Janie
“Okay, Hawk,” I said once my giggling subsided. “You’ve had your face buried between my thighs, but let’s do the whole twenty questions thing so we won’t feel like strangers.” Not that I had an issue with fucking the delicious stranger beside me, but like he’d said he wanted to see where this could go, and I was definitely on board—even if the fucked-up truth about our situation couldn’t possibly end well. Hell, I’d lied about my last name … and would without a doubt lie again if needed. Anything to keep him close for as long as I could.
“You first,” he said.
A knot had twisted my stomach from Tasha’s text letting me know my dad had begun to worry about me. Again, she’d covered for my ass, but I feared my anxiety would cause me to crash, ending whatever had started between Hawk and me.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Thirty-eight.”
“Shit.”
His brow rose. “Have an issue with my age?”
“I’m only twenty-three.”
“Shit.”
We both laughed. “I don’t give a fuck if you don’t,” I said, leaning toward him again, wishing I could crawl onto his lap.
His bright, hazel eyes peered at my face, a soft smile wrinkling the skin at the corners. “I don’t give a fuck.”
Less than two inches separated us, and I hovered close, loving the tension that zapped between us. “What is this, Hawk?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but like I said last night, I sure as hell want to find out.”
“You’re serious about driving me home?”
“Dead.”
And when I crash… “I’m looking forward to it,” I said as our burgers arrived. “How long have you been with the Fallen Gliders?” I asked a few minutes later, continuing our game.
“Going on close to twenty years.”
I knew the answer to my next question, but curiosity over his stance opened my mouth. “Is it true what they say about the whole brotherhood being first, family second?”
Hawk shrugged and finished chewing a bite of his burger. “For the most part, yes.”
“But?”
A furrow appeared between his eyebrows. “Seems like the times are changing. Brothers leaving. Less tolerance from the law…” He shrugged again.
“And where do you stand on the whole brothers versus family thing?”
The burger in his hands held his attention as I waited. “It’s always been brothers first for me because I’ve never found a reason to think otherwise.”
Giddiness tickled my stomach. If he didn’t take off at the first sign of my crash, maybe, just maybe the star-crossed-lovers feeling in my gut would turn out okay.
We continued with our question game, even though I had to shade the truth here and there about who and what I was. Turned out, he wasn’t the prying type, and we ended up spending most of the time discussing our favorite HBO show that had been cancelled way too damn early for either of our tastes—Deadwood.
Since I’d always wanted to see the real streets where Sheriff Bullock, Calamity Jane, and Hickok himself had strolled, we ended up footing it for a while, fingers laced between us. Still flying high even with the niggling of anxiety lacing my stomach, I pulled him from place to place, snapping selfies of the two of us, blowing my money on all sorts of tiny, useless trinkets I could fit in my bag, and pulling deep-seated laughter from him on more than one occasion.
Making him smile, hearing him laugh, being that light he said I’d brought to his life, became my mission, and I thrived on the thrill of curving his lips.
An hour later—and having learned Hawk was a mechanic with his own shop, his retired father lived in Florida with his long-time girlfriend, and he’d buried his mother years earlier—same as me—we set out for Rushmore.
I hadn’t told Hawk the truth about my mother’s death, but I rarely told anyone the fact the shit eating her mind had enticed her to hang herself. Inflicted with the same crippling mental illness, I understood all too well the depression, the voices in her head that led her to make the choice to leave me and my dad. It’d been ten years since she’d gone—ten years since I’d been diagnosed. Since then, countless highs and lows had come and gone, but I’d never once hungered for the continued high to last like I did while holding onto Hawk as we rode through the Black Hills.
Like fingers grasping at water, I tried to hold on as we peered up at the four faces of dead presidents until we headed back north, the sun sinking to our left.
I lay my cheek on Hawk’s back, the leather cool on my hot cheek as I snuck my hands beneath his t-shirt. Hot, hard skin met my fingertips. His stomach muscles flexed under my touch, and I slid my hands up higher, over the swell of his pecs.
My pussy throbbed, and as usual while I was manic, I wanted to fuck. I should have enjoyed the entire day—and I did to a point, seeing one of America’s must-see sites—but Hawk’s nearness, the sexual tension between us even while just chatting, had me wet and willing like I’d told him.
He’d seemed more interested in watching me while I checked out Deadwood and Mount Rushmore, and I couldn’t help my smile over that fact. Awareness of his hazel-eyed gaze tingled over my skin time and again all day long until I trembled with need.
“I want you,” he’d whispered in my ear as I stared up at good old Abe.
My answer had been to grab his hand and head back toward the bike.
We sped north, a smile on my lips, his body tense against my front. I never wanted the emotion and high I rode to end.
Ever.
It took fucking forever to get back to his hotel. We weren’t in the door for ten seconds when he dropped to his knees and yanked my jeans to my ankles. He buried his face in my soaked pussy, his groan and lip-smacking tipping my head back against the door, my fingers fisting in the longer hair atop his head.
My climax tingled up from my toes, and I yanked Hawk’s ravishing mouth away from me. “I want to come around your cock.”
He stood and started stripping, revealing tanned, smooth skin, tattooed pecs and that luscious V leading into his leathers. I didn’t waste any more time but tore at my bootlaces and the jeans hindering him getting between my thighs.
Bared from the waist down, I threw myself on the bed and spread my legs wide, beckoning with one hand. “Hurry.”
I bit my lip to keep from giggling as his fingers shook while ripping at his leathers and rolling on a condom.
Green fire lit in his eyes as he climbed onto the bed between my thighs. One thrust seated him against my womb, tearing a shriek from my lungs, same as the night before.
“So fucking wet for me.” Planking over me, he thrust a half-dozen times as I dug my nails into his bulging biceps, and he worked in and out of me, stretching me to fit his girth. “Goddamn, butterfly.” A few grunts and groans, and he slowed, gyrating his hips to rub his pubic bone against my clit.
“God, right there.” I moaned, my head tipping back and eyes closing. “I’m so damn close … don’t stop!” My climax slammed into me with Hawk’s next thrust, sizzling my skin, frying my nerve-endings in exquisite torture. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t focus through the euphoria singing through my blood.
Hawk pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach before the pulsing in my pussy ended, yanked my legs closed, and one thrust landed him against my womb again. I screamed into the mattress, my hands fisted in the comforter as another climax toppled over me.
I couldn’t squirm, couldn’t lift my hips to meet him. I was at his mercy, the mercy of a rutting beast who slammed into me again and again, holding me down with the full weight of his sweating body.
“So good, so fucking good.” His thrusts became sporadic, his breaths ragged. “Fuck!”
His cock pulsed deep inside of me, and gasping for breath, he relaxed, his hot breath on my ear. “Fuck. I could die a happy man right now.” The rumble of his low voice seeped into my back, clear through to my chest, and I smiled. It seemed I couldn’t do much more than that when with Hawk.
A heaved breath, and he pressed up onto his palms, sliding his semi-hard cock from between my legs.
While a shuddering sigh melted me like hot wax into the bed, my mind continued to buzz. Had he somehow cured my mood swings? I’d never flown so high for so long.
The touch of a warm, wet cloth between my thighs slowed my mind and brought me back to the present. I spread my leg wider, giving him access to the mess I’d made while coming around his cock.
“So pink … still swollen. Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” Hawk kissed each of my ass cheeks before dipping down to place a chaste kiss on my pussy.
I rolled and stretched, peering at him beneath my lashes.
Hawk sat beside my hip, naked as a jay, his hair a mess, cheekbones tinted pink. His gaze slid down over my body and back up as though savoring the sight of a juicy steak. Heat filled his eyes as they rested on my face.
“Changed your mind about taking me back east tomorrow?” I asked as he peered down at me.
“Never.”
I smiled, although I knew it was the perfect time to tell him the truth about who I was—what I was—and save us both a shitload of heartache. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bear the thought of ending something that had just begun. Maybe my meds would offer control for a change. Maybe the crash wouldn’t bash me over the head like a hatchet, robbing the life from me. Maybe, just maybe, Hawk would be the kind of man who could handle the craziness inside my head.
Hawk brushed my braid over my shoulder and slid his fingertips along my collar bone, down between my breasts. “What’s going through your mind?”
“I’m scared.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
Physically, I didn’t think he would, but my heart?
“You’re the happiest, most spontaneous woman I’ve ever met. I want you on the back of my bike, Janie. I want to give us a few more days. Please.”
My throat swelled, and tears stung my eyes, but not the kind that arrived with a bout of deep depression. I scooted close to Hawk, and he stretched out beside me, gathering me close against his hard chest.
“Kiss me,” I whispered an inch from his lips.
Soft and gentle, reigniting the fire inside of me no man had been able to quench while I rode my high. Our mouths grew greedy, tongues twining, tasting, and fucking.
“I want you again.” Hawk’s groaned words along with the hardness of his cock against my thigh brought a whimper up from my chest. He reached behind him, grabbed a condom from the bed stand, and handed it to me while lying back.
I straddled his hips, tore the packet open with my teeth, and eyed his thick cock. “It’s amazing these things fit,” I said, rolling the condom down over the flared head of his dick.
“I hate the fucking things.”
“Me, too.”
Hawk grasped my arms and pulled me over his body. “Fuck me, little butterfly.”
A few gyrations of my hips, smearing my wetness over his length, and I shifted to notch his flared head inside of me.
The whiskers on his jaw twitched as though he clenched his teeth, and he palmed my hips as I pressed back onto him, stretching my pussy, filling myself with every inch of his cock. We both groaned as he bottomed out against my womb, and he wrapped his arms around me, capturing my mouth.
A euphoric thrill shot through me, as though all the planets in every galaxy aligned, every star behind my eyelids shining brightly. Like a shattering zap of lightning, I felt Hawk in every pore of my body, his taste, his touch searing my nerve endings.
I panted against his mouth, overcome with emotions and feelings I didn’t understand, but the steady thrust and retreat of our fucking, the gasps and moans accompanying the slick, hot friction between our bodies built to a frenzy. It overshadowed all thought, until all I could do was feel. Exquisite torture of the best kind, growing excitement as the edge of a cliff drew closer.
Wetness coated his thighs—my thighs—as I rubbed against him, in frantic need to sprint forward and throw myself into the unknown. My clit throbbed, and every thrust of his powerful hips rubbed me against his pelvis, heightening my need.
Hawk’s hold on my hips bruised, but the pain only intensified the wildness consuming me.
“I’m going to come,” I heard myself pant through the ringing in my ears. “Don’t stop. God, please…”
His hips pistoned, thrusting his cock into me, and I clung to his body, my fingers fisted in his hair.
Each breath brought me closer, every slide of his throbbing length deep inside of me curling my toes, sweeping tingles up through to my stomach. My lungs failed me as my body finally leaped over the edge, pulling me into oblivion.
Hawk groaned as my pussy clamped around him, but he didn’t come, didn’t stop until I lay lax on his chest.
He flipped me like a ragdoll onto my stomach and yanked me onto my knees. I stuck my ass in the air, still trying to catch my breath, my ears still ringing.
The bed dipped between my thighs, and he grasped my cheeks, spreading me wide. His hot tongue shoved into my asshole, and I squeaked, but he held me tight. “Anyone claim this tight, little hole yet?” he asked, his voice shaking as he slid the pad of his thumb through the saliva he’d left behind.
“No.”
“I want to bury myself inside your ass.” The tip of his thumb slid past the ring of muscles, and I gasped at the burn.
“You can have it. Please,” I whispered, my eyes clenched shut against the renewed need raging through me again as he slowly worked his finger inside of me.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.” He shifted and grasped my hip in his free hand. “Tonight, I’m going to finish off in this lush, swollen cunt.”
Thumb still inside of me, Hawk pressed into my pussy with his cock, filling me like I’d never been before. “O-oh, God…”
My breath caught, and like a rubber band pulled tight, my limbs tensed. He pulled out and thrust back in, his thumb rubbing against my inner wall, and I snapped. Cum poured from me as I groaned like an animal into the pillow.
“Fuck me, Janie. That’s it, baby.”
Body moving on its own, pressing back to meet every thrust of Hawks hips and hand, I took what he offered, never wanting it to end, needing the rush sweeping through my blood to send me into a fucking coma.
Hawk slammed into so damn hard I slid forward, and two more grunted thrusts swelled his cock inside of me. He shuddered, his dick pulsing, sending another tingle through my limbs. Once again, he relaxed against me, his chest heaving, breath heavy in my ear.
****
An hour or so later, we fucked one more time, the pizza we’d had delivered wiped out, the box tossed to the floor. The spice of pepperoni lingered on Hawk’s tongue as languid thrusts into my mouth and pussy brought on a climax that left me boneless.
Still hard, he’d carried me to into the shower where he washed every inch of my weary body.
I slid to my knees, and he fucked my tits I held squished together, finally shooting his cum up over my face. I fucking loved it.
Darkness had fallen, and when we finally rode down the highway toward my hotel to get my bags, I realized Hawk had completely sated my appetite. Contentment wrapped me in a fleece cocoon and kept me smiling even though possible trouble awaited at our destination.
I’d texted Tasha to let her know I was on my way to grab some of my things, but she hadn’t responded before we’d left. Both Tasha and Lori didn’t like my plan—or the lies they had to tell until I headed east on the back of Hawk’s Harley—but they’d agreed earlier that morning when I’d snuck into our hotel room to cover my ass, wanting me to enjoy myself for as long as possible since all good things always came to an end for me.
Hawk parked his bike at my hotel’s rear entrance, and I hopped off, my gaze flitting around the near-empty parking lot. “I—I’ll go grab my stuff. No need for you to come up.”
“You sure?”
I wiped my palms down my jeans. “Yeah. Be right back.”