Hawke: Christmas in Paradise (Billionaire Boys Club)

by Ellie Masters

  “I’m yours. Whatever you want. However you need it. Take it. You don’t have to worry about being gentle, or going slow. Forget everything and take me like you need to. I’m yours to use as you need.”

  “Quinn…” Raspy and raw, his voice shakes. “Fuck, but that’s... You don’t have to…”

  I kneel before him and look up as he stares down at me. I know exactly what’s going through his head. There’s nothing subtle about me kneeling before him. I’m not offering to give him a blowjob. I’m sending a message and surrendering control. I jumped into the deep end. Now, it’s time to see if he’ll take the leap and join me.

  “Your wish is my command.” A smile ghosts across my face while an agonized moan rumbles out of his chest.

  “Goddamn, but you’re fucking gorgeous.” His attention shifts to the door. “Any chance anyone will walk in on us?”

  “No.”

  “You sure about this?” He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it before I can answer.

  “Very.”

  “It’s been two months, luv. I probably won’t last long.” His husky voice grows deeper, hoarser, harsher. “And I won’t be gentle.”

  “I like it when you’re rough.” I can’t help it, but I smirk and bat my lashes, teasing him.

  “Girls with smart mouths need to be very careful, or they’ll find themselves over my knee.”

  “I’ll just have to be very careful what I say.” I glance at the bulge in his pants. “Or, hope you find another use for my smart mouth so I don’t get in trouble.”

  “Open that mouth.” He unzips his fly and pulls out his cock. He fists the base while looking down at me with his smoldering gaze. “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  “We could just go to dinner.” He’s testing my resolve. “We could talk.”

  “I’d rather you feed me your dick. Food is highly overrated.”

  “Take me in.” He presses the tip of his cock against my lips. “Swallow me whole.”

  He fills my mouth and shoves all the way in. Before I gag, he slides back out. His eyes close, and deep moans spill from his mouth. He rocks his hips forward and back as I suck and lick and take him in. As his desire builds, his control slips.

  “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I’m obsessed with him, with watching him take his pleasure. This feels good. It feels more like us, and what we should be. As his cock slides in and out of my mouth, I sift through all the anger and hurt feelings over the past two months. I know he never meant to hurt me, and I truly forgive him.

  He reaches down and threads his fingers in my hair. I can tell he’s been holding back, still uncertain about what’s happening. Most likely, he thought he’d have to beg and grovel a bit more for my forgiveness; sex would come later.

  Frankly, I don’t want to wade through all those messy emotions.

  His grip tightens on my hair. A sharp tug steals my breath. The slow, steady rhythmic glide of his hips turns fevered and urgent. I feel the moment he comes unglued and releases his restraint. His hips jerk and buck as he comes with a low, throaty growl and several powerful thrusts. Yeah, there’s nothing slow or gentle about my Hawke.

  When he pulls out, he grips my chin and forces me to look up at him.

  “Two months is far too long. I’ve missed that.” He toes off his shoes and kicks them aside. “My turn.” With a growl, he pushes me backward and stands over me as he tugs on his tie and strips out of his white Oxford shirt. He kicks off his pants and strips out of his underwear.

  A quick scan of the office brings an evil gleam to his eyes. “I wonder what Tom will think when he finds out I’ve fucked you on every surface.”

  “I think Tom will want another office.”

  “I agree. And we’ll work on that tomorrow. For now, I want to hear you scream. Oh, and Quinn?”

  “Yes?” I lean back on my elbows and enjoy every delicious inch of his chiseled body.

  “Tonight, I’m going to fuck your brains out. Tomorrow, we’ll see about getting MindScapeVR going. Tomorrow night, we’re going to see your brothers.”

  “My brothers?”

  “Yeah, I need to get their permission.”

  “You don’t really need their permission for this.”

  His low, rumbly laugh is like drizzling liquid chocolate all over my body. I ache for him.

  “No, but I do if I’m to ask you to marry me.”

  “Um, what?”

  He kneels on the floor, and his gaze cuts to my legs. More specifically to what’s between them.

  “First things first. You got to suck my dick. I’m going to feast on your pussy. Then, we’ll order in. After that, I’m going to fuck you against that wall. On that sofa.” He grins. “I’m going to take you from behind while I bend you over that desk. And I’m going to watch your tits bounce as you climb on top of me and go for a ride.”

  “Can we talk about the marriage thing?”

  “Nope.” He gives a sharp shake of his head. “Can’t do that until after I speak with your brothers. We have some shit to sort out, seeing how I broke your heart, and they probably want to chop off my balls. I want to make sure we’re all in agreement about you belonging to me.”

  “You didn’t break my heart, just kind of squeezed it a little too hard.”

  He grabs my ankles and forces my legs apart. “That’ll never happen again. I swear on my life. And, to make sure you vouch for me…” A look of carnal hunger fills his face as he leans down and shows me exactly why I’ll vouch for him. He barely touches me before my entire body detonates.

  After I recover, Hawke holds me. Our naked bodies press against each other as we stare deeply into each other’s eyes. It’s an intimate moment, but not because of the sex.

  “I don’t think you should talk to my brothers until after we’re married.”

  “Come again?”

  “They won’t be as forgiving as me. You probably won’t survive the encounter. I say we tell them after.”

  “After?” He sweeps the hair off my forehead. “Is that your way of saying yes?”

  “I suppose.”

  “You suppose? Dammit, woman, I need a solid yes from you.”

  I laugh and reach between us. My fingers wrap around his dick as I give a long, firm stroke.

  “Most definitely, yes.”

  He shifts until he’s on top of me; his dick is more than recovered from my oral skills. The last waves of my orgasm still echo within me. I’m still tingly and quivering. He moves into position, placing the flare of his cock at my entrance.

  “Miss Quinn Hayes…”

  “Yes?”

  “Will you marry me?”

  “Most definitely, yes.” I giggle as Hawke sinks inside of me, but soon I’m moaning as desire rushes through me.

  He takes a moment to stare deep into my eyes.

  “I absolutely adore you, and love you more than I ever thought possible. Among the other vows I’ll soon make to you, there’s this one. I’ll never hurt you again. My mother will never get between us again. I hope I’m not moving too fast, but I don’t want to wait. You told me to take what I want, and I want you.”

  I slap at his arm and laugh. “If you ever speak about your mother when you’re buried balls deep inside of me again, I will send my brothers after you. Now please, your fiancée needs you to move.”

  “Slow and gentle? Or a little bit rough?”

  “Oh, Hawke, you know I like it rough, and I absolutely love when you take control.”

  “Fucking music to my ears.”

  Thirty-Nine

  Hawke

  I fulfill every promise to Quinn. After I take her on the floor, we order in, eat, and talk about Mother, her ultimatum, Cherise, and my plans for my sister. I tell her about Jack and Steve’s thoughts about MindScapeVR. They want a meeting to toss around ideas as to what would be feasible and the timeframe she’ll need. Her mouth drops as I explain.

  “I love when I leave you speechless, but watching you gape at
me gets me to thinking about a better way to utilize that luscious mouth of yours.” I can’t help but tease her.

  “I’m sorry, but you’re kind of blowing my mind right now. I have this little idea to help the aging with memory loss and declines in mental functioning, and you’ve just gone and blown the lid on that.”

  “I like to think big. Speaking of big…” I glance down at my crotch.

  “Big? That’s… It’s… Wow, it’s mind-blowing.” She gives a little snicker. “And I know exactly where that comment just sent your dirty mind.”

  “Guilty as charged, but in my defense, you’re irresistible and I like to…”

  “I know exactly what you like.” She makes a show of licking her fingers, demonstrating she comprehends the full extent of the decadent thoughts swirling in my head.

  The night becomes a blur of talking and fucking. It’s like there’s a sudden rush to get to know each other on a deeper, personal level, but we still give in to our carnal needs. I simply can’t get enough of my girl.

  After I take her against the wall and bend her over the desk, we lie on the couch holding each other, talking softly about the future—our future. I thread my fingers with hers, interlocking our digits.

  “What kind of ring do you want on this finger?” Of the many things I don’t know about Quinn are simple things like what kind of jewelry she prefers. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen her wear any jewelry.

  “I’m a simple girl. Nothing flashy.” She clutches my hand and turns it around to kiss the backs of my knuckles.

  “Hmm. I like the way you suck on my knuckles.”

  “I bet you do. Should I move to the floor and suck something else?”

  I can’t help but laugh. “As much as that excites me, I need more time to recover. I’m happy to talk. There’s so much I want to know about you.”

  “Like?” She leans forward and presses her lips to the hollow of my throat. It’s a soft, gentle kiss. One which sends shockwaves rippling through my body.

  “Favorite color?” I shift in my seat trying to get comfortable as blood rushes to my crotch.

  “Green.”

  “Like your eyes. Your eyes are mesmerizing.” I can’t get enough of those emerald depths.

  “Yours are tawny gold. They’re striking and the first thing I noticed about you.”

  “I bet we make beautiful babies.” I tap the tip of her nose.

  “You want kids?”

  “Does that surprise you? I guess we should talk about that. If I’m building a life with you, I want everything that comes with it. Home. Family. Grandkids.”

  “Grandkids? We’re skipping ahead to grandkids?”

  “Well, we need to have kids first, obviously, but I want to grow old with you. As for children, I think we need more baby-making practice. I want to make sure I do it right.” My dick is getting close to recovering from all the fucking.

  “Good thing we have all night.” Her smile is soft and serene. “Practice sounds fun.”

  “So…” I stare deeply into her eyes. “Does this mean we get to ditch the condoms?”

  After Mother’s decree about an heir, the idea of children left me unenthused, but having kids with Quinn is different. It excites me. It’s been a long time since I’ve looked forward to anything. With Quinn by my side, the idea of a couple of kids playing on our laps sounds like heaven.

  “Not that I’m in a rush, but I’m not against it.” I don’t want her thinking I want to saddle her with kids right as MindScapeVR is getting ready for its global debut.

  In fact, I’m at peace with the idea of walking away from Sterling Enterprises. Any children we have will be the product of our love, not Mother’s insane ultimatum.

  I’m looking forward to my life with Quinn. I’ve got Euphoria to keep me occupied, and hopefully, Quinn will be on board with me taking over as CEO of MindScapeVR. It’s her baby, but she needs someone with solid business acumen. I bring that to the table. Together, we are going to change the world.

  “About that ring…”

  “You really want to marry me?” She nibbles on her lower lip, and I suppress a groan. That’s my kryptonite. I don’t think she knows how fucking sexy she is to me when she does that. It shows her vulnerability, her tenderness, and her willingness to open her heart to me.

  “I want to marry you right now and scream it from the rooftops. Hell yes! I hope you’re not getting cold feet?”

  “No.” She twists in my arms until we face each other. Her hand lifts to cup my face, and she drags her hand over the stubble of my beard. “No cold feet here. Just kind of in a daze. Like I’m going to wake up and this will have all been a dream.”

  “I know one way to fix that.”

  “How?”

  “Marry me tonight.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yes, tonight.”

  “I think there’s a waiting period, not to mention applying for a wedding license. You don’t just get married.”

  “You do in Vegas.” I yank her against me. “Let’s fly to Vegas.” I pause, remembering her fear of flying.

  “You’re serious.” She cocks her head and gives me a long, hard stare.

  “Yeah, but then I remembered you’re not much of a flier.”

  “Flying coffins.” She nods with vigor. “But I survived two flights. Maybe I can survive one more?”

  “Is that a yes? Because if it is, I’m not kidding. Marry me tonight, or in the morning. Hell, just marry me.”

  “What about your mother and sister? Or my parents and my brothers?”

  “We can always have a second wedding. And if you marry me, your brothers will be less likely to kill their brother-in-law. Really, when you think about it, getting married now makes the most sense.”

  “The most sense?”

  “Yeah, since my life is on the line. You’d literally be saving my life.”

  “Your life.” Her hand moves from my face to my chest where she draws tiny circles. Each sweep of her finger sends shivers down my spine. “Hmm, so you’re saying that your life is in my hands.” A serene smile curves the corner of her lips. “You’re really serious about getting married tonight?”

  “Well, as soon as we can book a flight and get to Vegas. No alcohol and no cold medicines, though. I need a conscious bride.”

  “Hmm…” Her finger dips down to my navel, and my cock takes notice. The hungry fucker is ready for more action. “I’ve got an idea.”

  “I’m all ears.” She scoots off the couch and kneels on the floor. An evil grin fills her face as she reaches for my cock.

  “What are you doing?”

  “If you manage to book a flight to Vegas before I make you come, then we’ll get married tonight. But, if I get you to come before booking the flight, you have to face my brothers and ask for their blessing first.”

  “What about your father?” Her nails stroke my cock and my hips buck. “Fuuuck, that feels so good.”

  “Daddy isn’t the one you have to convince.” She wraps her fingers around my shaft, and blood surges to my dick. My hips jerk again. There’s a good chance I won’t win this contest.

  “Where’s my phone?” I’ve fucked her four times already. You’d think I’d be tired; there are limits to my stamina, even when it involves Quinn’s fantastic mouth. Although, my dick is taking notice and growing harder by the minute.

  “Here.” She hands me my phone. Before I can turn it on, she coaxes my dick to life. A surge of pleasure sweeps through me as she licks along my shaft.

  I suppress a groan as I desperately search for flights to Vegas.

  Forty

  Hawke

  In less than twelve hours, I slide a ring over Quinn’s finger. It’s a simple gold band with a channel of small diamonds. We’ll add to it later, if that’s what she wants. Honestly, I’ll give Quinn anything her heart desires. Right now, that’s our first kiss as a married couple.

  She’s a little green, fighting nausea as she recovers from the flight. No
alcohol and no cold medicines made it hard on her, but she was a trooper. She held my hand, or rather squeezed it, from takeoff all the way through landing.

  We walk out of the cheesy Las Vegas wedding chapel holding hands. I carry her over the threshold of the penthouse suite, and we don’t leave for two full days.

  While Quinn gets dressed, I catch up on my texts and emails. Angry texts from Candace Yarbrough flood my phone, demanding to know where I am, what I’m doing, and who I’m with.

  Sometime soon, I expect news of my marriage to Quinn to hit the press. For now, Quinn and I fly under the radar. The outside world ceases to exist as we devour each other until exhaustion pulls us into bed for sleep rather than sex.

  There are threatening messages from Mother, a woman who’s never left a text message in her life, demanding to know what I’ve done with Cherise. My legal team took care of that. The day Guardian HRS took Cherise, and sequestered her, was the day the courts turned over guardianship of my sister to me. I no longer need to worry about Cherise’s well-being.

  I plan on keeping her whereabouts to myself until Mother and I share a final conversation. I know her health is failing as the cancer progresses. While she works to ruin me, I do what I must to protect my sister

  Quinn shares her dreams with me about MindScapeVR and her hopes for its ability to help those with dementia and Alzheimer’s retain their mental functioning for as long as possible. She doesn’t say it, but she’s hopeful the adaptive learning heuristics not only slow the degradative changes but stop them altogether.

  Jack, Steve, and I have brainstormed ideas as to how MindScapeVR could be applied in multiple industries. Quinn’s idea really can be a singularity event, like the invention of electricity, the car, and even the internet, the world will never be the same. I respond to their email and send it off.

  “Hey, hun,” I call out to her. “You feeling any better?”

  “Yeah, I’m better now.” She comes out of the bathroom and gives a weak smile. I’m sitting on the couch with my phone in hand, figuring out our trip back to Georgia. No way am I putting her on a plane again. “What are you doing?” She crawls into my lap, straddling my legs. I show her the phone.