"

Roman cleared his throat and nodded before pushing his wife along so he could make his hasty exit.

The restaurant had fallen quiet, diners casting me nervous looks as they feigned hushed conversation with each other. Returning to my seat, I unfolded the white napkin over my lap and smiled at the gorgeous woman sitting across from me.

"Let's eat," I announced. Britta picked up her knife and fork and cut the steak in half and using the fork, placed a piece on my salad.

"Ah, my night just got better."

Britta giggled, and when the waiter poured wine into a fresh glass, we raised our glasses in a toast.

"To having each other's back."

Britta carved a piece of steak and placed it in her mouth. She did it seductively, emphasizing her lips sliding over the fork.

"What are you doing?" I asked, knowing full well what she was doing.

"Just thinking about later," she replied, cocking a brow.

"And what exactly is happening later?"

"Well..." she said, dangling her fork as if lost in thought, "... you kind of turned me on just now, and I want to show you my appreciation."

I leaned back in my chair, watching this pure creature in front of me. There was a moment of sadness when I remembered while we were so perfect for each other, we could be nothing more without hurting those around us.

Pushing the negative to the side, I focused on the right now.

"How can I say no to that?"

"Wouldn't matter if you did."

We both laughed at her brazen flirtation.

"As much as I'd like to get between your legs this very moment, you my dear have had a long day and need your energy. Eat, and then I will offer you my body so you can fulfill your wildest fantasies... on me."

Again, Britta laughed, the earlier altercation long erased.

Roman had returned to his table, his narrowed spiteful eyes still locked on Britta. I wouldn't make any more of a fuss. Rather, I'd wait until the opportune time presented itself, and Roman would be sorry he ever pursued her.





Chapter 17


Britta





Hawk's hand inched up my thigh, sneaking between my legs while he drove. Having caught a cab to the restaurant, I accepted Hawk's offer for a lift home, because I was eager for what was to come. I let his finger hook under my panties and slide straight in my pussy. He was focused on the road ahead but gently moved in and out for the journey home. Hawk was warming me up, and I sat back and enjoyed the sensations he'd happily given me.   





 

"We're here," I heard his gravelly voice stir me into the present.

Hawk pulled out and exited the car, leaving me in a state of arousal. Within moments, he was opening my door and hoisting me over his shoulder. Receiving a slap on the ass, I squealed, and he chuckled in response. I hoped whatever he had in store for me involved more of that. Hawk carried me through the foyer, the concierge giving him a playful smile.

When the elevator doors closed on us, he slid me down his hard body until I wrapped my legs around his waist. Sandwiching me against the wall of the lift, the cold glass chilled my skin, Hawk crushed his lips to mine and that familiar ache between my legs returned. It was deep and passionate, typical Hawk style. It was like he'd taken possession, and I was willing to hand myself over to him. I felt like a wanton whore for how much I craved this man's cock, for how much I wanted him moving inside of me.

The elevator doors opened and I was carried through the penthouse, down the hall, and to his spacious bedroom. His entire house was in darkness except for the silver glow of the city lights filtering through. It was an eerie, sensual feeling, my skin prickling with a strong lust. Lowering me to the bed, he stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it over his broad shoulders. I wanted to run my hands over his body and lick every inch of his tattoos. They covered both arms, chest, back, and neck and he looked sexy as fuck all inked up. Hawk wasted no time in tearing my skirt down over my ankles.

"Open," he commanded, and I did as he said. Dropping between my spread legs, his hungry mouth found my pussy, kissing and licking. I squirmed on the bed, my clit teased and tormented. One hand gripped his hair, the other tore at the sheets. I moaned loudly, becoming almost frantic from the pleasure. His finger pushed in, and I automatically started clenching around him. Hawk knew precisely what my body needed and demanded. He knew how to get me off and now was no exception. No man had fucked me the way Hawk fucked me, maybe that was why I'd keep on coming back when I knew I shouldn't.

"Fuckkk..." I screamed, my hands seizing my breasts as the orgasm ripped through me. He rode me through the wave, licking and tasting my cum until finally, my body fell in exhaustion. Hawk didn't waste any time, flipping me onto my stomach and bringing me up to my knees.

His large hands slapping down across my right ass cheek. After the rush of pleasure I'd just had, and with my now sensitive nerve endings, the sudden strike of pain brought the urge back to life. When he did it again, my nipples hardened and back concaved. I desperately needed him, to feel him moving inside. And then, as if reading my thoughts, he plunged in his rock-hard cock the deepest he could go.

I screamed, and he caught me from falling, my legs giving way. It was a strange feeling when he was inside me, thrusting hard or slow, it didn't matter. There was a pain within, but it was an addictive pain. One that quickly turned to pleasure. He had length and width which my pussy struggled to accommodate, but I was a sucker for the punishment because it felt so damn good.

Hawk's hand slid down the center of my back, pushing my chest onto the mattress, making my ass stick higher. He held me down while he drove in and out, fucking me senseless. He pounded me hard and ground against me, wrapping my long hair around his fist for leverage.

I orgasmed violently, screaming out his name. My limbs were weak and exhausted, but Hawk held me up while he pumped into me a few more times before coming inside of me. When he was done, his fingers gripped my waist, and he fell on top of me and rolled to the side.

We were both catching our breath, Hawk's muscles twitching from the rigor.

"Are you happy I interrupted your date now?" he asked, and although I couldn't see his face in the shadows, I knew he was smiling.

"Would it make you into a cocky bastard if I said yes?"

"I'm already one, so it makes no difference."

I laughed at his narcissism, but I knew he was just saying it to earn a smile.

Exhaling heavily to find the energy, I sat up in bed. "I should get going. It was a long-"

"Stay the night," Hawk interrupted.

I was caught off guard, and my heart skipped a beat.

I had assumed that the unspoken rule of friends with benefits was that overnight stayers were a big no-no. They garnered endearment. Placed vulnerable hearts at risk of falling for those who were off limits. Of course, I couldn't say any of this to him, because I would look a wee bit crazy, so instead, I opted for the safe version of crazy.

"Are you sure we should go down that path?"

He must have opened his eyes because the whites of his eyes suddenly glowed. "Britta," he started, and I almost felt reprimanded, "I asked you to stay the night, not push out six of my kids."   





 

Squeezing my lips together, I held back the burst of laughter. He was right, no matter how absurd his explanation was.

Taking my hand, Hawk pulled me from the bed and led me into the shower. Once again, under the hot stream of water, his large possessive hands soaped and cleaned my body. We did all this in silence and seeing how tired I was, Hawk behaved himself despite his hard cock pleading for more. Once in bed, he wrapped a muscled inked arm around my torso and pulled me toward him. We spooned, and it felt safe and secure. So safe and secure, it was dangerous.