Chapter Eleven
One Week Later
“Can you believe Halloween is almost here?”
Darlene said.
“You sound … I don’t know how you sound about that,”
Nikki said, laughing. She had gotten her third round of tests complete, and it wouldn’t be long before she was able to start practicing. It was advised by the course staff to use friends and family to practice on. It was why she was staying behind late with Darlene, who had been her first willing volunteer. Several of the staff at the shop had agreed to be models for her. Darlene had taken the top spot.
“I’m happy about that. Don’t get me wrong, I love the everyday makeup look, the glam looks, the bridal looks. You name it, I love it. There is something special about Halloween. It is rare but we do occasionally get a client who wants to be something spooky. It can be a lot of fun.”
“That happens?”
Nikki asked.
She pulled away from her eyes as Darlene laughed. “Yeah, I have done many a horror character in my time.”
“That does sound like a lot of fun.”
“I love dressing up for Halloween,”
Darlene said. “It is so much fun. You know, you should come to the Halloween party at the club.”
Nikki tensed up. “No, no, that’s fine. I don’t need to go to one of the parties.”
Hawk never wanted to take her to those parties, and when she questioned it, he said it was because she belonged to him. The parties were for the women who just wanted the club.
Hawk had told her that if she wanted to belong to the club, that was fine, but he’d no longer see her at the motel. Nikki was not interested in the club. She was interested in Hawk. So, no parties for her.
“You know, nothing bad happens at the parties. The guys don’t do anything unless you want to.”
“It’s fine. I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”
Nikki finished on her eyes, and with each brush and item she used, she placed them on the counter so they could be washed and sterilized.
“You’re really good at this,”
Darlene said, lifting one of the small compact mirrors.
“Do you think so?”
Nikki asked.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think it was true. I’ve seen a lot of women who love playing with makeup, and it has so many possibilities but when it comes to applying it, and understanding each person, they just don’t seem to click. You’ve got a natural eye.”
“Thanks.”
“Did your mom let you play?”
Nikki laughed, only it wasn’t an amused sound. “Not exactly.”
“Okay, that sounds depressing.”
Nikki shrugged.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s nothing. My mom wasn’t the … confidence boosting type. She was more the type that told me I was too ugly for makeup and nothing I wore was going to change the way I looked.”
There was silence and for several seconds she didn’t dare look at Darlene. She was not looking for pity, but she was also a little nervous in case Darlene felt the same way. She chanced a glance toward her friend, and she didn’t quite know what the expression was on her face. Was it disbelief? Shock? She didn’t know what to make of it.
“What the ever-loving fuck?”
Darlene asked.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried about it, but come on, you have got to be shitting me, right? You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking?”
Nikki frowned.
“Okay, I thought I had a pain-in-the-ass mom, who told me all women needed to wear makeup, she determined that every woman needs a man and to get married and all that. Trust me, my mom had her toxic streak, which is why I have nothing to do with her.”
Darlene shook her head. “You’re not even kidding, are you?”
Nikki winced. “My mom is … kind of … well … she is the town whore, where I live.”
She tried not to cringe. “It’s why before I came here, I could only get a job at the supermarket. No one else would hire me, not when they learned who my mother was.”
“What assholes. Let me guess, they figured you were like your mother?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
All she had to do was finish the lipstick and set everything into place, only she never finished that step. She swiped the lip liner across the lips and followed it with a lovely nude-colored lipstick. It looked stunning.
With that, she stepped away from her client and allowed Darlene to look into the mirror.
“Wow,”
Darlene said. “Okay, I see where you’re having difficulty. You applied a little too much pressure to the eyeliner, and that is why you struggled with the slight wing at the temples, but other than that, I would have to say if I was paying customer, I would love this look for every day. The eyes are subtle, which is why you were able to get away with the nude lip. Love it, Nikki, truly love it.”
Now, that made her day. She couldn’t help but smile.
“Do you want to tell me about you and Hawk?”
Darlene asked.
Nikki dropped the makeup brushes she had gathered within her hands, all over the floor. She had never said anything to anyone about her and Hawk. She knew he liked their privacy and didn’t want anyone to know. He said if she needed to talk, then she was talk to him. Not that she could talk about her feelings with him. That was insane.
“Uh, there is nothing to talk about,”
she said, not looking at Darlene.
She hated lying. Growing up with a mother who was constantly lying was something she really hated doing. Nothing good came from lying. All it did was set the course for heartbreak. At least, that had been the case in her experience. She had seen the wives of some of the men come to her mother’s front door and beg her mother to deny their husband. Some of them did attack her mother, calling her all kinds of names. There were others who just wanted to get their husbands back. It was when she started hating her mother. She was causing broken families and relationships, but she never gave a fuck about the people she was hurting.
She tried not to think about her mom.
“You know, you don’t have to lie to me,”
Darlene said.
Nikki glanced over at her, and it wasn’t that she wanted to lie, she just didn’t want to betray Hawk’s trust.
“It’s okay. Nothing is going on with Hawk and I. We’re friends.”
She picked up the brushes and took them over to the sink to start the first treatment. As she did so, she was very much aware of Darlene watching her. Darlene was her boss and, she hoped, friend, and she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she began to talk about costume ideas.
Nikki felt bad, but she couldn’t talk about Hawk. He’d asked her to keep it a secret. She was not embarrassed by dating him. His reasoning had been for her own safety, which she understood. But was there a small part of him that actually might be embarrassed to be with her?
She cleaned the brushes, sterilized them, and allowed them to dry as per the instructions on the manual and Darlene’s guidance. She wiped, sprayed, cleansed, and did everything she needed for the rest of the makeup, and put them away for next time. After everything was done, Dan arrived for Darlene, and she took off, going toward the parking lot for her car. She had stopped parking in the top corner and instead opted to park near a light.
As she got close to her car, she saw something attached to the windshield wiper. Putting her bag in her car, she grabbed the folded-up paper, and saw in capital letters it said: HE’S NOT YOURS!
Nikki frowned. No one knew about her and Hawk, apart from Darlene. She didn’t know what to do with the letter. Someone might have the wrong car. It could have even been a message for her mother, although those had stopped when she moved out. The letter made no sense. She folded it up, climbed behind the wheel, and placed it in the glove compartment. She couldn’t help but think that letter had been placed on the wrong car. Either way, she was just going to get rid of it.
Hawk had already texted her to tell her to meet him at the motel room. She was excited to see him tonight, although she had left him just this morning, looking very happy. She knew she had to start getting her shit together. He was not thinking long term, and he’d never promised her anything. She had to stop getting her head in the clouds and simply focus on enjoying the time she did spend with him.
Arriving at the motel, she glanced toward the glove box and frowned. Something didn’t feel right, so she grabbed the letter. Maybe she should show it to Hawk. He’d know what it meant, wouldn’t he?
Nikki was about to take it with her, when she couldn’t help but wonder if it would drive him to end this between them. She looked down at the note. If it was for her, and Hawk saw it and didn’t like it, would he end their relationship? Not that it was much of a relationship. They hooked up. Sure, it was the best part of her day, and she was falling in love with him, but that was all it was to him—a hookup. Nikki couldn’t believe she was debating this, and then, against her better judgment, she put the folded-up note back into the glove box. It might be incredibly foolish of her to do so, but she also didn’t want to bring her time with Hawk to a close any sooner than necessary.
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Hawk massaged Nikki’s naked back. He’d already stripped her, showered her, and kissed every inch of her body. The moans coming from her lips were intoxicating, and all he wanted to do was delve balls-deep inside her sweet cunt. He held himself back.
There was something else he wanted to do tonight, and that was why he was getting her relaxed. With her back nicely massaged, and working out all the kinks, he rolled her over and grabbed some more of the massage oil he’d picked up on his way over. He and started at her neck and slid his hands down.
“You have magical hands,”
she said, with a hint of a smile.
“That is what I have.”
He winked at her. “Trust me, relax, and let me do all the work.”
“I’ve got no problem with that. You feel so good.”
He ran his hands across her breasts, massaging the globes. He did pay close attention to each mound, and he pressed them together, teasing each nipple. He felt her legs press together, and he couldn’t help but smile. Nikki never held anything back. She wasn’t faking it. He aroused her. His touch pleased her, and he loved it.
This is why he couldn’t bring himself to break up with Nikki. There had been several nights he had thought of sending her a text, or just coming over her to tell her he was done and had his fill. But then he’d look at her or think about her, and he would know he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Down her body he massaged, going across her stomach, but he was sure to miss her pussy and instead did each leg in turn. As he moved up toward the juncture of her thighs, he was close to her pussy but he never touched her, just teased.
Then, rolling her back over, he wiped his hands on the towel he brought with him and pressed his fingers between her spread thighs. Stroking over her clit, he started to play with her, building toward that orgasm, only this time he wanted to do something else.
After drawing her close to her release, he didn’t let her go over that edge, as he put some more massage oil on his fingers and moved her into position. Then, with one hand, he started to play with her pussy, focusing on her clit, and with his other hand, he stroked over the nub of her ass.
At first, she tensed up, but he didn’t stop his teasing strokes. He didn’t press against her ass. He’d been playing with her ass for weeks, teasing her, letting her know he was going to finally take her virgin asshole. He wanted to own every first experience Nikki had. They belonged to him.
When she began to thrust against his palm, this was all he needed to press against that puckered opening. She was tight, just as he knew she was, but with the massage oil, his finger slid into her tight ass.
He gave her a little time to get accustomed to the feel of his finger knuckle-deep in her ass. Sliding in and out, but never fully removing it, he continued to tease her clit. She was so close to orgasm, but he refused to allow her to go over that peak. He didn’t give a fuck if he was being cruel. He was going to fuck her ass tonight. Adding a second finger, he began to stretch her out.
“Hawk?”
she asked, moaning.
“Trust me,” he said.
She didn’t question him, and he worked two fingers inside her ass, stretching them out, getting her to fuck back onto his fingers. He started to tease a third finger, and this time, as she struggled to take him, he sent her right over that edge, so she was no longer fighting him but was mindless to the pleasure he was taking her over.
His name was an echo in the room, and he continued to stroke her clit, not allowing her orgasm to stop. He took her right over that peak where she no longer knew what was pleasure or pain, and then he let go of her clit, pulling his fingers from her ass.
She stayed on her knees, which was exactly where he wanted her. Then, he massaged more of the oil over his cock and lined the tip to her puckered hole. Slowly, he started to push forward.
Nikki’s hands clenched at her sides, but she didn’t pull away. He took his time, giving her the chance to tell him no, but not a single word of refusal fell from her lips, and he continued to play with her. Inch by inch, he filled her ass and kept going until she had taken all of him.
He ran his hands across the base of her back, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his name inked on there. She would belong to him entirely then, and there would be no holding back. He thought about it, but then thrust it to the back of his mind. Inking Nikki would make her part of the club, and she was not the club’s. She wasn’t going to be his either. This was just fun—fun that was at times making him blur the edge of reality. He didn’t want to knock Nikki up. He didn’t want to keep her.
That was all crazy, fucked-up talk. Nikki was a fuck, a good fuck, but once he had his fill, and he would, it was over.
This is why he was taking her ass. The plan was to enjoy his fill of taking all of her firsts, and this was the final one. Once tonight was over, he was going to be done with her.
He didn’t expect it to last much longer after spilling deep in her ass. She could have the motel room for the night, and they would part ways. He didn’t have to see her again.
Pulling out of her ass but keeping the tip of his cock inside, he started to take her. He took his time. He didn’t want to hurt her, but to enjoy her, and for her to love it.
So I can keep doing it.
No, so I can fucking leave and be done with it.
I’m done with this.
He felt in the back of his mind a little devil beast laughing at him.
He took Nikki’s ass, working his cock inside her, feeling her push back against him. Their moans mingled in the air. The sound was so fucking intoxicating he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last, and even though he tried to keep going, it was no match for his release.
Nikki’s ass was too tight, and it felt so perfect, and he came, spilling every single drop of his cum deep inside her ass. The pleasure rushed through his veins, and it felt better than he ever imagined.
Hawk didn’t know what he was expecting to feel after taking her ass. The relief that whatever pull she had over him was gone. That once he looked at her, he would just see another woman and be done with it. The feelings would fade, and she would be just another piece of ass.
Only, none of that happened.
He eased out of her ass, and Nikki let out a whimper, and it struck him in the chest. Fuck. He hadn’t lost interest. And now, in his quest to try and rid these feelings he had for her, he might have pushed her a little too far.
Picking Nikki up in his arms, he ignored the cum spilling from her ass and carried her through to the bathroom. There was no bathtub. It was just a fucking shower.
Stepping into the stall, he was just glad it was a decent size. He held Nikki in his arms, and she kept her arms wrapped around him. When the first spray of the water hit, he took the brunt of it, not wanting her to get cold. He waited for it to warm up before turning Nikki to the spray.
Hawk refused to let her go. Her face was pressed against his chest. He waited, wondering if that feeling he had with other women would take over, but it didn’t. He still felt so damn protective of Nikki, and he didn’t want to let her go.
She kept her arms around him as he reached for the sponge and soap, and he lathered it up and started to work it over her body. She let out a whimper, and he kissed her shoulder and took care of his woman. My woman?
Hawk didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but his plan backfired, big time. Instead of pushing Nikki aside, he felt like a piece of shit.
Cleaning her body and taking his time, giving her everything she needed. He washed her hair, shampooing it and conditioning the length, and at the end of the shower, he dried her.
He refused to let her sleep on the massage-oil-stained sheets, so he changed them quickly.
“You know, I can help,”
Nikki said.
“No, you don’t have to worry. Just sit!”
He pointed at the chair and she let out a chuckle.
“What has gotten into you?”
Nikki asked.
“I’m taking care of you. That’s what men do. They take care of women.”
“I don’t know, you seem strange. Are you sure you’re okay? Did I … was I not good?”
she asked.
The sheets were changed and he rounded the bed, going to her, and he cupped her face. “Shut the fuck up. You were perfect and don’t for a second doubt it.”
He kissed her. “Now, get into bed.”
She laughed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Be careful. You know how much I like that.”