Hawk (Ride with Me)

Chapter 8

Ruby

I did not expect to find Hawk standing in front of my house. He was right when he told me it’d been stupid of me to get out of my car like that. Worse yet, I didn’t even have the common sense to dial nine-one-one before stepping out.

Now, he is in my personal space, and there is no way I can get him out on my own.

“I am not in business with Bricks, as you so kindly put it,” I spit at him.

It’s like he smelled blood and now he won’t give up until he finds the body. In this instance, the body would be me. How can he know that Bricks sought me out get information on Hawk’s club?

Then again, how did Bricks know that Hawk would be looking me up for private dances at the club?

My head is spinning as I try to make sense of all this. I don’t understand anything. All I want it to be left alone by all of them.

“Did he give you this?” Hawk asks me just as he touches the still sore spot on my neck. The brutality of Snake’s bite from two days ago still haunts me, and the bruise is still visible even though I iced it and put arnica cream on it, just like JJ instructed.

I pull my head back, not wanting him to touch me anymore. It’s like a burn to my skin. I can feel my pulse beating right in that spot.

“I heard he likes pretty young things just like you,” Hawk adds salt to my wound. “You lying to me about it won’t work in your favor.”

He is basically giving me the same story that Bricks and Snake did, except that he is accusing them of what they accuse him of doing.

On top of that, I have Lala’s voice whispering in my ear how I need to help the Steel Lizards so that she can have Puck.

I don’t know who to listen to, or who to believe. If I went based on my gut, I’d trust Hawk more than I’d ever trust Bricks. On the other hand, Bricks has already shown me who he is while Hawk is playing games with me.

I lift my chin up and give him my most blank stare.

“I head you like selling pretty young things like me, Hawk. Is that why you’ve been hanging out at the club?”

One corner of his lips turns into a smile, but it’s sad.

“I was hoping we could come to an understanding, but I see it is too late.”

I shake my head, apprehension now taking over even more. Unsure of how to proceed, I go for the only thing that might save me out of the present situation. Sex.

I put my hands on Hawk’s chest and look up at him. It’s crazy how much taller he is when I don’t have my dancing shoes on. A yelp of surprise escapes my mouth when he puts his hands under my ass and hoists me up into his arms.

“How old are you?” he growls at me just as I lean forward to kiss him.

“What?”

“Your age. Are you legal?”

My eyes go round, and I don’t know if he is asking me this because he wants me to be under or over eighteen.

“I’m going to be twenty-two in a few months.”

“Thank God,” he mumbles under his breath right before reaching up and pulling on my ponytail.

His mouth latches onto my neck by where I have my bruise. The moan of pain is real and brings tears to my eyes. He lets go in an instant.

Without any ceremony, he drops me back to my feet and looks me up and down. He pulls at my tank top and brings it over my head, forcing my arms to come up with it. Since I don’t have a bra on, my ample breasts are on display. I pull my shoulders back, making sure they sit up high.

Hawk runs his thumbs over my nipples, the callused pads making me shiver. I’ve been touched countless of times, but I’ve never felt this way before.

“I’m not in town for long,” he tells me as he gives both nipples a healthy pinch. “I have to meet someone from Dallas. They’re coming down here.”

The more he touches me, the less sense his words make. I try to stay focused, hoping that I’ll be able to remember later everything that he’s telling me now.

“What people?” I whisper and arch my back.

He runs a finger in between my breasts, bringing it lower and lower until he reaches my belly button. He circles it ever so slowly before hooking the tip of his finger into the elastic of my loose sweatpants. He pulls on them just a little, my hipbones popping out of the pants. My stomach feels taut from his touch.

I take good care of myself or I wouldn’t be making the money that I do. But it still feels amazing when I notice the look of appreciation he gives me.

By the time he pushes my pants down my hips, I feel breathless. Just as he is about to uncover my bare pussy, I press a hand to his and stop him.

“What people are you meeting, Hawk?” I whisper in my sexiest tone.

For a second, I worry that I overdid it, but he just smiles.

“Business associates,” he tells me. “They’re part of the cartel.”

I try not to show any reaction to that.

“From Mexico?” Because that is the only cartel I know of.

Hawk leans down to kiss the top of my shoulders, his lips lingering over my skin.

“We’re trying to get their contract,” Hawk whispers just as he places more tender kisses up and down my shoulder.

“Whose contract?”

Instead of answering, Hawk spins me around until my back is to him. My shoulders are pressed forward and my sweatpants pushed down only enough to give him access but restricting me from walking.

He moves around behind me, but he’s not talking anymore. I guess I should be grateful that I got out of him as much as I did.

I hear the zipper on his jeans lowering, then the condom wrapper being ripped. Before long, his fingers gently probe at my entrance. If he was worried about me being wet, that is not an issue. I’ve wanted him since the first time I laid eyes on him. There’s been this strange pull between us, at least on my end.

I try to look behind me, wanting to see his face when he first pushes into me, but he won’t allow it. Instead, he grabs onto my ponytail and pulls it back while his other hand is pressing in between my shoulders. My back is arched in a painful way that I can’t control.

“Don’t turn to look,” he growls at me right before releasing my hair. The sudden move about propels me forward, but he is quick to grab my hips and pull me back.

His thumbs press into my butt cheeks while the rest of his fingers are clenching at my hips when he enters me in one smooth move.

I let out a small scream of pleasure when that happens. My head flies back, with my hair flowing down the length of my spine, the ends tickling my skin.

Hawk pushes inside of me until he bottoms out. The pressure against my cervix is almost too much, painful in a way that takes my breath away. I am breathing heavy, allowing myself to relax my inner muscles until I can actually enjoy the size of him. He is larger than average. I’m not even sure I’ve ever had anything this big in me. I’ve given blowjobs to, but not actual sex.

“Hawk,” I call out his name when he starts moving in and out. His hips find a hypnotic rhythm, and that is all I know in this moment.

From the way he pushed at my shoulders, I am bent over, but I don’t have anything to rest my arms against. Worried that I would end up face planting, I spread my legs a little more, trying to gain some traction, then bend down all the way to the ground. I wrap my hands around my ankles and let him do his thing.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I hear him mumbling from behind me, but his moves never falter. If anything, they get stronger, more persistent.

From my position with my face shoved in between my ankles, I thank my lucky stars for all the Pilates classes I took over the last four years. They’ve all been for this one moment.

My eyes struggle to see him, but everything is upside down, and the only thing I am sure of is the slap of his balls against me.

When his moves become faster, I can tell that he is close to coming. I clench my pussy tighter, hoping it would throw him over the edge. His hands clench tighter on my cheeks without him losing any focus.

I unclench the fingers from around my ankles, and press one of them to the ground. It should be enough not to throw me forward. I almost have to raise myself on the tips of my toes, but the effort is worth it when I hear Hawk grunting like a man possessed.

My free hand moves until it reaches in between my legs. I run the tip of one finger around my clit, knowing I could make myself come in no time. The pressure builds inside of me at the same pace that he’s pushing his cock inside of my pussy. It is meant to punish me somehow.

Since I am not ready to come just yet, I stop touching myself. I push myself off the floor a little when my fingers blindly search for him. It takes a minute until I can finally wrap my hand around his balls.

Everything stops.

Hawk is not moving anymore, and my breath is caught in my chest. My body is tense, on the verge of an orgasm that is now on pause.

“I can’t…”

The words are barely a whisper, but he hears me. He shoves a hand in my hair and pushes me back down, his entire body folded over mine.

“Squeeze them hard,” he growls into my ear.

Everything is a blur after that. My fingers are wrapped around his balls while his hips are furiously pumping into me. There are sounds coming out of both of us that should not be heard by other humans.

My need to come is so strong, I have tears running down my face, and my pussy is clenched around his cock. Nothing helps.

I feel the exact moment when he comes. Disappointment crashes into me, sobs taking over my entire body. By the time he is done grunting and moving, I am too stiff to do much anymore.

Hawk pulls out of me with such force, I fall to the ground. Scared to turn around and look at him, I burrow my face into my hands, desperate for him to leave my apartment. I don’t want him to witness my misery. Unfortunately, I don’t get so lucky.

I feel more than hear Hawk dropping to his knees behind me. He uses a heavy hand to turn me over, not bothering to look at my crying face.

I start crying harder when he rips the sweatpants off my legs before spreading my legs as far as they’d go. With no warning, he shoves three fingers inside of me just as he bends over and latches his mouth onto my breast.

So lost in the moment, my mind goes completely blank. Pressure starts building up again. I am so scared that he’ll stop what he’s doing, I stick my hands in his hair and try with all my might to keep him from moving. My strength is no match to his though.

He releases my nipple and lifts his head but only to switch to my other one. Relief floods my body in an instant, and I can finally relax enough to enjoy everything he has to give me.

Small tingles of pleasure start building up, but there is hardly any friction because I am incredibly wet. I am about to ask him for more when he twists his hand around and applies pressure to the little nub that’s perfectly placed on my inner wall.

“Oh my God,” I whisper at the ceiling. My back arches and lifts off the floor, and my vision becomes blurry. I am incapable of forming words anymore.

The pleasure crashing into me is a wave that carries me to heights I’ve never reached before. No one has shown any real desire to make me come before. If I did, it was good, if I didn’t, oh well, they were paying me to make them come, not the other way around.

I become aware of my surroundings when I feel Hawk pulling his fingers from out of me. He sits back for a moment before standing up, presumably looking for the bathroom. Since the place is small, he has no trouble finding it, then I hear the water running.

With sudden moves, I pull my sweatpants back up and track my tank top down. I pull it over my head and make myself presentable, sort of, by the time Hawk comes out of the bathroom.

His heavy boots echo around the apartment when he walks toward me, not stopping until he is about to step on my bare feet.

“I’ll make sure to pay you for this,” he tells me in a neutral tone.

For whatever reason, I am offended by that. While I do get paid at the club for participating in various activities in the private rooms, I’ve never felt like a hooker until this very moment.

“Consider it a freebie,” I manage to tell him.

He starts laughing, the sound hurting my head. I need him out of my space. I also need him to forget he knows where I live.

“A freebie,” he wheezes out in between coughing fits.

Someone banging on the ceiling interrupts our very entertaining for him conversation.

“Shut the fuck up,” the neighbor from upstairs yells out. “People are trying to sleep!”

Hawk touches my face, his thumb once again touching the edge of the bruise I have on my neck.

“You’re a lot cuter than I’d expected, Ruby,” he tells me. “I’ll be here for a few more weeks. And you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat, but don’t say a word. Hawk turns around and walks out of my apartment. I wait for a second to make sure he is out of the house altogether before rushing out to lock the front door, followed by the door to my apartment.

When I look to the side, I notice on the kitchen table the cell phone he took from me when I got out of my car. I grab it and open a text to Lala. I type in all the information I just learned before pressing the phone to my chest.

I don’t feel any relief from doing that. Instead, I am overwhelmed by fear. And guilt.