Craving Hawk

by Nicole Jacquelyn

  “Yeah, it’s nice. I’ve been tired as hell but I’m making bank.”

  “And what will you do with your windfall?”

  “Is it called a windfall if you had to work for it?” I asked, shaking my head. “Any extra money’s goin’ into the house. Gotta get the wiring finished so I can start working on the floors and walls.”

  “Ah the house that was built in…” her words trailed off and she lifted her eyebrows at me expectantly.

  “Nineteen fifty-two, smartass,” I mumbled taking another tiny bite of the mac and cheese. “You woulda known that if you’d been payin’ attention.”

  “Sorry,” she grumbled. “In my defense, it was kind of hard to concentrate when you just showed up at my door out of nowhere.”

  “I’d just seen you that day!”

  “Well, yeah,” she replied slowly. “But that was another world, right? I mean, we were stuck there. It’s not like we had a lot of choices for hookups.”

  My stomach churned. “You sayin’ you don’t want me here? You got some other guy?”

  “No.” She rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have answered the stupid door. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

  I clenched my teeth against the urge to say shit that would get me kicked out of her apartment.

  “Oh, come on, Tommy,” she said in exasperation, setting her bowl on the table and reaching for mine so she could set it down, too. “I just didn’t know that this was a thing, okay?” She crawled across the bed, and I leaned back a little as she straddled my thighs.

  “You didn’t answer the question,” I growled, grabbing her wrists as she reached for me.

  “What question?”

  “You got another guy?”

  “No.” The word was drawn out in annoyance. “But if I did, he wouldn’t be such a pain in my ass.”

  I let go of her hands and grabbed the sides of her face before the last word had even left her mouth. God, she was hot. Even when she was being a bitch she was sexy. Especially then.

  She sighed when my mouth met hers, and her hands went to the sides of my neck as she sucked my bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. She tasted like pepper, but it wasn’t bad. And her skin was so fucking soft. I’d known from before that it was, but my memory hadn’t done it justice.

  I slid my hands down her neck, carefully making sure I wasn’t putting on too much pressure until I’d reached the wide neck of her t-shirt. Her collarbone felt tiny under my fingertips, but I forgot about how breakable she seemed as my hands finally reached her tits. She may have been small pretty much everywhere, but her tits were perfect. Round and firm with nipples that pointed slightly upward on a slope.

  “Shirt off,” she mumbled against my mouth before pulling away. “Off.”

  She lifted her hands above her head, and I grinned as I ripped the t-shirt off of her.

  “Damn,” I groaned as I leaned toward her breasts. I took one nipple between my lips and sucked it up against the roof of my mouth, making her whimper. I knew I was pulling on it kind of hard, but she’d seemed to like it hard when I’d gotten my hands on her in the tent, and she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and her hips rolled against me.

  I lifted my mouth and jerked her hips toward mine, and we both groaned as she rolled her pussy against my cock. Holy hell. She was so short that I’d have to bend in half to get my mouth on her tits again from this angle, but I made good use of my hands as she continued to rock against me.

  Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing heavily, but I didn’t push for anything more. What she was doing would get me off before long, and I didn’t want to break the spell. I knew that her little asshole cousin had beaten the hell out of her, but I wasn’t sure what else he’d done and I wasn’t going to make the big moves until I knew.

  If she wanted more she’d have to tell me. Give me some type of signal.

  I let out a startled moan when her hand slid down between us and underneath the waistband of my boxers. Her hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

  I was pretty sure that was the signal. That was the signal, right? Oh, fuck, that felt good.

  I pulled her hand away and threw my feet off the edge of the bed. Turning as I stood, I dropped her onto the mattress and shoved my boxers down my thighs.

  “Me too,” she said with a small grin, lifting her hips so I could pull off her underwear.

  Then I just stood there. Like an idiot. Trying to take everything in at once. She was small, but she wasn’t super skinny. None of her muscles were defined, but she had curves for days. Small waist, round hips, fantastic tits. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, but it was dark like her eyebrows and contrasted sharply with the blonde hair on her head.

  “Nice dick,” she finally said, making my gaze shoot up to meet hers. She smiled teasingly and I couldn’t help but laugh in embarrassment. Yeah, I was staring.

  Then I realized my condoms were across the room. Son of a bitch.

  “Don’t move,” I ordered, glancing back down her body.

  “I wasn’t planning on it.”

  I nodded stupidly and practically ran to the front door where I’d dropped my jeans, fishing the condoms out of my front pocket as fast as I could.

  When I got back to the edge of the bed, I found her curled up on her side with one arm under her head and the other covering her tits. She wasn’t exactly hiding her body, but I knew with just one look that my fumbling had cooled things off for her.

  “I’m fuckin’ this up,” I said softly, dropping the condoms on the comforter as I leaned over her. I ran my lips down her shoulder as I crawled onto the bed, and before I was even fully on top of her, she’d turned to face me.

  “You’re not fucking it up,” she rasped, leaning up to kiss me.

  “No?”

  “No way.” She raised her hands and ran them down my sides as her legs fell open, her knees bracketing my hips.

  Her mouth dropped open as I slid down her body, running my open mouth over her chest. I pulled one nipple into my mouth and slid my tongue around it, then moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment.

  I’d heard the guys talking about the taste of women, and I understood it. There was nothing like the taste of pussy. But when my mouth was on other parts of a woman’s body, it was all about the texture for me. The softness of Heather’s skin and the little ridges on her nipples made me insane. I fucking loved feeling the way her tits had a little give to them when I gripped them and the way her hip bones jutted out a little when she was lying on her back.

  I moved my mouth down farther, running my tongue around the bottom curve of her breast before sliding it down the ladder of her ribs. Her stomach was smooth and just barely rounded, and she had a piercing in her belly button that I couldn’t stop myself from pulling on a little with my lips.

  “Tommy,” she sighed as her fingers slid along the side of my face until one of her palms was resting just over my ear. I wanted to bite at her skin, rush so that I could finally feel her wrapped around my dick, but the way she cradled my face in her palm had me slowing down.

  When I finally reached the nirvana between her legs, I groaned against her skin. The textures there were even better. The wiry short hair and the smooth slick skin were such a contrast that it made my head spin. Most of the women I’d been with were waxed completely bare. This was different. In some ways, it was hotter.

  I slid my tongue over all that flesh and shuddered as the hair rasped over my tongue. Then I found her clit, already swollen and sticking out like an arrow pointing me to the promised land.

  When I ran my tongue over it, she shuddered and her thighs tightened around my head. That was clearly what she needed. I moved my tongue the exact same way a second time, then a third, and soon her hips were thrusting against my mouth and she was whimpering and babbling shit I couldn’t really hear with her thighs pressed over my ears.

  I was hitting the right spot ov
er and over, but after a couple minutes when she hadn’t come, I knew she needed more. I loosened the grip I had on her thigh and smoothed my hand over her ass and between her legs. Damn, she was so wet, we were leaving a damp spot on the comforter. I groaned again when I slid my fingers inside her. She was clenched down so hard it was a tight fit. A really tight fit. Turning my hand, I curled my fingers upward and pressed gently. That was all it took to make her come, soaking my hand and the bottom of my face.

  I let up on the pressure against her clit, but I left my fingers inside her as her cunt pulsed around them over and over. Yeah, I was gonna need to feel that against my cock at some point.

  I finally lifted my head when her legs relaxed and fell back against the bed. She was lying there, gasping for breath, but I smiled when I saw that her hand was frantically searching the bed for the condoms I’d dropped.

  “Come here,” she ordered, curling her upper body toward me as I moved up the bed. I swiped my hand over my face right before her lips met mine, but the wetness didn’t seem to bother her and she opened her mouth instantly so my tongue could slip inside.

  “Damn,” I groaned as one of her hands wrapped around my cock.

  “Condom,” she murmured against my mouth as she wrapped her legs around my hips. “Quick.”

  I lifted my head and searched for the packets I’d left on the bed, finally finding one stuck to her sweaty side. It only took me a minute to get it on, but it felt like an hour.

  Then I was sliding inside. Slowly. Because even though she’d just come, she was tight as hell. I pulled back a little and tried again, but I only got a little farther inside. She was so fucking tight it was almost uncomfortable.

  “Heather?” I asked quietly, lifting my head so I would meet her eyes.

  She looked at me in confusion.

  “You’ve done this before, right?” I asked, making her cheeks go red.

  “Of course.” Her words came out sort of shaky as I pressed harder against her.

  “Don’t lie to me,” I warned, pulling out again, then pressing even harder.

  “I have,” she said, nodding her head as her fingernails scratched up my back.

  I didn’t believe her, but less than a second later I was bottoming out and I swear to God, my eyes rolled back in my head.

  I pulled out again, then thrust back in, and slowly but surely her muscles loosened around me until the fit was tight but no longer felt impossible.

  “That’s so much better,” she said on a sigh as her hands slid around to my chest, her palms flattening over my nipples.

  I dropped down to my elbows and she moaned when my pubic bone met hers, giving her a little bit of extra friction against her clit. I wanted to get her off again, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I could already feel my balls tightening as I thrust harder and harder.

  My hands somehow got wound up in her short hair and I gripped it as my entire body started to shudder. I dropped my mouth back down to her neck and bit down as I came.

  “We’re sweaty,” she said as my body relaxed on top of hers. She licked my shoulder. “Salty.”

  As I came back down from my orgasm, my mind finally cleared a bit and my head shot up.

  “Were you a virgin?” I asked, pushing back up on my arms so I could see her face.

  “I told you I wasn’t!”

  “Pussy says otherwise.”

  “I guess I should take that as a compliment, but it sure as fuck doesn’t sound like one,” she growled back, pushing at my shoulders.

  I pulled out and fell to my side as she crossed her arms over her chest. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to look tough or what, but the fact she was naked and spread out over the bed kind of ruined the effect.

  “I could barely get in there,” I mumbled, sitting up to pull the condom off. No blood. Thank God.

  “So?” She hopped off the bed and pulled her shirt over her head.

  “Why are you so goddamn defensive?”

  “Because! I told you I wasn’t and you kept asking. Why the hell would I lie?”

  “ ’Cause you didn’t want me to stop?” I said confidently, getting to my feet so I could throw the condom away.

  She snorted loudly behind me. “Please.”

  “Are we seriously fightin’ right now?” I asked, turning to look at her.

  “We wouldn’t be if you’d stop being a jackass!” Her lips trembled and I felt like a dick.

  “Doesn’t matter if you were a virgin or not,” I said, reaching out to pull her against my chest. “ ’Cause you sure as hell aren’t one now.”

  “I’ve had sex before,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist. “When I was fifteen.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded against my chest. “Yeah. It sucked, so I didn’t do it again.”

  I chuckled. “Usually does when you’re that young.”

  “Not for the guy.”

  “True.” I kissed the top of her head and pulled away. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  I towed her into the bathroom and held her hand as I tossed the condom and turned on the shower. I wasn’t sure how I’d fit inside by myself so I knew there was no way we’d both fit, but I led her inside anyway and left the door open so I could soap her up. I could tell she was a little embarrassed at first, but after a couple minutes she just stood there sleepily, letting me take care of her.

  Twenty minutes later we were both clean and crawling back into her bed, underneath the sheets this time. Her house was pretty warm with no air conditioning, but her hair was still wet so I didn’t open a window. It got pretty cold at night.

  “Did you always want to be a mechanic, or did you just sort of fall into it?” she asked after a few minutes of quiet.

  “Knew I always wanted to be an Ace,” I replied quietly, pulling her tighter against my side. “Workin’ in the garage goes hand in hand with that.”

  “If you could do anything else, what would you do?”

  “Probably build houses. Restore ’em. I like fixin’ shit up. Works out, though, I’m still doin’ that now, just on my own time. Probably wouldn’t like it so much if it was my job.”

  “Makes sense,” she replied, drawing designs on my chest with her fingers. “Mick wanted to build race cars.”

  “I know,” I said, smiling into the dark. My brother had loved anything fast—cars, boats, motorcycles, ATV’s—it didn’t matter what it was. “Probably coulda done it, too. Casper’s always lookin’ at ways to drum up new business.”

  “You think he would have joined the Aces?” she asked, her fingers pausing.

  “Of course.” I glanced down at her, but couldn’t see anything but the top of her head against my shoulder. “Coulda done his own thing if he wanted, but I can’t see him goin’ far from family.”

  “I just—” She shrugged. “It doesn’t seem like he’d fit in there.”

  “He would.” I assured her, looking back at the ceiling. “We grew up with those people. They’re family. Better than family.”

  She nodded but didn’t say anything else.

  “Why’d you tell people your name was Hawk?” I asked, remembering her walking around the clubhouse like she lived there. Mick wasn’t the only one who didn’t seem like he’d fit in there, but had.

  “It’s a cool name!” she said propping herself up on an elbow. “Everybody’s got cool names. Dragon, Grease, Casper, Poet—that name is seriously fucking cool—uh, Hulk, Samson, Moose!”

  “You’re forgettin’ some,” I said, laughing at her excitement.

  “Yeah, well, those are the coolest ones. You don’t have one, though.”

  “Nah, not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “Lotta reasons. Haven’t earned it. Poet’s the one who doles those things out, gotta wait for the old geezer to knight you or some shit.”

  She giggled and dropped back down to the bed.

  “I like him. He’s from Ireland, huh?”

  “Yep. Came over before his daughter
Brenna was born. So did his wife, Amy.”

  “But her accent is different,” she replied, her fingers once again sliding over my skin in indistinctive patterns. “She’s not Brenna’s mom, right?”

  “Nope.”

  “There must be a story there.”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, are you going to tell me?” she asked, pinching my nipple.

  I laughed as I pulled her fingers away from my skin and laced them with mine. “Alright, you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m going to hurt you.”

  I laughed again and squeezed her hand. “Alright, I’ll give you the rundown.”

  “Wait!” She scrambled away from me and rolled off the bed, and I watched her bare ass jiggle as she slid the small window over the kitchen sink open. Then she was jogging back across the room and I got to watch other things jiggle. Damn. “Okay, now I’m ready,” she announced as she curled back up against me.

  “Alright, so Poet and Amy have been married since they were kids. But when they came over from Ireland, some bad shit happened, and they didn’t get back together until like, twenty years ago.”

  “Whoa. And he had a kid with someone else even though they were still married?”

  “She did, too.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, that part’s kinda cloudy though. Poet was livin’ with Brenna’s mom until she died, but I’ve never heard nothin’ about Nix’s dad.”

  “Nix? I didn’t meet him.”

  “Nah, he’s got his own shit. Lives up in Portland with his partner.”

  Heather stilled. “His partner?”

  “Yup.” I let that sink in. I was pretty sure she had a skewed idea in her head on how we felt about gay people. As in, we didn’t give a shit what got people off, and for some reason she thought we did.

  After a full minute of silence she spoke again. “Okay, how is everyone related to freaking everyone else?”

  I laughed, making the entire bed shake. “Uh, okay so…”

  “Out with it,” she ordered.

  “I am! Just trying to figure out how to explain it without confusin’ ya.”

  “I’m pretty smart, I think I can keep up.”