HAWK: The Caged Kings MC

by Kathryn Thomas

  Melissa finds her voice on the third try. “She asked if I knew that I wanted to be with you, if I knew if I loved you.”

  Hawk’s eyes burn with intensity. “’Mel.” His voice is husky, and she feels it right down to her bones. “So, do you know?”

  Melissa finds herself nodding without even realizing it.

  “I need a little more than that, ‘Mel. You haven’t exactly been your talkative self, tonight.” Hawk huffs a laugh, but it’s more nervous tension.

  “I love you, Hawk.” Melissa says the words, words that she has been holding herself back from speaking because she thought that it was too much too soon. Now, all she cares about is how she feels and what she wants—and she wants Hawk. She reaches up and kisses his lips, softly, pulling his head down to meet hers.

  She teases her tongue between his lips and tastes him, eliciting a deep moan from inside of him. She rocks back onto her heels, feeling buzzed from their kiss. She looks down at Hawk’s hands and sees that they’re still clenching and unclenching. He hasn’t made any move to take her in his arms, to touch her face, or to slide his fingers in her hair like he normally would.

  “You said you wouldn’t touch me until I begged you to.” Melissa’s heart feels like it’s hammering out of her chest.

  Hawk nods slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “That’s what I said.”

  Melissa looks up at him, her eyes heavy with desire. “So, now I’m begging you.” She reaches up and kisses him hard, smiling as his tongue tangles with hers. She feels his arms take hold of her waist and pull her closer to him, melding their bodies together and turning them into one hot, beating heart.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

  How Melissa manages to get her key into the door, she’s not certain. Her hands are shaking with anticipation. She is so desperate for Hawk’s touch that she feels like she might explode. As soon as the door is closed behind them, he is on her, kissing her deeply, imprinting his mouth on hers, and making her squirm in her already-wet panties.

  His hands cover her breasts, kneading them gently through the thin material of her dress. She moans into his mouth, and her hands behind his head pull him even tighter towards her. They explore each other’s mouths with their tongues, intertwining them, tasting each other as if it were the first time. Melissa runs her fingers along the waistband of his jeans, pushing up the hem of his shirt to feel the hard ridges of muscles underneath.

  They kiss and fondle and stumble their way down the hallway to her bedroom. Melissa spares a quick thought of thanks that Ali was out with some of their college buddies tonight. Hawk kicks the door behind them closed and takes a step away from her, drinking in the sight of her.

  “You’re so beautiful. I haven’t been able to think about anything else all night, except what it feels like to be inside you.” He crosses the space between them, kissing her hard. Melissa melts against him, her pussy warm and aching with need.

  He swipes the hair from her neck, exposing the soft smooth flesh that he loves to touch and that he knows sends her wild. He takes his time, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear, then the base of her neck, her collarbone, and the hollow of her throat. She wriggles against him, her nipples hardening against his chest as shivers run up and down her body like the most delicious tremors.

  His hands dip down to her thighs, stroking her legs in slow circular motions and lifting her dress as he pushes up towards the heat between her legs. Melissa’s breath comes out in short pants, making her feel like she’s not getting enough oxygen into her lungs—as if desire is making everything else secondary. She lifts her arms up for Hawk to pull her dress off in one smooth motion, leaving her standing in front of him in her underwear.

  Hawk gazes at her, as if he would consume her all at once. That’s exactly what she wants him to do, what she needs him to do. He smiles wickedly, as if he knows exactly what’s going through her mind. In that moment, Melissa can tell that he’s going to make her work for it.

  “Hawk.” His name is a plea on her lips, a need that has to be satisfied.

  He strokes his fingers from the hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, and over her flat belly, stopping just short of where she needs him—at the top of her panties. His fingers linger there, clearly enjoying the way she leans into him, needing more from him. But he’s going to make her wait. His fingers follow the path that he’s been drawing down her body back the way that they have come.

  “Hawk.” She shifts in front of him, wriggling in her wet panties, trying to get some kind of relief from the ache between her legs that’s becoming almost painful.

  “I told you I was going to make you beg.” His voice is low, barely a whisper in her ear, and she shivers in spite of herself.

  “Hawk, please. I need you.” Her fingers start pushing his t-shirt up, needing him to shed some of the clothes keeping their bodies from the skin to skin contact that she so desperately needs. He allows her to lift the shirt off, exposing his beautiful, hard body. She runs her hands up and down his chest and his abs, licking her lips in anticipation of how it will feel to have to have his muscular body against hers. Oh Lord, she wants him so badly.

  “What do you need me to do, Melissa?” His voice is like velvet.

  “Touch me, please. I need you.” She feels like she’s going insane with desire.

  “How much do you need me? Tell me.” His voice is tight, telling her that he’s not finding it as easy as he’s making out to touch her.

  “I feel like I’m going to go crazy if you don’t touch me. Please, Hawk.” She bites her bottom lip, overcome with lust.

  Hawk smiles wolfishly at her. “Well, that’s a start.” His arms snake around her, pulling her closer towards him as he invades her mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up longing that he’d been feeling. He sends hot kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire behind them. She’s glad for his arm around her, keeping her upright as he consumes her. Hawk suckles her breast as she arches up, pushing against him, wanting to feel even more. She’s a writhing ball of need, and it won’t take much to tip her over the edge that’s beckoning towards her. As if he can read her needs like a book, Hawk allows his teeth to graze her nipple, making the buds even harder. The tension that has been building inside of her bursts, and she comes hard, throwing her head back and crying out.

  Her legs feel like they’re made of jelly, and Hawk’s hold tightens around her, guiding her towards the bed and laying her down. He looks down at her with something close to reverence.

  “I love watching you come. You’re so beautiful, ‘Mel.” He retraces the steps that he’d taken before over her breastbone, her belly, to the top of her panties, and he stops again.

  “Hawk, please. Touch me, please.” She lifts her hips, moaning lightly. Her first orgasm hasn’t even taken the edge off of her need. It’s as if she has a bottomless well of lust for this man. No matter how much she has of him, she always wants more.

  Hawk doesn’t make her ask again, not this time. He trails his fingers lazily over her soft mound, towards the heat of her core. He dips his hands inside her panties, pulling them aside, wanting to feel her slickness as desperately as she needs him to.

  “Baby, you’re so wet.” His voice is appreciative and more than a little strained. Melissa knows that feeling her so excited and ready for him has made it hard for him to keep himself under control.

  He strokes her folds, teasing her, making her moan against his hand. He stokes the fire inside of her, his thumb working her clit and making her feel as if she were going to explode with pleasure. His free hand closes over her breast, twisting her nipple lightly as he enters her with one digit and then two. His thumb draws circles around her clit, setting off all her nerve endings. She feels the heat building inside of her, making her feel as if she were burning up from the inside out. He tweaks her nipple again, a little harder this time, and the combination of pleasure and pain combined with the feel of his expert fingers inside of her makes her sit bolt upright, as she clim
axes around him.

  “That’s my girl.” Hawk’s eyes are hooded with lust, as he looks down at her.

  As consciousness slowly starts to seep back into her brain, Melissa realizes that Hawk is wearing way too many clothes. She reaches out to unbutton his jeans, but her fingers don’t seem to remember how to perform even the most basic of tasks. Hawk smiles at her, more than a little proud that he’s done this to her. He shucks his jeans off, and Melissa smiles darkly as she sees that he’s going commando. She vows to try it, knowing how crazy it will make him.

  She reaches out to stroke his length. He’s hard as rock, and there’s something about knowing that she’s the one who’s done this to him that turns Melissa on even more. She opens her legs to him, but he waits, his tip poised at her entrance. She wriggles underneath him.

  “Tell me that you want it.” His voice is strained, telling her that he’s finding it hard to control himself.

  “I want you. Please.” She breathes hard in anticipation, wanting him inside of her.

  “What do you want? Tell me, Melissa.” His dark eyes are intense, as he looks down at her.

  She licks her lips slowly, enjoying the way his breath quickens as he watches her. She locks her blue eyes with his brown ones that have turned even darker with want. “I want you to make love to me.” She watches as his expression changes from the tension that he’s been holding onto to something close to awe.

  She raises her hips to him and, without hesitation, Hawk plunges into her with one stroke. He fills her completely, stretching her and opening her most intimate parts up to him. She sighs, as her body expands to fit around him, only then does he start moving inside of her. He starts slow, but Melissa lifts her knees, pulling him even deeper inside of him, needing him in the deepest recesses of her body.

  “Melissa.” Hawk’s voice is a warning, telling her that he’s finding it hard to keep control of how much he wants her, how close he is to his release.

  Melissa smiles up at him, enjoying the view as he plunges into her, even deeper this time. He keeps his eyes locked on her, and Melissa watches his expression change as she clenches her muscles, tightening around his cock. He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Melissa, emboldened by her success, does it again.

  Hawk drops his head, giving himself over to the sensation, pumping into her, picking up the pace. Melissa moves with him, matching his rhythm, lifting her hips up to meet his with each thrust. They’re both breathing heavily, perspiration coating their bodies as they move towards their sweet release.

  “Hawk, I’m close.” Melissa’s words are no more than a whisper; she doesn’t have the strength for anything else.

  Hawk thrusts into her, harder this time, as she wraps her legs around him, taking all of him inside of her. He moves faster, making her moan and sending her towards the precipice. It only takes one more thrust to send her sailing over the edge. She arches against him, her cry of pleasure mingling with his growl, as he spurts inside of her, sealing their union.

  CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

  Melissa wakes up a few hours later, nestled against Hawk’s chest, his hand cupping her bottom, holding her protectively against him. Melissa has always taken pride in being able to take care of herself. She was the girl who had won every karate competition that she entered. She was independent, strong, and confident, characteristics that she’d honed for years. She had refused to let anyone treat her the way her father had treated her mother. She wouldn’t allow it. So, she’d always be stronger. She’d never need a man, not to make her whole. But everything had changed the night that she’d met Hawk. She’d changed. She could no longer imagine her life without him in it. It wasn’t that she couldn’t live without him; it was just that she didn’t want to have to.

  “You’re overthinking again.” Hawk’s sleepy voice interrupts her thoughts, and she chuckles lightly, liking how well he knows her. “I can think of a solution to that.”

  She smiles knowingly, looking up at him as she feels him harden against her thigh. “Oh, what’s that?”

  “Let me show you.” He takes her by the waist and has her sit on top of him, straddling him. She hovers just above his quivering shaft, making him wait. He raises an eyebrow at her.

  “Payback’s a bitch.” She shrugs impishly at him and then squeals as he flips her over, settling her underneath him. “No fair!” She looks up at him, only complaining half-heartedly.

  “I never said that I played fair.” Hawk smiles down at her, entering her in one fell swoop, sending her body into spasms of pleasure.

  Fair is overrated anyway, she thinks.

  ***

  “He said, what?” Hawk’s expression turns dark, as Melissa recounts her conversation with Wes from the day before.

  Melissa shakes her head at him in the mirror as she gets ready. “I was playing a role; he thought he was going to get lucky. After everything that Josh told me, I was trying to keep him away from the bar!”

  Hawk paces around behind her, moodily. “I still don’t like it.”

  “You don’t have to like it, babe. You just have to understand that it’s necessary.” Melissa applies a flick of mascara to her long lashes and gives herself a last look in the mirror before she stands and turns around. “What do you think?”

  Hawk looks her over, crossing the distance between them to settle possessive hands on her. “You look too good for me to let you leave the room.” He leans down, trailing kisses along her neck and making her shiver.

  Melissa relaxes into his touch for a few seconds, before she rights herself again. “Good answer. But I have a date.”

  Hawk gives her a warning look. “Not funny, Melissa.”

  She smiles coquettishly. “You’re going to be there the whole time; we’ve agreed that. You’ll be able to see what’s going on throughout.” She places a calming hand on his arm. “Just promise me one thing.” Hawk raises his eyebrow, throwing a question at her. “Promise me that you won’t jump on him at the slightest thing? If he gets a little close, then I can handle myself.”

  Hawk smiles wickedly. “Oh, I know you can handle yourself, ‘Mel. Did I ever tell you how hot it was when you took that guy down, by the way?” He pulls her in closer to him again, his voice husky.

  “You did, but I don’t mind hearing it again.” She smiles as she pulls his head down to meet hers and plants a firm kiss on his beautiful mouth. “So was that your way of making me forget that I’d asked you to make a promise?”

  Hawk raises an eyebrow at her. “No, it’s my way of saying that if he touches you, then all bets are off. I’ll rip his fucking head off.” Those words from any other man would sound like pointless posturing, but from Hawk there’s no doubt in Melissa’s mind that he means exactly what he says.

  “Duly noted.” Melissa nods seriously, her eyes wide. “Now, we better get going. Felicia said things are quiet at the bar so far?”

  Hawk nods. He’s been receiving updates from Josh and Felicia all day. They’ve both been keeping tabs on Wes until she and Hawk could take over.

  “Well then, let’s get this show on the road.” Melissa smiles bravely, hoping that Hawk can’t see the nerves that she’s trying to hide. She knows how big this is. If Wes witnesses the drug deal, then they’ll have to make an impossible choice—between the well-being of the club and all its members and Wes’s well-being.

  “Hey, it’s going to be alright.” Hawk holds her chin, his dark gaze locked on her blue eyes. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it, together.” And Melissa smiles up at him, because she knows that it’s true.

  CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

  “Took you long enough!” Wes says when Melissa finds him in a booth at the bar.

  She bites back the sarcastic response. Play nice, Potter. “Sorry, I got held up.”

  Wes makes a noncommittal sound in his throat before he seems to take her in. His expression changes, and his eyes get that lascivious look that makes her skin crawl. “You
look pretty, Melissa. Is that for me?” His pupils look like pins, and he’s edgy, looking around the whole time.

  She smiles at him, hoping that her face won’t crack. “Who else?” She takes a sip of her beer, trying to wash the bad taste out of her mouth. “So what’s been going on?”

  Wes goes back to scanning the room. “Nothing so far, but there are a couple of new faces in here, so I think my information’s good. It’s going to happen tonight; I can feel it.”

  Melissa follows his gaze and realizes that he’s right. The place is usually full of regulars, but there are a few guys whom she doesn’t recognize. She keeps praying that Wes is wrong, but she hates to think that he might be right. She makes a point not to look at the corner where Hawk is playing pool and watching over her at the same time. Josh is positioned by the door, and Felicia is roving around the tables, delivering drinks and keeping her eyes open for anything suspicious. At the slightest hint that the deal is going to go down, they’re all ready to spring into action.