27. Hawk
27
HAWK
H ayden’s expression switched from shock to something white-hot in a split second.
His gaze raked over Kara standing beside me, pink-cheeked and breathless from the orgasm she’d just had watching Grayson fuck someone else, while I’d had my fingers buried in her soaking slit. Her hair was tousled, her nipples straining through the fabric of her dress and just begging for someone to suck them.
When his gaze focused on me with that same burning intensity, all I could think about was the way he’d sucked my cock, deep-throating me until I’d grabbed his hair and come in his mouth.
And how I’d gotten on my knees and done the exact same thing for him.
There was no denying what had happened between us in the darkness.
Or that in that moment, I desperately wanted it to happen again.
I turned, pulling Kara with me, knowing with knee-wobbling certainty that Chaos would follow.
We strode out through the restaurant, past the line of classily dressed men and women still waiting to get inside, even though it was past midnight and the restaurant had closed.
Clearly, word spread quickly in Providence. Whatever Luca and Hayden had done to promote this place, or rather, its after-hour activities, was working.
I didn’t let myself think about what that meant for Psychos. If all of Bliss’s clientele moved their after-hours partying over here, then who would be left?
That was a problem for the daylight.
Tonight was for sinners.
I opened the passenger side door of the van, letting Kara in, fighting the urge to slap her rounded ass, so damn perfect in that dress I really wanted off her. I jogged around the other side and slid behind the steering wheel, barely able to breathe for wanting to get home and for what I knew was coming.
I backed out of the parking spot and peeled away, down the street, hating that the drive to the compound was more than a few minutes.
Because fuck knows I couldn’t wait that long to have her again.
Have him again.
Fuck. I didn’t want to think about the erection I got every time Chaos’s blue eyes crossed my mind. The way he’d looked in the darkness, the way his mouth had felt, the way I’d wanted to do so much more than just blow him.
I groaned, running my hand over my erection strangled by my pants.
Kara reached across, slipping her hand beneath mine, taking over, unzipping my fly while I drove.
She freed my cock and I hissed in pleasure at her rubbing over the head and the precum beading there. “Don’t make me come,” I warned her. “I want your pussy, Little Mouse. And your ass.”
“But I want you in my mouth.”
It fucking killed me when she talked like that. I was so damn hard for her, I could barely stand it.
I dropped my arm, steering with one hand, watching from the corner of my eye as she slid across the bench seat and lowered her head to replace her hands with her lips.
My right hand fell to the back of her head, twisting in her hair while she blew me. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she felt so good, tongue swirling around my dick. My balls ached with the need to come, but I refused to give in to the desperate sensation, concentrating on the road, the only thing keeping me from exploding.
I put my foot down on the gas, knowing if we flew by a cop, I’d be pulled over. If that happened, the cop would be arresting us both for indecent exposure.
There was no stopping now. Not for either of us. The build up to this had been too long. Too sweet.
I needed her like I needed air.
Whoever was on the gate saw us coming and opened it with time for me to fly through without slowing down. I took the road down to the clubhouse, Kara making desperate noises around my cock that only made it harder to concentrate.
At the bottom of the hill, I dragged her up off me by her hair, only hard enough for her to feel the buzz of pleasure in her scalp, because fuck knows I would never do anything to hurt her.
I’d been careless and selfish with women in the past. Not caring about them or their pleasure. She’d brought out something gentle in me that no other woman ever had. All while liking it just as much when I was rough. But I knew the line. Knew where to push her and where to stop.
I loved every second of her giving herself up to me, trusting me to keep her safe.
“Wait for me.” I tucked my erection away and did my pants up enough they wouldn’t fall off. Leaving the keys in the ignition, I got out of the van and rounded the front, yanking open Kara’s door and reaching across her to undo the seat belt.
She sat there waiting for me like the good fucking girl she was.
Her squeal of surprise when I picked her up off the seat was cute as frigging hell.
“I can walk! Hawk, put me down.”
“Not a fucking chance. If I stop to put you down, I’m fucking you right here in the middle of the goddamn driveway. There’s no way I can watch your sweet ass sway while you walk and not want to pin you down and yank your dress up.”
She looked at my face and saw I was dead fucking serious. I was barely keeping it together as it was.
She swallowed hard. “Walk faster then.”
I grinned, loving the way she clung to me, knowing in minutes, I was going to be all over her for the rest of the night.
I’d lost track of the time. The sky was that deep inky black that only showed up well after the sun had set, but still hours before dawn. The clubhouse was its usual blaze of weekend activity, music spilling out, and the common room a full-blown party, despite the fact it had to be at least one in the morning.
Hoots and hollers broke out, the rest of the club noticing me and Kara. Jeers and taunts and sexual innuendos were shouted across the room. Kara buried her head in my neck to hide her embarrassment, but I only needed one thing here. My gaze narrowed in on Queenie, an unspoken question in my eyes.
“Rebel picked her up hours ago, sugar. Remi wanted a sleepover, and I made the executive decision that it was okay when the two of you didn’t answer your phones.” She winked at me. “Night is yours to do as you please.”
“I could kiss you right now,” I told her.
“Go kiss your woman instead, hey?” Aloha joked in his jolly voice. “I got Queenie’s lips otherwise occupied.” He lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
I strode through the club, pivoting at the last second, not toward my bedroom door, or Kara’s…but to Hayden’s.
The club went quiet for a single moment, shock punching through the room.
“Uh, you lost, Hawk?” Aloha asked. “You know that’s Chaos’s room, right?”
Whispers circled around the room, questions of whether something was going on between me and Hayden louder than questions about me, him, and Kara having a threesome. Everyone stared, waiting for me to respond, Amber’s questions the loudest. “So what? After all the shit you gave War, now you’re gay too?”
I didn’t want to care. I wanted to have the balls War had when he’d fallen for Scythe.
I wanted to just say I was into Chaos, but my tongue wouldn’t form the words.
I slammed my way into his room and kicked the door shut behind me, without uttering a sound.
Kara stroked her hand down the side of my face gently.
“I’m not gay.”
“Okay,” she said softly, not a hint of judgment in her tone.
“I only brought you in here because I want to fuck you on his bed. Make sure he knows that even if we’re sharing you, you were always mine first.”
She nodded.
“Fuck.” I put her down on the bed and ran a hand through my hair, knowing my excuses were just that.
Excuses.
I wasn’t ready for the entire club to know my business, when even I didn’t know my business. One blow job didn’t mean I was into him.
Except my heart beat too fast, waiting for the moment he’d get back here and find us.
I groaned, dropping down on the bed beside her. What the fuck had I done? The club might have accepted War and Scythe, but he was the prez. Nobody dared say a word against him.
Maybe as VP they wouldn’t say it to my face either.
But they’d talk about it behind my back. Question everything they knew about me. My authority. My position here. My intentions every time I was alone in a room with them.
I didn’t fucking want them all staring at me.
Just like the three sets of eyes staring at me from the corner of the room.
“Oh Jesus fuck! What are those?” I skittered back on the bed.
Kara peered around me and laughed, dropping to the floor to unlock the crate and let the three kittens out. “They’re Hayden’s kittens.”
I squinted at the furry creatures who wandered past Kara and straight over to my legs, winding their way around them and rubbing themselves against the scratchy denim.
Kara grinned. “They love you.”
“Yeah, well, the feeling isn’t mutual.” I shifted my legs to the side, trying to escape them, but they followed, insistently meowing. I stood, moving to the other side of the room, but the little fuzzballs followed. “Yeah, okay, that’s about enough of that.” I twisted the doorknob with one hand and swept the kittens out into the party with the other, before closing the door so they couldn’t come back in.
Kara frowned at me, her white teeth digging into her pink, plump bottom lip.
“What?” I asked her.
“You just sent Hayden’s kittens out into a clubhouse full of bikers, half of whom look like they swing cats by their tails for fun…” She stared up at me worriedly. “I don’t want—"
I got where she was coming from. But I also knew my guys better than she did. “Just wait.” I held up a finger.
Outside, shouts of excitement and squeals of delight lit up the party.
“I claim the black one!” Ice shouted.
“Ginger one is mine!” That was one of the women.
“Oh my God, it’s so soft! Hello, sweet baby. Come to Daddy.”
Pretty sure that last one was Aloha.
“I presume the kittens have been noticed.” I laughed at Kara visibly relaxing. “You didn’t really think they’d hurt them, did you? You trust those people with your child.”
“I know, but I just thought…because they’re Hayden’s and nobody here likes him…”
I didn’t say anything.
“Except you,” Kara said softly.
I lifted my head to meet her gaze, but the last thing I wanted to do was examine whatever the fuck it was between me and Hayden. “I like you .” I pulled her to her feet so I could tip her chin up and kiss her sweet lips. “I like you a whole fucking lot, Little Mouse. Especially when you take your clothes off and get on your knees for me.”
Heat flared in her eyes.
She took half a step back, then bold as I’d ever seen her, dropped the thin straps of her dress down off her shoulders.
I leaned back against the wall, undoing my fly and releasing my newly interested hard-on.
She tugged the bodice down, revealing a strapless bra struggling to contain her full tits. She reached behind her back and unclipped the clasps, slowly drawing away the cups until her pert pink nipples drew my focus.
She went to get down on her knees, but I caught her hand, keeping her standing. “Take that dress all the way off.”
“My stomach…”
“Is just one of the places I want to come.” I slid my hand across her belly, lowering the dress so it settled around her hips. I’d told her to get on her knees and blow me, but it was me who dropped to the floor and kissed the underside of her breasts, the rolls on her stomach, the curve of her hips. I dragged the damn dress to the floor, taking her underwear with it.
Putting my mouth on her pussy was all too easy, my tongue darting between her folds to flick her little bud of pleasure while she scraped her nails across my scalp. Her thighs were thick and soft, and after a few minutes of me licking her there, she fisted the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head.
Her fingers danced across my shoulders, stroking and scratching my skin gently, until I craved her touch all over my body. I stood, kicking off my boots and toeing off my socks, my jeans the last thing to disappear into the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I want you on his bed,” I whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through her body.
She sat on the edge and then scooted back so she was lying. She was so beautiful in the lamplight, the golden glow kissing every inch of her skin, highlighting the desire in her eyes, and the need for me I couldn’t get enough of.
I crawled on top, hovering over her soft body so bare and open for me. I dropped my head, kissing her deeply, and then inch by inch, lowered the rest of me down. I ground my dick between her thighs, brushing against the silky arousal at her core but teasing her there, not entering her, even though she was slick with need.
With my weight on one forearm, I circled my fingers around one wrist, drawing it up over her head. Shifting my body to the other side, I did the same with her right arm, so both her hands were above her head. I kissed her, tongue swirling, moving away to suck her neck and her ear, and then whispering in it dirtily, “On your stomach.”
Without waiting for her to move or for her permission, I gripped her soft hips and flipped her over, immediately fitting myself back between her legs and spreading them wide to accommodate me on my knees behind her.
She twisted her head to one side, her dark curls spread out on the pillow, a sharp contrast with the stark white pillow cover.
I grabbed another from the other side of the bed and dragged her hips up just enough to fit the pillow beneath them.
I sat back for a second, palm smoothing down her spine, and then taking two indecent handfuls of her plump ass and massaging the cheeks, spreading them, catching a glimpse of her wet pussy in between her widespread thighs.
Fuck, I wanted her. My dick strained toward her, and I gave in, covering her body with mine and fitting my dick to her pussy.
She gasped when I entered her, but there was no resistance. She’d been so wet in the club she’d been close to taking my entire fist, and the short interlude to now had done little to dry her up. I fucked her slow, loving she didn’t feel like she would break beneath me, loving that as I picked up the pace she pushed her hips back, meeting me thrust for thrust with a power of her own.
I used one forearm to take some of my weight and slipped my other hand beneath her to pinch her nipple.
When I told her to put her hand between her legs and the mattress and rub her clit, she did.
“You feel so fucking good, Kara,” I murmured in her ear, every word the truth because I was sure nothing had ever felt as good as her body beneath me.
“Harder,” she moaned, voice muffled by the mattress and the pillow. “Oh God, Hawk! Fuck me harder!”
My eyes rolled back. I thrust my hips against her ass, riding her pussy, dragging her hips up farther so I could take her deeper and harder.
The door opened.
I didn’t stop.
“Hayden!” Kara gasped between slams of my body to hers.
But fucked if I was letting him have her orgasm. I pulled out, sliding my hand along my dick before plunging it back inside her.
I fit my slicked-up fingers to her ass, rubbing it in the way I knew drove her mad. “You come with my name on your lips, Little Mouse.”
I took her to the edge, her ass my plaything to control and pleasure as I saw fit. She embraced every thrust. Every squeeze, all while playing with her little bud, just the way I’d told her to.
Such a fucking good girl.
“Hawk!” She shuddered around me, squeezing my dick with her inner walls so forcefully there was no holding back.
I came inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts, her name on my lips. Not the taunting nickname I used so often, but her real name, the name of the woman I was so fucking in love with I could barely see straight. “Kara.” It was barely more than a whisp of a sound before I collapsed down on top of her.
She twisted her head back, craning to bring her lips to mine. “I love you,” she whispered before claiming them with her own.
Still joined, my dick warm inside her pussy, I whispered back the same, not giving a fuck that Hayden was right there, waiting for his turn.