9. Onyx
ONYX
Pearl meets me on the steps heading downstairs. Loving Carver looks good on our prez. “Hey, you two decide to come up for a little air?”
She laughs, and it’s a sound that until Carver I didn’t hear too much. “Starving. The beast needs food. He’s out back grilling.”
The smell wafts into the air around us. “I knew someone was cooking something on the grill. It’s permeating the entire place and making my mouth water.
” I look around for the babysitters. “It’s getting busy in here.
” I gesture to the crowd over in the corner, best seats in the house to watch the dancing girls.
“I’ll head outside with you. As long as Carver’s out there Hawg won’t jump down my throat. ”
She gives me a look. “What’s up with you two? You a thing?”
My eyes narrow. “A thing? What are we, in grade school? No, we’re not a thing.
Maybe there’s some, I don’t know, chemistry, call it what you want, but I don’t want to mix business with personal shit.
I’d just walk away after a few dates and it would go south from there. It was different for you and Carver.”
Pearl stops at the bottom step and gives me the look.
I exhale. “He wasn’t with the Royal Bastards when you started seeing each other.
He was out on his own and that’s the difference.
If things went south, he would have said goodbye, and you never would have seen each other again.
I’d have to deal with seeing Hawg from time to time.
No thanks. I’ll blow off steam out of town every once in a while, or not at all.
I have a little friend who works just fine. ”
She rolls her eyes, shakes her head, and walks in front of me without saying a word until we reach the bar. “Three beers,” she tells Brandy.
“Coming right up, Prez.”
She turns to me while Brandy gets them from the fridge.
“Move church up. Someone doesn’t show up, like Shine, and she’s going to answer to me.
It’s fine to stay holed up in her room for a while but enough is enough.
I tried earlier and she wouldn’t even answer the door.
I was one step away from kicking the thing in to check on her, but Carver suggested giving her more time. That man is making me soft.”
“Never, just smoothing out the edges, Prez.”
She smiles. “Keep it to your fucking self. If I didn’t hear Shine talking on the phone every once in a while I would have thought she left town. Brandy hasn’t even seen her come down for food in all this time. I know she’s got a refrigerator in there, but it’s bound to run low soon.”
At least I can relieve her worry a little because as guilty as I feel about the whole thing, I would have kicked that door down if I hadn’t seen Shine with my own eyes.
“No, she’s come down a couple times. Grabs a couple waters and says hey to everyone but me.
I get the silent treatment. I tried talking to her but she’s just not ready. ”
Pearl hands me one of the bottles Brandy passes over and takes the other two as we head for the back door to go outside.
Carver’s by himself at the grill and Hawg’s buddies are nowhere to be seen.
I walk around the corner to give them a little space, and enjoy the coolness of the evening air, just a little solitude while I sip my beer.
I feel his presence before I hear or see him.
I turn to meet a solid wall of muscled chest. The fresh scent of his soap wafts over my nostrils, making my resolve to keep our distance that much harder.
“I thought I asked you to stay put, let my boys know where you’re going.
Yet here I find you out in the dark, off by yourself where anyone could snatch you if they wanted. ”
My eyes meet his as his hand snakes around my nape, leaning down so close I can smell the mint of his toothpaste. “You remember what I told you I’d do if you didn’t listen this time?”
“I was starving…”
“That doesn’t matter. You still broke my rules.”
The thinness of my T-shirt is probably just emphasizing the hardness of my nipples and it has nothing to do with the coolness of the night air, and we both know it.
His nose pushes the strand of hair falling into my face.
“You can’t hide from me. This thing between us, I can feel it across the room, baby.
And after I get done paddling your ass, I’m going to make you scream my name in a very good way. ”
Everything south clenches when his breath caresses my ear and my neck while his finger traces patterns on my nape before his mouth finds mine in a kiss that promises so much more.
This is a very bad idea.
But when his hand cups my ass, drawing me into his heat, so close that I can feel the rod of steel beneath those jeans, I’m not telling him no.
Voices around the corner cut our kiss short, and it’s with reluctance and effort that I get my breathing back under control. I don’t know when the last time was that I’ve wanted to be with someone like this.
But I want it with Hawg, no matter the complications. This desire has been sizzling right under my skin since those smoldering blues eyes met mine and nothing but letting him have his way is going to put out this flame.
His hand stays at my nape. “Let’s get you something to eat, and then I’m taking you upstairs,” he growls, kissing that sensitive area right in the crook of my shoulder that sends shivers down my spine.
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
His eyes devour me. “I’m going to feast on you all night long,” he says, kissing my lips, sealing his threat with that promise before turning me toward the front door.
“Less questions,” he says, and I don’t argue.
Hopefully everyone will be too busy listening to the music or watching the girls to notice us when we come in, but being noticed slides to the bottom of my cares as his hand slips out of the back pocket of my jeans on the way in the door.
I can barely breathe as we take those stairs.
This is really happening. Maybe I should feel anxious, unsure, but nothing could be farther from the truth.
I may have to deal with the repercussions of sleeping with the prez of the club down the street one day, but right now, all I can think of is the feel of that kiss and the promise of what he plans to do to me next.
The minute we’re in my room; he closes the door and lifts me by the waist with those massive hands.
My legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries me to bed, settling me on the edge of the mattress, kissing my lips, keeping me held tight while that spark that’s been simmering right below the surface ignites into a full-blown flame.
My hands find his hair, running my fingers through that thick dark brown mane, relishing in the way his breath exhales as I trace down the muscular cords of his neck and shoulders as he kisses me while lifting the edge of my T-shirt.
His finger brushes my skin, sending heat racing through my body, a fire that requires attention in the dirtiest of ways.
“Hands.”
They leave his skin but only for a moment, long enough for me to put them in the air and him to help me out of my shirt and unclasp the lacy material that’s keeping my straining breasts from being cupped in his hands.
His eyes smolder. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growls, leaning to suck on one of my aching nipples and then the other as he unbuttons and unzips my jeans.
“Skin on skin,” I murmur as his hands grasp the curve of my hips, grinding that rod of steel right into my heat.
He stands to remove his shirt. My center clenches watching his six-pack flex while he unbuckles his belt and lets the rest of his clothing drop to the floor before removing my jeans. “Hips up, baby. I want your pussy.”
He peels them from my legs, lowering himself to kiss along my ankles, up my calves while his hands slide beneath my ass, raising it to the heat of his mouth. He doesn’t waste time with panties. His thumb slides the white lace aside so his tongue can find my heat.
The minute the warmth and wetness touch me there, right on the little nub that makes me squirm with delirious need my fingers grasp the side of his head, caressing his hair, neck, anything that I can reach from this position.
His hands grasp mine, and he draws them out to the side, burying his face into my pussy, licking me with his tongue and rubbing me with his day-old scruff.
The rough, then soft of his touch sends me into a frenzy, but I’m not able to move away, not with his hands holding me into place, exactly where he wants me. His eyes smolder while he watches from between my thighs. He doesn’t need cuffs of any sort with hands and a mouth like this.
I try to squirm, but his face holds me firm, planted against my center, giving me no choice but to accept the pleasure he wants to give.
But I’m not going to last very long like this, and every lick or scruff builds that burning desire deep inside and when he bites down and sucks long and hard I come harder than I’ve ever come before and his name leaves my lips on a wrecked cry.
But he’s not finished, holding my thighs with the firmness of his hands. “This is mine baby, every sweet little drop.”
My head lulls from side to side, already spent, but his tongue on me there is like an intense flame and my body wants more of what he has to give. My hips rise and the arrogant devil smiles, flipping me over. “Knees.”
I’m poised as his hands grasp my hips, ready for that hard shaft of his to drive into my heat, but when his hand comes down on my ass it causes me to squeal.
“Ouch!” Ouch! Ouch!” I cry with every smack.
I try to move, but his hand on my lower back keeps me still.
“Take your punishment, baby. You deserve it.”
I shouldn’t fucking like this, but tell my body that’s dripping wet. Just the thought earlier got me going but that hand on my ass, and the sweet burn causes me to moan aloud. “Hawg.”
“That’s right, baby. Tell me you’re not going to leave on your own again?”
I shake my head.
His hand comes down hard, first one ass cheek and then the other. “Words, baby.”
“I won’t. I won’t. I won’t!”
The onslaught of my ass ends just as abruptly as it started, replaced with red hot kisses, rough to gentle, and I’m beginning to learn a little bit more about my desires every time this man touches me or does something new.
I’m hot and wet, dripping and ready for him and when he slides in, he drives into the very end of me, steadying my body with hands curved around both of my hips, thrusting deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.
Hawg’s relentless and knows exactly how to use that rod, rubbing against my walls while making me delirious and so needy for that big thick cock.
My head hits the mattress after an explosion that takes my air and leaves me panting for breath, but he drives harder and harder. “Come with me, one more time, baby.”
I wouldn’t have thought it possible before, but he doesn’t relent and when hot ropes of cum spill deep inside of me I find myself trembling all over that steel rod again.