Chapter 11 Hawk
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy and beautiful you are? How much I can’t wait to make you mine?”
Callie shook her head. “No. I want you to show me.”
With her cunt pressed flush against my hard and ready cock, I already have trouble convincing myself that I shouldn’t lay her down on one of the pool tables and feast on her pussy.
I wanted to taste her, memorize her moans and breathy sighs.
I needed to know how she felt when I was inside her and watch her face as she came.
We needed to get to my room. Fast.
I gripped her body tight and rushed down the hall, ignoring all the fuckers making comments that didn’t register in my head. I was too full of the woman in my arms to give a shit.
At my door, I chuckled when Callie handed over my keys. Her impatience matched mine. Once inside, I shut the door and locked it, slowly backing away as I moved toward my bed.
Unable to deny myself any longer, my lips latched onto her neck, tugging her head back as I licked, sucked, and devoured the skin.
She tasted like fucking heaven. As close as a man like me could ever get.
I followed a trail up to her ear with open-mouthed kisses, leaving a wet pathway behind. My teeth nipped at her earlobe.
“Fuck, Callie. Do you have any idea what I want to do with you?”
A gasp left her lips as I attacked the other side of her neck, falling onto my bed as I rolled my hips into the apex of her thighs. I wanted her to enjoy this. To come so hard she saw stars—more than once.
Please want me as much as I need you.
I pulled back long enough to rip off my cut and fling it toward the headboard. My white tee followed.
Callie reached for the hem of her dress, already bunched at her waist. I helped lift it, carefully revealing the matching bra to her thong. Jesus. Christ.
Bright fucking red with satin and lace. Half of the material was see-through, exposing her pink nipples. I tugged the fabric down, popping one breast out as I lowered my head and slid my tongue over the bud, teasing and rolling it as a soft moan fell from her lips.
“I need this off.”
Helping her sit up, I unsnapped the clasps, pulling the straps down her arms and away from her body. There are tits. And then there are beautiful fucking tits a man can’t get enough of. She had the latter.
I couldn’t help dividing my attention between them, feeling the hardened pebbles underneath my tongue. Cupping the soft swells that overfilled my palm, I grazed my thumb over the nipples, enjoying the way her hips began to tilt toward me.
Her arousal did wicked things to my brain.
Desire flared between us as I snapped my hips, desperate to make contact with her pussy. I needed to feel her yielding to me as she sucked me in. My head buzzed with lust and my cock throbbed in response.
Rising, I finally allowed my lips to meet hers, twisting my tongue as I slipped through the seam, devouring her like a man possessed. I couldn’t say how long the kiss lasted, but I nipped at her bottom lip before resuming my kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower.
Fuck. That incredible scent of hers washed over me.
As I licked at her skin, tasting her, I knew I could never get enough.
Making my way down her body, I grazed my fingertips over her bare thighs, inching toward her center. Leaning in, I dropped kisses above her mound, watching her reaction.
“Have you ever had a man starving to devour your pretty cunt?”
She shook her head, panting as she watched me hook my fingers in the silk and gently slide it downward. I didn’t pull it all the way off, leaving the material dangling from one leg as I pushed it up and out, exposing her pussy.
It felt like I had waited centuries to see her, touch her.
Personally, I wasn’t a boob guy. Tits were great, but I loved a woman’s ass, her curves, and most of all, pussy.
I loved sticking my tongue through her folds, lapping her core, and tasting her natural essence.
My mouth watered at the thought of diving in and watching her squirm.
Dipping down, I placed one hand on her stomach, holding her in place. Staring at the bare pink paradise in front of me, I adjusted my dick. My jeans constricted too much.
She sucked in a breath as I flicked out my tongue, giving her clit a little teasing caress. After a dark chuckle, I dove in, licking and sucking, lapping at her entrance as I spread her open. So fucking wet and glistening.
“Oh, God. Yes, Hawk,” she groaned as I inserted a finger. Encouraged by the way her hips began pumping, I added another, still nibbling on her swollen clit.
Fuck me. The noises coming from her mouth turned me the fuck on. I felt her inner walls slicken, her body preparing to come. She quivered in my arms.
“Hawk. I need you. Please.”
“What do you need?” I asked, gliding my fingers in and out faster. “Tell me. Describe it.”
“I need your cock inside me,” she panted.
“I’m going to use a condom this time, sweetling, but I want you to know I won’t be in the future. I want to feel you bare. Nothing separating us from the pleasure, okay?”
“What if I want to skip it now?”
I didn’t think she would agree to that because of all the other women I’d been with recently.
“We stick to this for now.”
She nodded, her gaze falling on my dick.
I stripped as she watched, loving how she seemed engrossed in my every movement and kicked off my boots.
I reached inside my jeans, pulled out a rubber, and ripped the package open, sheathing the shaft.
It wasn’t my favorite, but I wouldn’t risk it until I knew I was clean.
I gripped my cock, easing it toward her pussy, relieved when I saw how wet she had become. Coating the tip in her slick moisture, I slid back and forth, grinning at her as she moaned.
“You’re teasing me.”
“I’m making sure you want this.”
“Oh, I do. Fuck me, Hawk. Now.”
I pressed inside a couple of inches, slowly filling her. My hips began to pump, driving me deeper as I slid out slow, then fast in, repeating that until I had bottomed out, slapping my balls against her ass.
Fuck. “You feel so damn good.”
“Oh, God, Hawk. So do you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I picked up the pace, finding a steady rhythm with every thrust, so fucking blissed out that I had to stop myself from coming too early. My fingers slid between her legs, strumming her clit as Callie’s thighs began to shake.
“I’m going to come.”
She barely said the words before her body tensed, then released, her pussy spasming around my cock. “Hawk!”
Her hips bucked, and her movements grew erratic as I rode out her orgasm, knowing I wasn’t far behind. My lower body began to move at an impossible rate, and I knew I was digging my fingers into her ass as I chased that high only sex could offer. The difference this time was the woman in my arms.
My gaze locked on hers as I lost the battle, tipping over the edge as I grunted, spilling myself inside her.
The condom would prevent any leak, but I thought of Callie becoming pregnant and knew it would happen someday.
That thought made me want to go another round and I would before the night was over.
My limp body rolled to the side after I pulled out, reaching down to rid my dick of the condom. I hopped up, dropping it into the trash before joining Callie on the bed.
She looked tired but relaxed. “That was amazing.”
“Fuck yeah, it was.” I leaned over and kissed her, then rolled onto my back, drawing her into my embrace.
Neither of us spoke for several long minutes, enjoying the peace amidst the storm brewing outside these walls.
“I’m glad we met,” she whispered, cutting through the silence.
“I’m fucking lucky, beautiful. I’ll be thankful every day that you’re with me.”
“You’re too sweet,” she yawned.
She didn’t understand yet. I was fucking serious. “Rest, Callie. I’m not going anywhere.”
Neither of us moved the entire night.
Waking with a woman in my arms was a new experience. One I never cared about before now to explore.
Callie’s head rested over my heart, and I lazily swept my fingers over her spine, caressing her skin. How did she keep it so soft? And was that perfume or body spray that hinted at citrus and wildflowers? Because it was fast becoming a scent that I couldn’t live without.
Me. The guy who never remembered the name of the girl he fucked the night before or mixed up the names of sweet butts in the past. The one who didn’t believe in romance. I smirked as I thought about Callie and a date. The fact that I considered it all proved I wasn’t fucking around.
I could hardly wrap my head around it.
My phone buzzed as I reached for it and checked the time, cursing when I realized it was nearly noon.
Shit! I didn’t want to leave Callie but I couldn’t miss church. It was too important.
Pushing her hair aside, I kissed her forehead. “Sweetling, I need to leave. It’s almost noon.”
She mumbled something I couldn’t make out.
“Crow is waiting for me to start church.”
Her eyes fluttered. “Okay.”
“Don’t leave. I’ll find you when it’s over.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Heading to the bathroom, I took a piss and dressed, stopping to gaze at the gorgeous woman in my bed.
I pulled up the covers, tucked her in, and smiled as I left my room, closing the door behind me.
Crow stared me down as I entered the chapel, the last to arrive. “Sleep well, princess?”
A few of my brothers snickered.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m here, Pres.”
He picked up the gavel, slamming it down as he called the meeting to order.
“We all know what this shit is about. Fucking Undertaker and his club. They shot Hawk and nearly injured Callie. This vendetta will continue until he gets what he wants. He isn’t going to stop.”
“No, he’s not,” I agreed. “We need to make a move. Show him we’re not gonna back down from this fight.”
Jay slammed a fist down on the table. “I’m tired of hearing about Undertaker’s bullshit.”
“He sent his fucking guys to the hospital to finish me off,” Raven reminded us.
“They wanted to take Bree and assault her all over again. If anyone wants that motherfucker to pay, it’s me.
” He didn’t add that Chronos had assaulted Bree for eight days before Raven rescued her because Undertaker ordered it. The fucking bastard.
“You have that right,” Crow agreed. “So does Hawk.”
I cleared my throat. “For lots of reasons. Crow sent me to the gym with the key Undertaker left us. He fucking put a bomb in the locker at the gym. I had to dive for the fucking floor to avoid the metal fragments. Callie almost got hurt.”
“Christ,” Crow muttered.
“That’s not all. Sadie Withers has a sister named Callie.”
I let that sink in.
“My Callie.”
“Are you sayin’ the chick you helped out and went to jail for is the missing girl on the news?”
“Yeah. Callie and Bree were working together to figure out what happened to Sadie. I think Undertaker has her.”
Cuckoo whistled. “Damn, bro. How do you get mixed up in this shit?” He snorted, shaking his head. “Okay. So you feel you gotta help the girls out, right?”
“That’s the gist.”
“All the women are in danger until the DDMC and Undertaker are dealt with,” Crow announced. “I need to hear what you want to do about it.”
The surge of protectiveness I felt over Callie made me tense up. “I won’t wait around for Undertaker to attack again. We’ve sat too long. I vote we bring the crows.”
Crow scrubbed a hand down his face. “We need to remember that Undertaker is like us. He’s not a crow, but he’s got an animal. Something mean. It’s not a regular wolf.”
“No,” Claw agreed. “It’s not. I’ve seen wolves. They’re deadly, but not like this.”
“So, is he the only one? Or do they all have that ability? Because I haven’t sensed it,” Raven added.
“We don’t know,” Crow admitted.
Raven shook his head. “We need to find out first. Going in blind is foolish.”
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Okay.”
Crow ticked his chin at Jay and Claw. “Check it out. Sneak close to the DDMC lair and let me know what you find.”
“You got it, Pres.”
“Eagle Eye? What have you been able to dig up?”
Eagle Eye paused typing on his laptop. He never said much until someone spoke to him directly.
“Lots about the Dirty Death financials. They’re dealing with a few high rollers in Vegas with deep pockets. Business is good for them. Too good.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Well, Pres, it’s fake as shit. Their books aren’t real records. The accountant is terrible at it. I’m digging into several paper trails now.”
“Find something we can use as leverage.”
“Will do, Pres.”
Crow pounded a fist on the table. “Just so we’re all clear, Undertaker will pay for what he’s done. I need him to suffer for taking my pops.” He sneered, holding onto his anger but it was a struggle. “Everyone be fucking ready when this goes down.”
Heads nodded around the room.
“Anything else?” Crow asked, his gaze bouncing around each of us. “No? Then church is fucking over.”
No one blamed Crow for feeling the way he did. Undertaker was responsible for his father Rook’s death. We lost our president too fucking early and it nearly destroyed the club. We all had vengeance on our minds and wouldn’t rest until we got the justice the Devil’s Murder needed.