36. Chapter 36
Chapter 36
I was in a cocoon. A big, warm, muscular cocoon. I sank deeper into it, smiling in the haze of that space that existed just between sleep and waking.
I didn’t know cocoons had hair inside them. Or pipes.
My eyelids put up a hell of a fight as I attempted to open them, but I needed to figure this out. Finally creaking one open, I found a tanned arm beneath my head and curling around me. Another was hooked over my hips, the hand at the end of it between my legs, holding my pussy possessively.
Hawk. That explained the hair, but what about the… oh. That wasn’t a pipe. Someone was a happy boy this morning.
My lips curved up into a satisfied smile as memories of last night played like a dramatic movie in my head. The initial pain had been chased away once he’d taken me to his bedroom and soothed my body with gentle touches and soft words. Caressing me, wooing me into a feeling of security and lust with his mouth and his hands.
Why had he carried me out of the Den and into his private bedroom? And why had he insisted I sleep here with him? That wasn’t something he usually did, and I was certainly no one special .
That’s not how it felt last night.
Nope. No ma’am. I chased that train of thought away instantly. It had been my first time, so it would be easy to romanticize it, and that would land me in hot water pretty damn quick. Because Hawk Gentry was not the romantic type.
“Would you stop thinking so loud? You’re disturbing my beauty sleep,” a gruff voice said against the back of my neck.
“Can’t have that. You need all the help you can get,” I teased.
He pulled his fingers back and lightly slapped my pussy in retaliation, which had the unexpected effect of making me drip. He noticed, of course, and growled.
“How sore are you?”
I assessed my body, definitely feeling where he’d been, but another type of ache was more prevalent. The ache for more.
“A little,” I reached behind me and wrapped my fingers around his dick, giving him a long stroke over his boxer briefs, “but not that sore.”
His deep hum of approval heated my skin as he pulled his arm from beneath my head and rose on one elbow. “I’m going to get some protection.” He kissed me hard on the lips. “You better be naked when I get back.” Then he rolled off the bed and headed toward the black door.
“ You better be naked when you get back,” I called after him, and his footsteps stalled. I heard his short bark of laughter as he bent and pulled down his underwear—flashing me a fantastic view of his tight ass—before tossing them over his shoulder to land on my covered legs .
Good lord, no one should look that good without clothes on. Hawk was created to walk around nude. His back was broad, his thighs thick, and his butt perfect. It had just the right amount of meat, not a huge bubble, but enough roundness to show off the results of the squats he did three times a week.
A few seconds later, he returned, looking just as good from the front as he did from the back. His cock was hanging heavy and proud, the silver piercings highlighted against the dark red head of his penis.
He cast a scowl at the shirt I was still wearing, and I immediately pulled it off over my head. “Sorry, I got distracted by my ogling.”
A smirk played across his lips as he stalked toward me and tossed a black and gold box of condoms onto the nightstand. Resting one knee on the bed, he leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth, pulling me in with a hard suck before releasing it and looking up at me beneath his dark lashes.
“I guess that’s an acceptable excuse, Bee. I’ll let it slide this time.”
Cocky, sexy bastard.
Nudging me over, he stretched out beside me and pulled me to him, kissing me while his hand cupped my sex. “You’re so wet for me already, baby.” A groan escaped him when he pressed a thick finger inside me, curling it and stroking that spot inside me that had me grinding against his palm.
“I’m ready,” I panted against his lips, but he shook his head.
“Not yet.” Hawk worked another finger inside me, caressing my clit with his thumb in mind-numbingly slow circles. When I was right on the brink of coming, he slid his fingers out and held them up so I could see my glistening arousal coating them.
“I was almost there,” I complained as he wiped the wetness off on my nipples then proceeded to suck them clean.
“You’ll come on my cock,” he informed me, holding my waist as he shifted onto his back until I was sitting astride him. When he reached for a condom, I plucked it from his fingers and held his gaze as I opened the package, removed the rubber, and rolled it onto him.
“Health class online,” I informed him when his eyebrows shot up his forehead. “I practiced on a banana.”
“And how does the real thing compare?”
I encircled him with my hand, stroking up and down as I pretended to assess him with a tilt of my head. “Lengthwise, about the same. Thickness though? You definitely beat the banana.”
His boyish smile was filled with mischief. “That’s what she said.”
I was overcome with a fit of giggles, until he gripped the back of my head and yanked me down for a hard kiss. “Put me inside you, Bee. Take me slowly.”
His voice held the same impatience I felt, and I pushed back to a sitting position, rising up on my knees until his tip was at my entrance. I watched him as I spread my legs wider and sank down onto him until the results of last night’s activities made themselves apparent.
God, I was sore. Wonderfully, delectably sore, the throbbing ache inside me rippling around the thick intrusion in my sex.
“Baby,” Hawk groaned, drawing the word out in a voice that was rough with his own desire. His big hands slid up my thighs and around to hold my ass. “Like this.” His grip tightened as he guided my hips in sensual rotations, stirring his dick against my inner walls and stretching me .
Our eyes met and held as more and more of him entered me until he was fully seated to the hilt. Then we let out simultaneous sighs, mine almost a whimper as the fullness threatened to undo me.
“Tate, so good.”
“Your little pussy fits me so perfectly, Bee. I could come right now.”
A smile played across my lips. “Well, that would be disappointing.”
He chuckled and trailed one hand up to my left breast, tweaking my nipple before returning it to my bottom. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there first. Always.”
It was a promise I knew he’d keep. Hawk was a demanding lover, but he knew exactly how to satisfy a woman in his bed.
I rocked my hips, tentative at first, but when his teeth gritted and his nostrils flared, I grew bolder. Moving back and forth with unhurried swirls when he was the deepest, I found a rhythm that had me wetter than I’d ever been.
“Mmm, I feel you dripping down my dick, baby. I love making you wet. I love holding this pretty ass of yours while you ride me.”
Placing my hands on his chest, I used him as leverage to go harder. When I flicked his nipples, he hissed out a harsh breath, his fingers digging into my ass as he began to thrust up into me.
“Tate! God, you’re so thick and hard inside me,” I moaned, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Fuck, baby. This sweet cunt bled for me last night, and today I’m going to make it sing.”
Holy hell. This man’s mouth was fucking obscene, but I’d never been more turned on. With a hand on the center of my chest, he applied pressure until I leaned back, placing my hands on the bed between his spread thighs .
“That’s it, Mal. Show me how you ride my cock. Tell me how it feels.”
I was a babbling mess, crying out a mixture of so good and yes and please in rapid succession as we fucked each other. Hawk’s piercings were hitting all the right places deep inside me, and my orgasm brewed deep in my belly, like the tiny bubbles rising from the bottom of a pot that was about to boil over.
Through slitted eyes, I looked at the man beneath me. He was so fucking beautiful like this, in the throes of passion. A droplet of sweat made a track down his forehead as his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grind. Veins stood out on his thick forearms as he lifted me up and slammed me down on his erection over and over.
I quickened my pace as he lifted one hand and pressed his thumb into my mouth before using my own saliva to smooth the glide of the digit over my clit. “Tate, shit. I’m so close.”
The bedsprings squeaked with the force of our bodies rising and falling together, the sounds punctuated with Hawk’s harsh grunts of pleasure.
His eyes gleamed up at me. “I wish I could clone myself so I could lick your clit and fuck your pussy at the same time.”
And yeah. That did it. The thought of his tongue flicking just above where he was penetrating me sent me directly over the edge I was riding on.
My vision narrowed until all I could see was Hawk’s mouth agape. I think he was saying something, or maybe crying out his own release, but I’d gone temporarily deaf from the orgasm crashing violently through my body .
My back flexed and contracted as I rode faster, reaching the peak of my pleasure before gliding slowly down the other side.
Gentle hands pulled me forward onto a firm chest, and I snuggled my face against the sweaty surface, trying to get my brain to work again.
“Christ, I think you killed me,” Hawk breathed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I smiled and nestled closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I think you killed me back.”
I crawled out of bed the next Saturday morning after Hawk left the house to run with Woody. It had been a week since we’d first been together, and things seemed to get hotter by the day.
We’d fucked all over the house, and every night, he took me to his bedroom to sleep, spooning against my back and wrapping possessive arms around me. A girl could seriously get used to being cuddled by a big bear every night.
Pulling out the ingredients I’d purchased yesterday, I mixed up some pancake batter and added a hefty dose of chocolate chips and colorful sprinkles before putting some bacon on a pan and placing it in the oven.
I was just finishing up breakfast when I heard the front door open. “In the kitchen,” I called out.
Hawk walked in a few seconds later, his massive body flushed and drenched with sweat. No one should look that damn good after exercising. I always looked like something the cat dragged in .
I wanted to throw myself into his arms and kiss him, but Woody followed him in, so I tried to appear unaffected. It was difficult. They were both shirtless and quite yummy.
“Do I smell bacon?” Woody asked, and I could practically see the drool pooling in his mouth. “I haven’t had bacon in weeks because the smell makes Taz sick.”
“Morning sickness is kicking her butt, huh?”
“It’s kicking mine,” he muttered, and I took pity on him.
“You’re welcome to stay and eat. I cooked plenty.”
His face brightened, and he moved to the sink to wash his hands. Hawk’s eyes took in the food, and I felt a little silly. Really, Mal? Sprinkle pancakes for a grown-ass man?
“I, um, I wanted them to look festive,” I said, lifting a shoulder and letting it fall. “Happy birthday.”
“You made me chocolate chip pancakes with sprinkles?”
“Yes.” Shit, why am I such a dork? “I’m sorry. I can—”
“Kick ass!” he interrupted, and the tension inside me ebbed away as a huge grin crinkled his eyes at the corners. He crossed and placed a very roommate-appropriate kiss to the top of my head. “Thanks, Little Bee.”
“You’re welcome.”
Hawk washed his hands and then grabbed a couple towels from the laundry room, tossing one to Woody. “Clean yourself up. I don’t want you sweating on my birthday pancakes.”
The men wiped down their upper bodies and threw the dirty towels into the washing machine before we carried the food to the dining table. Feeling a little bit better about my food choice, I stuck two candles, a 3 and a 5, onto the top of Hawk’s stack and lit them .
“Make a wish,” I instructed, and he met my eyes briefly with a mischievous smirk before blowing them out.
“Ay, Dios mio,” Woody muttered. “I can only imagine what this guy wished for.”
“I’m sure it’s the same thing you wish for on your birthday,” Hawk retorted.
Woody laughed. “Yeah probably. Good luck with that.” He turned to me. “If you need to get out of the house while he celebrates tonight, you can come hang out at our place.” He apparently missed the glare my roommate shot his way, but I caught it.
“She can stay here. I don’t have any plans,” he said curtly.
Woody snapped off the end of a slice of bacon with his teeth and asked, “Why do you call her that?”
“Call who what?”
“Mal. You called her Little Bee earlier. What does that mean.”
I could see the hint of panic in Hawk’s darting eyes, so I stepped in. “He’s teasing me. I do a meditation thing that sounds like a bumblebee.”
Woody nodded, satisfied with my quick answer. “Cool. Maybe I need to meditate. Taz is killing me lately.”
“Pregnancy hormones?”
“Yes, and the weird-ass food cravings. The other day she wanted chocolate ice cream with queso on top.” We all shuddered.
We finished our meal, and Woody helped me wash the dishes while Hawk took a shower. “So, I’ll see you tonight at Bode and Landree’s?” he asked, as I placed the last dish into the dishwasher.
“Yep. Are you sure I don’t need to bring anything? ”
“No, Lan is making chicken and dumplings, and Bode’s making the cake. He bakes better desserts than any bakery in town.”
“Okay, sounds good.” I handed him the leftover pancakes wrapped in foil. “Take these to Taz.”
He sweetly kissed my forehead. “Thanks, Mal. I know who to call when I need a bacon fix.”
“Any time.”
“Don’t tell him that. He’ll be here every damn day,” Hawk said, striding back into the kitchen wearing a dark-blue tank top and shorts. His hair was still damp from his shower, and I could smell the tempting scent of his body wash from across the room.
I had just eaten, but my mouth watered. For him.
Once Woody had gone, Hawk cornered me against the kitchen cabinets, running his nose up my neck and kissing just below my ear. “Thank you for the breakfast, Bee.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, maneuvering our bodies until his back was against the countertop. “I have another present for you.”
He tucked a messy strand of hair behind my ear. “And what is that?”
I sank to my knees in front of him, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down, and his breath caught. “Mallori, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to, and that’s why I want to.” Cupping his balls, I licked a wet stripe up the shaft of his cock before flicking his piercings with my tongue.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, leaning back and grabbing my hair in both hands. “I love my birthday.”