Now was now and I didn’t know what to do now. There were too many things to contemplate and just the thought of them exhausted me and I’d just woken up.
I sighed and as I did, my cell rang.
Saved by the cell.
It was on the nightstand, I reached out, grabbed it and I turned the display to see I had a call from Tracy.
I flipped it open and put it to my ear. “Hey babe.”
“Hi, how are you doing, honey?”
She was tweaked and my conversation with her last night didn’t assuage her tweakedness. Then again, most people lived their whole lives not having a friend who got caught in a drive-by then disappeared for hours because she was imprisoned in a motorcycle club’s compound.
“I’m okay, I just woke up,” I told her, shifted and lifted, leaning against the headboard and I saw movement so I looked down the bed to see Hawk at the top of the stairs. Bare chest again. Bare feet again. Track pants again. Eyes on me.
Mm.
“Are you sleeping all right?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered as Hawk approached the bed.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah, honey, I’m sure. Really, like I said last night, I’m okay,” I replied as Hawk made it to the bed then, whoosh, the bedclothes were pulled down.
My body locked in surprise.
Oh boy.
“Are things okay with Hawk?” she asked.
“Um…” I answered as I watched Hawk bend then his fingers curled around my ankles, he yanked me down the bed until my back was to it again then he spread my legs.
Oh boy!
“Gwennie?” Tracy called.
Before I could move a muscle, Hawk put a knee to the bed then he shifted his big frame between my legs.
Oh boy!
“Trace, I think…” I trailed off when Hawk’s hands went to my hips, pushing up my nightshirt and then his head bent and he kissed the skin just above my panties.
My belly lurched in a good way.
“You think what?” Tracy asked then went on quickly without waiting for me to answer. “Okay, I’m going to say it and I know you don’t want to hear it but I’m glad you’re there. I know you’re confused about things but I think this speaks volumes that he…”
She kept speaking but I wasn’t listening because Hawk’s hands kept pushing up my nightshirt and his body was going with it, raining kisses on the skin of my belly and midriff as he went.
“You know?” Tracy asked.
“Um… Trace, I gotta go.” And I did because my nightshirt was under my breasts, Hawk’s hands had spanned the undersides and my nipples had gone hard and tingly.
“Is everything all right?”
Oh yeah, everything was all right. Everything was just fine.
“I’ll call you later,” I told her but it was breathy because Hawk was now kissing me between my breasts.
“You sound funny,” Tracy noted.
“I’m fine, babe, I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Bye, babe.”
“Bye,” I gasped because both Hawk’s hands slid up and both Hawk’s thumbs did a pass over my hard, tingly nipples.
I flipped the phone shut. “Hawk,” I breathed and then he moved fast.
The nightshirt went all the way up, forcing my arms with it then I was free of it. He tossed it aside, his hand slid up my arm, grabbed my phone, tossed it to the nightstand then it came to my face, his fingers at my cheek, his thumb curving around my jaw, he positioned me and kissed me.
Oh… boy.
I was primed for the kiss, way primed, so I allowed it and kissed him back. It sucked he was such a great kisser, which meant I had zero control, but at that point I was not complaining. Not at all.
His hands went down to my hips, over my bottom, down the backs of my thighs pulling and sliding up at the same time until they were behind my knees and then he yanked them high.
I held on, one arm around his back, one hand cupped on his head.
His mouth broke from mine and his lips slid to my ear as I lifted my head and kissed the sleek skin of his shoulder.
“Bet, just with that, you’re ready for me,” he muttered in my ear.
It was an unbelievably arrogant thing to say but he would win that bet.
“Let’s see how fast I can get you to come for me,” he suggested, my body twitched because it was intrigued by this suggestion then his hand slid down my belly and right in.
Oh yeah.
My back arched and a whimper slid out of my throat on the word, “Baby.”
His fingers slid through the wetness between my legs. “Ready for me,” he growled.
Then his fingers moved; they did this in demanding, delicious ways and Hawk proved he could get me to come for him really fast and also really, really hard.
I was in the middle of a very sweet orgasm when his hand disappeared, his body disappeared, my panties were hauled down my legs and they disappeared then his mouth was there.