Hawke
“Hey, baby,” I say just as I walk into Luisa’s bedroom. I cross my arms and ankles, staring at my woman, who is wearing the shortest fucking black dress I have ever seen. She stares back at me through the mirror she’s standing in front of as she puts on some earrings. My eyes travel down her slim legs and land on her shoes, so fucking high her legs seem endless. I drop my hands back to my side and push off her bedroom wall. Making my way toward her, I slide them around her small waist when I get there, flattening my palms against her toned belly. My cock hardens as it makes contact with her ass and I kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder, enjoying her intake of breath.
“Hawke, not now,” she says, giggling. “I need to get ready, Jasmine will be here any minute with our cab.”
I stare at her through the mirror, her dark brown eyes widening as my right hand moves higher, cupping her breast. I toy with her nipple and she gasps. I lick her neck and kiss under her ear. “There’s no fucking way you’re wearing that tonight, baby,” I whisper. “Now be a good girl and change into something else.”
Her eyes narrow at me and she grabs my hand, pulling it away from her tit. She turns around and has to look up. Even with those high as fuck shoes, I still tower over her.
“Listen, Hawke, this is what I’m wearing, and it is final. I am not changing.” She huffs and places her hands on her hips. She’s so fucking cute when she’s angry.
I tilt my head and look down at this beautiful creature who is all mine. “You’ve got to the count of ten, baby, to get your fine ass out of that dress, or I’m going to do it myself. And I can’t guarantee it will still be in one piece when I’m done,” I say, smirking.
Luisa steps back, placing her palms up to me. “You wouldn’t dare?”
“Wouldn’t I?” I reply, enjoying the look of panic on her face.
“This dress cost me two hundred dollars, Hawke. You’re not ruining it.”
“Baby, who said anything about ruining it? If you be a good girl and take it off, we won’t have any problems now, will we?”
“But… but… why?” she says looking down at her dress. “Don’t you like it?”
I step closer, feeling the warmth of her body flush with mine, and tilt her chin with my finger. “Baby, I fucking love it.”
“Then what’s the problem?” she asks, her bottom lip quivering.
I rub my thumb over it and look deep into her eyes. “Because, baby, you’re going out dancing tonight, and there’s no way in hell I’m allowing any man to look at my goods.”
I cup the back of her neck and move her face closer to mine, our lips a hairsbreadth away. “Now be a good girl and change.” I briefly kiss her, and move back before I have my way with her. “You’ve got to the count of ten.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“One,” I say, ignoring her statement. “Two.” I raise my second finger.
“Grrrrr, you’re unbelievable.”
I smile and continue raising fingers. “Three.”
“Fine! I’ll get changed,” she agrees, and heads into her bathroom. I continue to count, and sneak my head around the bathroom door, watching her undress until all she’s wearing is a black thong.
“No bra?” I ask, raising my eyebrows and licking my lips at the sight before me.
She ignores me and walks past me to her closet, and begins to search for something else to wear. She pulls out a red dress and I shake my head, letting her know she can’t wear that. She huffs and pops it back into her closet. I walk behind and reach over her, pulling out a blue dress. It’s longer but has a slit up one side of it. I’m not completely happy with it but it’s going to have to do.
“Here,” I say, handing her the dress.
“Really? This? It’s old, Hawke.”
“Don’t care, baby, it’s what you’re wearing. It’s either that or you’re wearing jeans.”
She snatches the dress out of my hands and quickly places it over her head; I watch the dress fall down her beautiful body, shitty that it’s now covering her breasts. She has the most amazing tits, round and perky and big compared to the rest of her body.
The dress fits tightly around her and when she walks back to her dressing table, I see the slit of the dress reveal a little too much for my liking. But I’m not going to argue, she’s compromised, and I’m not gonna tell her she can’t wear what I picked out for her.
Luisa brushes her long, brown hair out in waves, and then clips the side of it up, revealing her beautiful neck. I adjust my cock and she notices through the mirror. She turns around to face me, smiling as she walks over to me. She looks fucking hot.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to me. “Listen, baby, you be careful tonight. I’ve got the prospects following you.” I quickly raise a finger to her lips, concealing her protest. “Before you go yelling at me, Quill ordered it. His woman is pregnant and out on the town, there’s no fucking way he’s not having eyes on her. Now, enjoy Jasmine’s bachelorette party, but just promise me you won’t drink too much while I’m not around.”
Her eyes soften when she looks deep into mine. “Hawke, we’ll be fine, we’re only going dancing,” she says, patting my chest. “And I promise not to get too drunk.”
“Too drunk?” I growl. “There’s no way in hell I’m allowing you to get drunk without me there.”
“Hawke, stop being a jack—“ I cut her off as I smash my lips to hers, loving how soft they feel against mine. She moans into my mouth and I sneak my hands around her luscious body, cupping her sweet ass and pulling her into my hard cock. The kiss ends too soon when a horn outside sounds, announcing her cab is here.
I slap her ass when I say, “Be good, baby.”
She smiles at me and pulls me forward by my cut, and kisses me deeply one last time. Her tongue delves into my mouth, tasting every part of it. Nipping my bottom lip, she pulls back slowly. “You just make sure you don’t let any strippers touch what is mine,” she says all serious-like.
“Baby, why would I want a stripper when I have you to come home to? You’re all I ever want or need.” It’s Quill’s bachelor party too. The boys have arranged for us to go to the strippers tonight, but I can’t say Quill or I are happy about the idea. We’re both crazy about our women, and the fact that we’ll be surrounded by strippers doesn’t sound too appealing. Quill gets married in a week, and although Quill wasn’t up for a bachelor party, he had no choice; the brothers organized a night at Black Panthers and he didn’t have the heart to tell them he didn’t want anything.
I’m not exactly thrilled myself; while my woman is out clubbing, I’ll be worried about her all night. But I’m hoping with Jasmine being pregnant and all, she’ll want to have an early night, but I don’t like my chances. Jasmine is Quill’s old lady. She’s beautiful and kind and has a bit of sass. She’s everything Quill needs. I never thought I’d see the day he’d settle down but when he first set his sights on Jasmine at his father’s hotel, there was no escaping the fact that he fell deep for her. Sure, they had their problems, don’t we all? But what’s important is that their love survived, and when Jasmine was taken hostage by the Gypsy Brothers, as collateral to get Quill to join our clubs together, I have to admit, I didn’t think Jasmine would mentally survive the ordeal. But we got her out safe, and even though Quill had to make some decisions that included the death of his old man, they made it through the tough times. And now she’s having his baby and they get married in a week, I couldn’t be any happier for them.
I love Jasmine like my own sister, and I’m happy as fuck I met her. Because if I didn’t, I never would have met Luisa, and she has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I thought I wouldn’t love again after Josie but something tells me I’m falling for Luisa. Josie did a real number on me all those years ago, but with Luisa, life is easy. She accepts my brothers and me for who we are. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about Josie yet but I’ll find the right time. I’ve explained my past to Jasmine, but I know she won’t say anything to Luisa, she has my back. I want to be the one to tell Luisa. I’m not sure I’ll ever want to get married again. I’m not sure it’s on the cards for me. All I know is that I like what Luisa and I have, so why ruin it? I just hope Luisa understands that, and for now I will give her everything I have.
I lift the front of Luisa’s dress, and she moans as I lightly run my finger over her folds through her panties. “Hawke,” she gasps, and her eyes shut at the pure pleasure my finger brings.
I cup her pussy, and demand, “Open your eyes, babe.” Her eyes flutter open. “No one gets to touch this,” I state. “This is mine and only mine. And when you get home, I’m gonna prove that to you. You got me?” I pat her pussy before I remove my hand. I hear her whimper as her body moves forward, pressing against mine. I smile and kiss her nose. “Tonight,” I whisper, the word coming out as a promise.
“But…. You can’t start something and leave me hanging, Hawke,” she whines.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, noticing it’s Quill on the other end. “I have to take this, baby,” I say and walk out, Luisa following behind.
“Fine, take it, I have to go anyway. Jasmine has been cranky as hell these last few days, and I don’t need to give her another reason to yell at me for keeping her waiting.”
“Hey, what’s up?” I say into my phone.
“Where the fuck are you, man? If I gotta be here, then you gotta be beside me.” Quill’s voice is loud, probably trying to compete with the music and whistles I can hear in the background. He must already be at Black Panthers. He also sounds keen for me to get there, possibly to rescue him from our brothers’ plans for the night.
“I’m on my way, brother, just making sure Luisa is okay.”
“Come on, Luisa, get your butt in the cab,” I hear yelled from the roadside as Luisa locks the front door. “It’s my bachelorette party, remember?” A wide smile touches my lips when I see Jasmine yelling out from the cab’s window. “Hawke, let her go,” she continues. “If Quill can be civilized then so can you. Now let her get her ass in here.” She opens the door of the cab for Luisa. I look to the rear of the cab and spot Torch and Rhyder, our new prospects, nearby. Quill has organized for them to follow along and keep an eye on our women. I nod to them and they respond by doing the same.
I catch Luisa’s hand as she walks toward the cab, bringing her back to me. I cup her cheek with my other hand and rest my forehead on hers, loving her sudden intake of breath. “Be careful, baby,” I say in all seriousness.
“Of course, I always am,” she replies, smirking.
I peck her lips before she gets into the cab, taking a seat beside Jasmine. She waves as they drive off, and I sigh. What the fuck is wrong with me? Get it together. She’s changed you. I laugh at my behavior and straddle my bike, taking off toward Black Panthers, where I know the boys will be celebrating, and most likely be drunk.