12. Kara
12
KARA
I poked my way around my new bedroom as the sounds of the party outside dissipated. There was a baby monitor on my dresser that showed a real time video image of Hayley Jade sleeping soundly in the room next door. I picked it up and watched it for a moment, checking the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed slowly and deeply, content in sleep.
Wandering into the bathroom, I took a shower, lathering up my skin and hair with fruity-smelling lotions Hawk had picked out for me, and then wrapped myself in a thick towel, drying off.
Then I pulled on panties and an oversized cotton shirt that hung mid-thigh and got into the big bed that someone had neatly made.
Had that been Hawk too? He’d proven himself oddly domestic and was clearly capable of tucking in sheets.
The clubhouse fell silent, and I wondered what Hayden was doing on the other side of the wall.
But an hour later sleep still hadn’t claimed me, and when I got out of bed and left my room, it was Hawk’s bedroom door I found myself in front of.
I didn’t knock.
The door could have been locked, but it wasn’t, the handle twisting beneath my grip.
In the darkness, I slipped inside.
The lamp flipped on, and I found myself staring down the barrel of his gun.
He blinked, then flopped back on the bed. “Jesus fuck. I could have shot you. I thought you were Chaos, sneaking in here to stab me in my sleep.”
“He wouldn’t do that.”
Hawk rolled onto his side to put the gun beneath his pillow, showing off strong arms and a rib cage full of black and gray tattoos. “Yeah, well, don’t mind me if I don’t take your word for it.”
I traced my gaze over his body, my head full of all the sweet things he’d done. The way he’d stitched up Hayden. The way he’d sung for my daughter. The way he’d made me a home and welcomed me back into it when the first one had been tainted with bad memories.
Something flickered in Hawk’s eyes. “What are you doing in here?”
“I never actually said thank you. You did all these sweet things—”
“Don’t fool yourself into thinking it makes me a nice guy, Little Mouse.” There was a hint of bitterness in his tone. “You, of all people, know that ain’t the truth. Or have you forgotten the way I lied to you?”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
His tone changed, his gaze growing heated and rolling down my body, lingering on the hem of my nightshirt where it brushed my thighs. “Then why are you here?”
His voice held that gravelly tone that always sent sparks shooting through my body to center at my core.
I’d told myself I’d come in here to thank him for what he’d done. I’d thought I couldn’t sleep because he was lying in here, thinking I still hated him, when nothing could be further from the truth.
I was just as in love with Hawk as he’d claimed to be with me. I had been for weeks, and his lies hadn’t changed that.
I was still angry.
But I still loved him.
And my body hadn’t forgotten the way it felt when I was in his arms.
His growl turned feral as he repeated his question. “Why are you here, Little Mouse?”
Heat engulfed me. Flushed right through my body, head to toe, leaving tingles of pleasure in its wake.
Hawk’s gaze hot on my skin loosened my tongue. Brought forth the words I never thought I’d be brave enough to say.
“I’m claiming something you owe me,” I whispered. “You said all I had to do was come to your room.”
I pulled my shirt off, leaving myself in nothing but panties. My heart slammed against my chest, beating too fast, nerves suddenly taking place of the heat and my own insecurities screaming obscenities for being so bold.
A week in a hospital had done nothing to slim out the belly rolls. My hips were still padded with the fat Josiah had always found disgusting.
But Hawk just groaned at the sight of my naked breasts. His gaze roamed my body with nothing but the pure lust and desire he’d shown me time and time again in the cabin outside these walls.
“Get over here and sit on my face, Kara.”
I blinked.
He chuckled, leaning out of bed to hook his fingers into the elastic of my underwear. “I love putting that look of shock on your face.” He tugged on the fabric, forcing me to trot the last few steps to the side of his bed. “But I love the look you get right before you come even more.”
He dragged my panties down my thighs.
I reached for the lamp to turn it off, but he caught my hand.
“No. I want you to see how much I enjoy fucking you with my tongue. Want you dripping down my throat, Little Mouse. Open up.”
He drew one thick arm around my thigh, guiding me onto the bed to straddle him. Everything I had was bared to him, and he wasted no time in sliding down, positioning himself between my legs.
Mortification shook my thighs, but Hawk didn’t give me time for it to last long. He used his broad shoulders to knock my knees out wider, lowering my core so his tongue could slick right through my center.
I moaned loudly and then clapped a hand over my mouth, knowing Hayley Jade was just on the other side of the thin wall.
Hawk reached up and pulled my hand away. “Fuck that. I want this entire clubhouse hearing you moan. Hayley Jade sleeps like she’s dead. If she can sleep through Aloha and Gunner watching a hockey game and screaming at the screen nonstop for two hours, then she’ll sleep through any noise you make.”
He licked my slit again, and despite his assurances, I muffled the cry of pleasure, turning my head to press my mouth against my shoulder.
The rhythm he set was agonizingly slow, his leisurely licks alternated with deep plunges of his tongue and muffled words of how good I tasted.
I fought to keep my weight off of him, grabbing on to the headboard, my arms shaking with the effort of keeping him from suffocating beneath me.
But he nipped at my inner thigh. “Get your hands off that headboard and on your tits.”
“I can’t!” I protested, legs trembling from how far I had them spread. I wasn’t Amber or Kiki, with their toned inner thigh muscles from working out. I’d never worked out a day in my life, and my inner thigh muscles were nonexistent. If I wasn’t hanging on to the board my entire weight would be on his face.
He’d said to sit on him, but I really didn’t want to have to explain to the police that the dead man in this bed was courtesy of suffocation via vagina.
“Not gonna say it again, Little Mouse. “Hands on your tits. Squeeze your nipples until they’re as pink and sweet as your pussy is.”
He had no idea how unfit I was. Or how fat. He was used to Amber’s skinny legs that he could probably breathe around just fine when he did this to her.
The thought of him doing this to anyone else was horrific, and I shook my head quickly, willing the image away. “I will literally kill you. You need to be able to breathe.”
“I need to make you come more.”
He speared two fingers inside me, and I gasped, eyes rolling back. But still, I clung to the headboard.
“Do I need to call Chaos in here to tongue-fuck your tits?” Hawk groaned.
Both of us froze.
Like even he couldn’t believe he’d said the words.
My core wept at the very thought of being straddled over Hawk’s tongue like this, with Hayden licking and groping my breasts, burying his face between the swells, squeezing my nipples while Hawk licked my clit.
“Why would you say that?” I whispered, staring down at him between my thighs. “You hate him.”
His eyes blazed with surety. “But you don’t. I know because the thought of having both of us has you wetter than I’ve ever seen you.”
I shuddered as his fingers slowly speared in and out of me, hitting that spot inside me that produced new gushes of arousal every time he touched it.
“You want us both, Little Mouse,” Hawk murmured between licks. “Tell me you want us both.”
He worked me up, getting me closer and closer to the tipping point where all the good feelings swirling inside me would meld into one and explode. We’d done this enough times that I knew what it felt like. Knew what to expect.
He switched hands, plunging his left inside the slick tunnel he’d made of my pussy, the other reaching back to stroke my asshole.
I moaned, giving in to his demands and squeezing my nipples like he’d ordered. My hips rocked mindlessly, on their own path, chasing down pleasure and all the different ways Hawk managed to pull it from my body.
“I want you both,” I admitted, not letting my brain think about what that meant for my soul. I was married in the eyes of the Lord. Our religion allowed men to take more than one wife, but never for a woman to take more than one man. She’d be labeled a slut. A whore. Shunned from the community.
Yet, it was accepted here. Rebel and Bliss had multiple men they loved. Children they adored. A community who accepted relationships didn’t have to be what the Lord dictated.
My orgasm swirled and built, searching for its release.
While my brain whispered of the dirty, secret things Hayden and Hawk could do to my body if they worked together.
I so desperately wanted to find out what Hayden’s touch would be like. If he could make me feel even half of what Hawk did when he was between my thighs.
“If you want us both, I need to get you ready,” he murmured. “I want my dick here.” He prodded at my rear opening, and in conjunction with the way he filled my pussy and licked my clit, the sensation was mind-blowing.
I rocked some more, greedily taking what I needed and shutting Hawk up in the process. He doubled down on sucking my clit so perfectly I could cry.
The rocking turned into bouncing, needing more friction, and desperate for that plunge of his fingers inside me. I’d lost track of how many fingers he’d added, but each one brought a delicious stretch my body accommodated with complete and utter trust and need.
“Fuck, Kara,” he groaned. “You’re so wet and relaxed we could both fuck this pussy.”
I didn’t know why, but the words only turned me on more. The thought of having the two of them inside me so hot I could barely breathe.
When Hawk pressed his finger into my ass, I splintered apart, falling forward onto the headboard and coming on his tongue in an orgasm so earth-shattering I’d never felt anything like it. I gushed new waves of liquid from somewhere deep inside me, Hawk catching it with his tongue and lapping it up like it was pure honey.
I trembled and shook, riding the orgasm out, until Hawk slipped from beneath my legs and knelt behind me, fitting himself to my back and reaching around to grab my breast.
“Hawk,” I moaned. He started up a new assault on my nipple, tweaking and rolling it in sharp pinches that would have hurt if I hadn’t been so turned on that pain felt like pleasure. “I’m done. I came.”
He chuckled into the back of my neck, licking away the fine mist of sweat covering my skin and sucking at the sensitive spots. “You think I missed that orgasm? Not likely. I’m just not done with you yet.”
He moved his finger in and out of my ass, gathering up more and more of my arousal with his other hand and letting it slide down between my cheeks.
The feeling was so foreign, the urge to fight back and resist his touch there, but I couldn’t deny the feelings it brought forth in me.
“You’re going to take his cock so well,” Hawk murmured dirtily into my ear. “And mine.”
I moaned at his praise, wanting to please him, even though it really had little to do with me.
“I want to fuck you,” Hawk groaned. “Tell me I can.”
“Yes.” I didn’t know if he meant my pussy or my ass, but what I did know with all my heart was this man would never physically hurt me, and at this point, he knew my body better than I did.
I’d never touched myself. Never tried to make pleasure spark from places I’d been told were only for a husband.
Hawk’s touch had only ever brought me pleasure, and I’d willingly given up all control to him.
If he wanted my ass, then it was his to take.
He pressed a second finger inside me, and I gasped at the intrusion. But then it was gone and his cock was in my pussy, driving home from behind, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding my hips and taking what his body needed from mine, all while giving me more pleasure than I’d thought possible.
Every slam of his hips sent a cry of ecstasy from my mouth until, “Oh, oh, oh,” and the slap of his hips against my behind filled the room.
“I want my cum dripping down your thighs in the morning, Little Mouse. I want it wet on your panties all day when you go to his room. I want him touching your pussy and feeling me there and knowing I had you first.”
I shivered at the thought.
“Will you do that, Little Mouse? Will you go to him in the morning and let him know that even though I’ll share you, you were mine first. Here.” He slammed himself inside me. “Here.” He rubbed my clit so fast and hard I saw stars. “And here.”
His cock still buried in my pussy, he guided me down so I was on all fours and returned his fingers to my rear opening. With two fingers buried deep inside, pressing against the fullness of his dick in my pussy, an explosion of feeling erupted inside me.
I screamed his name, not because I didn’t care people would hear but because there was no other choice. The pleasure had peaked and had nowhere else to go.
He slapped my ass, pushing me flat down onto the bed so I could muffle my cries in the pillow while he pumped in and out of me, fast now, his orgasm taking hold.
“Fuck.” He buried himself, grabbing my hips again to lift them enough that he could do what he’d promised.
He came hard, his groans mixing with my cries. He pumped into my body several more times before he slowed, his final few thrusts a shuddering shake as he filled me with his seed.
When he pulled out, he held me there, ass in the air, watching it seep from inside me.
Then he found my panties and lifted my boneless legs, fitting the underwear over my thighs and back into place.
He massaged me there, making sure my panties were wet with his cum. And then he lowered his head to kiss my ass. “Go back to bed, Little Mouse. Go back to bed, and tomorrow, you do what I said.”