Cara held his balls in her hand as she put his cock back in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her sucking and groaning reverberating in the shower. Hawk placed his hands on her shoulders. “I want to fuck you. I want my cock in your tight pussy.”
Hawk stood up, jumped out of the shower, rifled through one of his bathroom drawers, and came back with a condom. After he slipped it on, he drew Cara into him for a feverish kiss. Then Hawk swung her around and had her bend over the shower bench.
“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.
Cara shrugged out of her black yoga pants and bikini panties before he picked her up and placed her on the counter. She shivered as her bare ass touched the granite countertop. Hawk stood in front of her, and she wrapped her long legs around his tapered waist as he licked her nipples with his tongue while he rubbed her pussy up and down his cock. Touching her sensitive nub, he rolled it between his fingers. She pulled out his hair tie and ran her fingers through his long, silky hair.
When his fingers went into her pussy, she cried out while he pushed her back so she was resting on her elbows, giving him greater access to her throbbing mound. Goosebumps pebbled her skin as his soft tongue traced her body down past her ribcage, her stomach, and ultimately to her engorged pussy. He licked her slick lips, cooling some of the heat. Her mound clenched wildly as he licked, nipped, and squeezed it, then his tongue entered her tightness and fucked her as he rubbed her hard nub.
“Hawk, it feels so good,” Cara said as the tightness turned into blasts of relief over and over again as her pussy exploded. Then, in the midst of this explosion, Hawk’s hard cock slammed into her. Her pussy encased his throbbing dick like a glove, and he grunted as he thrust in and out of her while she scratched his back with her nails, drawing him closer to her.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy. It’s perfect for my cock. Fuck,” he grunted between pants.
She screamed out at the same time he yelled, “Cara!” They both climaxed, melding into each other as one.
“Fuck! This is one of the most intense fuckings I’ve ever had,” Hawk panted.
Cara, reeling from multiple orgasms, stroked Hawk’s hair. “You know how to please me.” I’m hopelessly hooked. Realizing they hadn’t used a condom, Cara’s stomach lurched. She knew she was clean, and she had started on the pill a few weeks before, just in case. Covering her mouth with her hand, she said, “Oh, shit.”
As if reading her mind, Hawk said, “I know, babe, we did this one bare. I just wanted to fuck you so bad that I didn’t think.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean, but I’m not on the pill,” he joked.
She slapped his shoulder, laughing.
“Damn, the bacon is burnt to a crisp. I forgot about it,” Hawk said as he ran over to the stove to turn it off.
“I thought it was our lovemaking that was causing all the smoke.” She winked.
Staring at her for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, our fuckin’ is damn hot.”
He opened all the doors to air out the room before the smoke alarm went off, placed another frying pan on the burner, then looked at her with a dimpled smile, saying, “Let’s try this again.”
While they ate their bacon and eggs, Hawk talked Cara into staying with him for the next week until he got things under control.
“You should be okay here. No one knows you’re here, right?”
“Only my cousin Eric and Asher. I didn’t tell Sherrie because I don’t want her to be involved.”
“I told you not to tell anyone.”
“Eric is cool, and so is Asher. I trust them.”
“In a situation like this, you can’t trust anyone. You shouldn’t have told them where you were. Even if you trust them, you’ve opened them up to danger.”
“You’re right, I didn’t think.”
“You gotta come with me to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”
“What if I don’t want to go? My only experience with your clubhouse was that night with all those guys. I don’t want to go.”
“That was different. You were alone. The members thought you were a hoodrat—a woman open for sex with any brother, any time. It’ll be different now ’cause you’re with me. You have to remember to stay with me at all times, especially during a party. You can’t wander around by yourself. You got that?”
“It’s ridiculous that I can’t be safe if I go to the bathroom by myself. What kind of club do you belong to?”
“It’s just the way it is, babe. Don’t fuckin’ argue with me about this. You need to stick by me, if you want to be safe. You’re not claimed and you’re not wearing my patch, so you need to be smart and stick to me, got it?”