Tessa
“Hmm, now that sounds interesting.”
I’m not sure what has gotten into me. I’ve never been flirty. Or bold for that matter. All of that was taken away from me on the cold concrete ground in the garbage area of the local mall. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve missed him or if I’m finally feeling comfortable enough to come out of my protective shell. Whatever it is, it feels nice. Seven years of being guarded is a long time, and I think I’ve paid my dues. If Hawk chooses to stick around, then I owe it to myself and him to lighten up a bit.
I turn my back to him and continue cleaning the bottles and capping them for the night. The last few stragglers seem to have followed Croy out when he left, leaving just Hawk and me. Usually, Croy waits for me to finish, but I guess the little confrontation he had with Hawk a moment ago made him change his mind. I do my best to ignore Hawk’s presence.
I jump as the familiar beat starts to boom through the speakers of the bar. I glance over my shoulder and see Hawk place his phone down on a table. This song had always been a favorite of his. The beat of Pony starts to waft through the air. When I turn around, there’s Hawk, not far from the bar, in the middle of the floor where there aren’t any tables. His white T-shirt has been replaced with a tight, white, wife beater. The jeans against his thigh muscles strain as he bends his knees. My throat goes dry as his hips begin to gyrate–around and around, twisting one way then the other. He drags his hand up his body, slowing lifting the cotton of his shirt, revealing the hardness of his abs.
“Sweet Jesus…”
I stumble back a bit, hitting the front row of bottles with my back. He lifts his head to meet my gaze and gives me a quick wink. The bastard must have heard me. My heart rate picks up, and I feel my nipples harden as I watch the magic that is Hawk’s body. He tugs his shirt over his head and then begins to roll his body forward and then back.
There’s no way I’m staying behind the safety of the bar. I slowly walk to the entrance of the bar and lift the top, making sure to keep my eyes on the show that’s happening in front of me. The lyrics are telling me to ‘ride it,’ and the way Hawk’s rolling his hips and flexing his stomach muscles has me thinking that the song has the right idea. His feet move, and his body follows–in fluid motions. One of the many hidden talents of Hawking Gentry is his ability to hold a beat.
He bites his lip as he slides and turns towards me. His head bobs from side to side, as his tongue is pressed between stiffen lips. With another front slide, his body is almost flush to mine. I can feel his pelvis hit me with every beat he keeps. My legs feel week as desire pulls at my belly. He slowly reaches out towards me, and I feel my body start to lean into him. Once he places a hand on my hip, he pulls me towards him.
“So fucking beautiful, Tessa. All turned on, watching me.” His voice is strained. “Do you like to watch me, Tessa?”
I whimper in response.
“I bet you’re soaking wet right now. Isn’t that right, sweet girl? ”
He’s not wrong. I moan when I feel his fingertips on the skin of my thigh, moving beneath the hem of my skirt, and I take a small slide to the side, allowing him better access between my legs. There’s one thing that I’ve learned in the past couple of months, and that’s what I’ll never deny Hawk anything. Not when he’s erased so much darkness from my life.
I feel the tug of my panties to the side then a soft brush of his fingers against my core. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Tessa. Right here, right now. I don’t give a shit who might walk in, because the only thing that matters is feeling your pussy clench around my cock as you come.”