29. Ivy
Ivy
I can’t stop watching Hawke as he holds the women’s hair and glares at me as they both sit on the bed.
I barely notice the man’s mouth on my pussy as he tries to eat me out.
He’s shit at it, but I bite my bottom lip, pretending to enjoy it as I lie on my back and watch the woman work Hawke’s cock with her mouth.
I can’t help but smirk with smug satisfaction watching as she tries and fails to take him fully.
I glide my hands up my body and to my tits, and his nostrils flair like a fucking bull.
I love how he watches me even when he’s with another woman.
The guy’s so bad at licking me that I start fantasizing about Hawke’s tongue instead.
Hawke watches me as I pinch my own nipples and moan.
I wriggle slightly, and his hips buck, driving his dick into the woman’s throat, making her choke.
His body moves as if it’s mine he was fucking.
I’m so furious with him. When I stepped out of the restaurant to check up on him, I wasn’t expecting to overhear basically my entire plan laid out on a silver platter.
He said he hadn’t told them about what happened to me that night, but I was gripped by a sense of anxiety at the thought of them casually talking about it.
I’m not ashamed of it, but it’s my business.
But what really got to me was when he mentioned his dick.
I don’t know when I started getting my wires crossed about us. Maybe it’s because of the comments made about how we look like a couple. Or maybe I started getting too comfortable with him being around, even though I pretend I don’t want him there.
It all felt like a fairy tale, so it was a rude awakening when that bubble was burst.
So, I go back to doing what I do best.
Fucking.
“I hope you last longer this time,” I say to him with a shaky breath, exaggerating the rise and fall of my chest as if I’m actually into this guy between my legs.
He arches an eyebrow and slams his cock into the woman’s throat again. “I pray you actually get off.”
The man between my legs gives him a side glance but immediately thinks better of it when Hawke glares at him as if he’s about to slice his throat.
The man swallows hard and focuses on my pussy again.
I push him farther down, trying to direct him to hit the right spot or at least come close to it.
I need something more, but this isn’t something you can teach a guy overnight.
“I’m getting there,” I lie breathlessly.
“Really?” The guy going down on me perks up, surprised.
“Sure,” I say, forcing his head back down. What the fuck is actually happening? I came here to make a point to Hawke, so why can’t I keep my eyes off of him?
“She likes it when you nudge your finger into her asshole,” Hawke comments. “Do you know how to find that… The hole?”
“What the fuck, man?” the guy says, throwing his hands in the air. I growl, irritated, tossing my head against the mattress. This is fucking pointless.
“I’m going soft,” Hawke admits quietly as he looks down, disappointed.
The woman pulls away from his cock. “Rude. Fuck this. Whatever you two have happening between you is weird,” she says and steps away from him.
I feel rather smug that he can’t get off with her, but the reality is the guy between my legs is fucking awful, and I’m staring at the cock I really want.
“How long are you going to be a brat?” Hawke asks as he leans back casually on a shoulder. “Should I give him more pointers?”
“You know what, fuck this. I don’t need this either,” the guy says. “Look, you’re hot and all, but this isn’t my thing. You two need to leave.”
“We’re not fucking leaving,” Hawke barks, splaying across the bed like some fucking God. Yet his expression radiates imminent death.
The guy is flabbergasted as he tries to force a semblance of manliness, which is the worst thing one could do with Hawke. “This is our room.”
“Do you fucking own it? No, my boss does. Now, you have ten seconds to leave before I stomp on that pinprick dick of yours. You’re just fucking lucky that I blessed you with an opportunity to look at my woman’s cunt tonight.”
“Hawke!” I snap. He’s a fucking menace. The man pales, grabbing for his clothes, his girlfriend quick behind him as they run out into the hallway.
I sigh as I stare up at the ceiling, shaking my head. What am I doing? The only way I was getting off in any way was when I was watching Hawke. This is all just a mess.
“Does Eli really own this hotel?” I ask, frustrated by my needs not being met. If anything, I feel dirty with the promise of such a shitty lay.
“Yes.” The bed dips beside me from his weight. I’m so mad, but I don’t think it all has to do with Hawke. I just… It suddenly doesn’t feel nice thinking that I’m another number to him, which is ridiculous because that’s how I’ve always treated men myself.
“Lover, stop pouting. He was four inches too small to please you anyway,” he says as he reaches his hand out to my cheek.
I slap his hand away. “I had no issues getting off before you came onto the scene.”
He smirks, and I realize I fed his ego far too much. And even that wasn’t the truth. Men were often disappointing in the bedroom. I just forgot how bad it was because I’d been fucking Hawke.
“I’m sorry.” His apology surprises me. “I didn’t want you to know about the other stuff. I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Worry me?” I ask as I come up on my elbows. “I can handle myself, Hawke.”
His dark eyes stare into my soul uncomfortably as he asks, “But is it so bad to be looked after?”
I’m still furious, but as my gaze roams down his impeccable muscles and tattoos, I can’t help but trail a finger over one. It draws goose bumps to the surface, and I feel the heat and electricity between my thighs. Everything about this man sparks me to life.
Hawke is a simple man by nature. What you see is what you get. And I know a part of me twisted the narrative. I know that, and yet I can’t entirely interpret the hurt. Maybe there’s more to me and Hawke that I’m not willing to admit. Or maybe I’m starting to depend on him too much.
“Lover,” he growls. “You better do something about Hawke Junior if you keep touching me like that.”
I roll my eyes, trying to hold back the chuckle as I try to cling to my anger. I am still angry. But it’s Hawke…
“I still can’t believe you call your dick that.”
He chuckles as he leans over and kisses me. It’s slow and sensual, a very different pace to what I’ve felt with him before. His hand comes up with a towel as he wipes at my pussy. “I’m not tasting some other man on you.”
“You better take that condom off because I’m not tasting some other woman’s lips on you either,” I tell him, realizing that just like that, my pussy is speaking for itself, and logic is losing control of the situation.
He arrogantly smirks as he throws the condom on the carpet.
“I bet he felt foul,” he comments, and my heartbeat jumps at the possessive intent.
“I was so close to coming,” I lie.
His eyebrows perk up in challenge. “Is that so?” He lines his cock up with my pussy, and I press my nails to his thick thighs, anticipating his size.
“Probably on the verge of the best orgasm of my li—” My breath is taken from me as he forces himself into me, impaling me. My lungs fill with air as I try to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t show mercy as he slams into me again and again and again.
“Fuck, you feel so perfect on my bare cock.” He groans under his breath.
“Fuck,” he grits out, and I’m too blinded by a mix of pain and pleasure.
All I can do is brace myself with one hand against the headboard and the other on his thigh, as if trying my hardest to push him away because the guy is thick, pushing apart my hips to gain more access for his brutal pounding.
I stare up at him, bewildered, as tears stream down my face from the sheer force of his thrusts.
I don’t usually have unprotected sex, and I don’t know if that’s what makes this all the more impactful as the climb to the peak quickly builds, shaking my legs in anticipation. Or simply if it’s because it’s Hawke.
He’s slamming into me like it’s saving him from damnation, and I know, without a doubt, I’m mad at Hawke. I’m furious that he’s making me feel all these things at the same time he’s giving me everything I want.
“Oh fuck,” I curse as I grip his hips, clinging on for dear life. “I’m about to come.”
“Fuck,” he pants, his face turning red as he jerks into me, and I feel his load hitting the spot. It breaks me, forcing me over the edge as I dig my nails into his thighs, keeping him in place as I feel him shooting inside me.
Fucking perfect.
I ride the wave, unable to look away from him as his lustrous gaze promises that for now, he’s giving me all this, but he’d give it to me forever, too.
And that terrifies me.
Hawke terrifies me because I can’t see him as only a big oaf now. He’s far more than that.
He slowly slides out of me, rubbing his cock back and forth against my folds and then forcing himself back in as if making sure our cum doesn’t go to waste.
It turns me on more than it has the right to, which is exactly why the moment he leans over to get the towel to clean us up, I’m on my feet and grabbing my clothes.
“Wait? What’s happening?” he asks as he wipes his cock. “I don’t have sex with women without condoms, I swear. I was in the moment and?—”
“I don’t give a shit about that, Hawke,” I say as I put my jeans and shirt back on.
And I don’t care. I don’t have unprotected sex either, but it’s the startling realization of how right it felt with Hawke that has me running out the door.
That and I’m still wildly pissed about him not telling me he’d spoken to Eli about my secret operation.
As a tracker, that information isn’t to be given out.
I pride myself on being a vault, so it should have only come from my lips.
“Then why are you running away again?” He looks like a kicked puppy.
I grab my purse from the floor and face him. “I’m not. We had sex. Good job. High five. I’m going home now.”
I head for the door, and when he gets up to follow me, I stop him, knowing too well he’ll walk out into that hallway butt-ass naked. “And you’re not coming with me. I can handle it from here. Thanks for the sex.”
I slam the door behind me and then close my eyes when I’m on the other side, taking a deep breath as I lean against the door, momentarily trying to steady my thoughts and racing heart.
Great. I think this is the first time I’ve ever run away from something instead of hitting it head-on, but I don’t want to deal with the confusion of this situation right now. I only want to focus on unraveling whatever shit Makayla got herself into.
I just need a distraction from what might be an obvious thing.
I like Hawke.
I’ve never really liked a man before, and I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself. Because I’ve fallen for the one man who is known for liking every woman.