Janie
Goosebumps raised my skin. Every inch of me trembled. Tension twisted my insides, and I chewed on my lower lip, squeaking as the front door opened and shut. The deadbolt clicked. Keys landed on the table. Heavy footsteps sounded back the hallway, speeding my heartbeat.
I closed my eyes, every hair on my body standing on end as Hawk’s presence filled the bedroom. I’d done as told and knelt with my back to him, naked and pressed against the side of the bed.
He still loves me, I told myself as my ears strained for every move he made. But… “Will you ever trust me again?” I whispered, eyes clenched shut, my heart slamming in my chest.
“After tonight, you won’t ever lie to me again.” The confidence in his voice tightened every muscle in my body and sent a shiver of goosebumps over my skin.
Boots thumped on the floor. Clothing rustled. He’ll guard my heart, but that doesn’t mean he won’t hurt me with those big, fucking palms of his.
He sat beside me on the edge of the bed. “Over my lap,” he said, his tone broking no argument. “Head on one side, legs on the other.”
My ass tingled, readying for the swats he was about to dish out. Unable to look at his face, I did as told, my eyes still tightly shut.
Without a word, he let loose, his palm smacking my ass cheek, jolting me forward, and drawing a shriek from my lungs. He swatted the other before I could catch my breath.
Tears coursed down my cheeks. I sobbed. He continued to tan my hide, and I didn’t try to escape. I deserved the punishment. I’d lied. Put so many lives in danger.
Hawk soothed a hand over my ass which had to be beet red. The sting of his caress settled in my pussy, and I lifted toward his touch. He swatted again, and I gave over to the pain that radiated into stinging pleasure.
For every swat, he caressed my entire backside until I squirmed in his hold, my tears gone, lips parted on pants and moans.
He cupped my pussy. “You’re wet.”
I made a noise of agreement and wiggled on his lap, trying to ease the ache in my clit.
He slid two fingers deep inside of my pussy. “Goddamn, your cunt is perfect.” His fingers made a squishing noise as he pulled them out of my body. The sound of him licking them clean had me squirming for more.
In one fluid motion, he lifted and tossed me onto the bed.
“On your knees. Ass up.”
I kissed the fucking mattress, offering my sopping pussy and aching backside. My body trembled for him. I needed to come, release the pent-up tension. Needed to feel him inside of me. Owning me. Forgiving me.
The bed dipped, and he grasped my hips. “No coming until I say so.” He lined up and shoved into my swollen folds, burying himself balls deep.
“Oh, God!” I grasped at the sheets as he plowed into me over and over, sliding me along the mattress until my head pressed against the headboard. The frame banged against the wall as he slammed into me. Every grunt, every groan on his lips brought me closer, and I bit my lip to ground myself, keep my climax on hold.
“Fuck, Janie,” Hawk growled, his cock swelled, and hot cum shot into me. Incoherent words came from his lips as he emptied into me, sporadic thrusts and growls enough I panted with need.
Hawk finished and pulled out, leaving me gaping. Unfulfilled. Hot and fucking bothered. I deserved ten times worse.
I stretched out my legs as he walked to the bathroom, his cum dripping from my pussy. More tears slid down my cheeks. If ever there had been a time for a depressive episode to swallow me whole, that should have been it.
But…
Hawk had handed in his colors for me. For me. Fucked up in the head Janie Taylor. The woman who had lied to him. Put the lives of him and his brothers in danger. I never would have expected him to do such a thing. His loyalty—love—ran deeper than I could have imagined.
Hawk wiped his cum from between my thighs with a warm, wet cloth and sat against the headboard.
I finally rolled to my side and looked at his face while curling into a fetal position, still nervous of what I would see on his face.
“You don’t trust me,” he said, his eyes blank, lips flat-lined.
“I do.”
“If you did, you would have told me.”
“I was afraid you would toss me on a bus and send me back to New York.”
“I told you that you belonged to me. I told you I loved you.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Such declarations should have wiped away every doubt, every fear, but I’d been programed to believe the worst from the dozen or so guys who’d high-tailed it once seeing the true me.
“Thank fuck things didn’t get out of hand tonight.” Hawk rubbed a hand down over his face and beard.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered yet again.
“Come here.” He reached for me, and I crawled onto his lap, sitting sideways, my ass stinging as it rested against his thigh. He pressed my cheek to his hard chest, right atop the butterfly Digger had inked over his heart. “Do you believe me when I say that I love you?”
Unable to speak, I nodded.
“Do you believe me when I say that you’re mine to hold and protect?”
Again, I nodded.
“I’m never letting you go, Janie. Never.”
“You would have handed in your colors for me.”
“If that’s what it would have taken to protect you and my brothers, yes.” He paused a moment as I again considered the lengths he’d have gone to keep me. “And you would have spilled your father’s secrets to stay.”
“Without a second thought,” I whispered. Hawk loved me, same as I loved him, transcending brotherhood—and blood. More damn tears slid down and onto his heated skin.
Hawk angled me to face him, grasping my cheeks in his calloused palms. “Look at me.”
I lifted my eyes and bit my lip against the sobs wanting to rise.
“I’d do anything for you, little butterfly. Anything to keep you by my side. Safe. Happy. And knowing you’d do the same for me…” He kissed me, gentle and slow, and I soaked in the love of every caress of his lips, every slide of his tongue.
My need flared to life again, and I weaseled my way to straddle his lap, hands between us, desperate to harden his cock again. He groaned into my mouth, his hold on my face tightening as I stroked him.
“I need you, Hawk,” I whispered against his lips, coaxing him to swell in my hand.
His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling, twisting as he devoured my mouth.
“Please.” I gasped against his bruising lips as he worked his hips, hardening in my grasp. A lift of my hips notched his cock inside of me.
“No more lies, little butterfly.” His hazel eyes filled with intense love, but also promise of consequences.
“No more lies,” I whispered.
He thrust upward, filling my swollen pussy, hands in a vise grip on my hips.
“Oh, God…” I tilted my head back, thrusting my chest out, and he obliged my unasked request, his lips and teeth closing over a nipple. I ground myself against him, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone, my fingers holding tight to the hair on his head.
Hawk nipped with his teeth—soothed with his tongue—while I squirmed in his hold, desperate.
“Fuck me, Hawk,” I whined. “Please.”
He lifted and slammed me back onto his hard cock. “Every time your head tells you to doubt me—” he plowed into me again, “—you remember this. Remember my cock filling you.” Another deep thrust landed him against my womb. “Claiming you.”
“Yes … fuck, yes.”
“Come for me, Janie. I want your cum all over my cock.” Two more thrusts. “All over my balls.”
My climax hit me like a crashing wave, and I cried out Hawk’s name, grinding my pussy against him, needing to be closer, overwhelmed with the need to draw him so deep inside of me that I couldn’t tell where he began, where I ended.
He captured my mouth, swallowed my cries, and pumped into me, prolonging the spasms, the euphoric tingles racing through my body.
“I fucking love you, Janie,” he murmured into my mouth as I sagged in his arms. Still hard, he continued to work his hips, grinding into my sopping core. “Believe me?”
“Yes,” I whispered into his sweaty neck, a smile on my lips. “But can you show me again?”
With a chuckle, he rolled, trapping me beneath his hard body. He kissed my forehead, pulled out, and slid in slow and easy while linking his hands with mine overhead. He kissed my nose and slowly fucked me. He kissed my lips, the slick glide of his cock in and out of my core tingling my toes.
There was no more need for words. No more declarations of love or apology. Just two lovers sharing and showing their dedication. Their promise of forever.
The End
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