by Marie Skye
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She crossed her arms, which pushed her tits up. That fucking barrier. That barrier, that I was going to destroy if it killed me. I turned the blanket back, and waited for her to get in. She bit her bottom lip first, as she debated with herself. After a few seconds, she finally climbed in. When I was satisfied, she was comfortable, I climbed in beside her.
After a few minutes of silence, she finally spoke. "You were adamant about bringing me here."
It wasn't a question. I stared into the darkness a bit longer before finally turning to face her. She was still facing forward. "And you didn't make a move. Or are we supposed to...I mean, should we be?"
I watched her face with only the light from the moonlight, as she struggled to form words. Before she could finish trying, I cut her off. "Are you always this complicated? Or do you automatically think if a guy is nice to you, he automatically wants to fuck you?"
Her mouth instantly closed. "Because I do. I do want to fuck you, Gwen. But I want to fuck you, because I like you. A lot. But I just don't want to fuck you." I moved closer to her, where I was now on top of her. "I want to savor you, because that's what someone like you deserves. You're worth far more than just a fuck, and I'm willing to bet, not one prick that you've ever been with has ever shown you that."
She slowly shook her head, and I smiled. I pressed into her, and she groaned. "You're wet for me, aren't you?"
Her panting had become heavy. "Why don't you find out?"
My brow raised. Fucking saucy.
I nipped her bottom lip and she gasped. "Not tonight, beautiful. I said when your mind is one hundred percent clear." I rolled off her, and she protested. I laid her head on my chest, and she didn't fight me.
“What did you mean when you said I wasn’t theirs?”
"Right now, we sleep, then we'll talk more about what I expect from you later."
She yawned again, and finally her breathing slowed.
Twelve
Gwen
Coffee. The blissful smell of coffee surrounded me. I opened my eyes, and jumped up. This wasn't my room. I looked around the room. This wasn't my room, at all. Where the hell was I? I looked down at my clothes. I was dressed in a shirt, and still wearing panties. Oh, my God. I've been kidnapped! Just then the door creaked open, and my head spun toward the door, and in walked Hawkins.
He cocked his brow at me as I clutched the blanket around me. "You okay?"
I shook my head, and started laughing. "It's just you. I thought I was kidnapped."
He stared at me, with those intense eyes again, before quietly mumbling: "Definitely not in the right frame of mind."
"What?"
"I said you have a very vivid imagination. Here's some coffee." He handed me a cup.
I graciously took it. He moved a strand of hair behind my ear, and started looking me over. "How are you feeling? I have some pain reliever if you need it."
I shook my head. "Surprisingly well. I was expecting a headache, but I don't have one."
"That's good." He took the cup from me, and took a sip, before placing it on the nightstand. "It's time we talked about us."
"So, there's an us?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Oh, there's an us, and if you say there's not, I have no problem tying you to that bed, until you get on board with it."
I should've been worried. Scared even. Yet for some reason, what he just said did nothing but turn me on. I'm almost positive I wanted him, more than he wanted me.
Maybe I should disagree with him, just so he would tie me up. No. That's a horrible idea.
Do it.
Before I could open my mouth, he beat me to it.
"Don't you fucking dare, I know what you're up to."
Dammit! How did he know that? "I'm trained to read people, and with the way your cheeks flushed at the thought of me tying you up, it didn't take a genius to figure out what you wanted just now, Gwen."
Oh.
He smirked, as he laced his fingers with mine. "I care about you, and I think about you constantly. I loved having you in my bed last night."
I took a deep breath. "I don't exactly have the best track record for relationships."
"No, but you have an amazing track record for assholes, and all of that stops right now, you're mine."
I smiled. "I like the sound of that, being yours."
He pulled me to him. "Good, get used to it, you'll be hearing it a lot. We'll take it slow, okay? But first things first."
Before I could question him, he leaned forward, taking my breath away. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He groaned as I pulled him on top of me. He suddenly growled. "I said we're taking it slow." He bit the column of my neck, and I moaned.
Just because he said it, didn't mean he meant it. I reached for the fly of his jeans, and just as swiftly, he took both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. His gaze penetrated mine. "What did I say?" He said through gritted teeth.
I swallowed hard. "Rules are meant to be broken," I panted out. He shut his eyes tightly.
"You're a bit testy, aren't you?" He said it more to himself than me. He reached for the hem of my shirt and slowly inched it up. I froze.
"What are you doing?"
He held a hint of a smile. "Seeing what's mine."
I started to squirm.
"Relax."
I squirmed harder. "Get off."
"Gwen, you're fine." He inched the shirt higher.
"Get off! Hawkins, get off! Get off! Get off!"
He suddenly got up, and I moved off the bed, pulling the shirt down as far as it would go. I knew he was staring at me, but I couldn’t look at him. I felt myself tearing up as I struggled to push it down.
“Leave the shirt on, no one wants to see that, and I sure as hell don’t want to see that. I’ll enjoy fucking you with a shirt on, jiggles. It’s better that way.” Blake gave me a chaste kiss before he turned me around. It didn’t matter anyway. It never mattered, because this wouldn’t last long anyway. Best three minutes of his life.
“Gwen!”
My eyes opened, at Hawkins staring at me, a look of concern on his face. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the embarrassment. I looked around the room. I had no idea where the clothes were I came here with. “I should go.”
“I have another idea, you telling me what the hell that was about?”
I wrapped my arms around myself. I didn’t want to talk about this. This could’ve been a good one, too. But I was too fucked up for this.
I shrugged. “It was nothing.” I moved to walk past him, and he sidestepped me, blocking my path.
“Try again.”
I started to get angry. “We barely know each other, so I’m sure as hell not telling you something I feel, I shouldn’t have to!”
I went to move again, and before I could even blink, he twisted me around, and manhandled me onto the floor. Moving was futile, since all his weight was on me. His nose inches from mine. “I’m not doing this shit with you, Gwen! When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. We’re not going back and forth playing games.” He lifted up slightly, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and in one swift move, ripped it to shreds. Before, I could gasp, or even momentarily freak out, he covered my mouth.
“This is why you’re freaking out, isn’t it? Because you’re exposed?”
My eyes started to fill with tears as I stared at him. His eyes went from venom, and quickly softened. He uncovered my mouth. “Am I, right?”
I slowly nodded.
He sighed. “What did I tell you about that, beautiful?” His hands started gently roaming down my body, and I tensed. No one’s ever touched me. Blake had never touched me. Not like this. “What did I tell you last night?” I sniffed as he wiped away a tear. “I said that I was going to devour you, didn’t I? Your body is fucking perfect, Gwen; you need to see that. I’ll make you see that.”
I rubbed my eyes. “He always made me cover up,” I whispered.
“Well he’s
I nodded, as he slowly lifted me to him. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re my perfect.”
Thirteen
Gwen
After our moment, together, Hawkins essentially disappeared. It’s been a week, and so far, not a single word from him. He claimed he had imperative work stuff. Still, it’s been a week and not so much as a text. Well, another one bites the dust I suppose. This whole thing left me confused. I thought we had a connection, but I guess all that bullshit he fed me wasn’t real at all.
I picked out a dress for some event Isabella was dragging us all to.
Isabella: Pack an overnight bag! Open bar…’nuff said
I smiled. Might as well get my drink on.
“What kind of party is this?”
“It’s not a party, stop saying party. It’s a gala.”
I rolled my eyes at the fact that by using gala, was supposed to make it sound more fancy. It’s a party. Emmalin’s best friend, Isabella, had invited us to the grand opening of a Hotel she had the pleasure of throwing in her decorating talent.
“Fine, gala. Whatever.”
She smiled seemingly pleased with herself. “Lots of cute guys will be there too, Gwen.”
I exhaled sharply. That was not going to happen. It’s been a week, and I hadn’t heard a single word from Hawkins. I tried not to let it bother me, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but be worried. Was he okay? Would he come back home? Did he miss me as much as I missed him?
Fuck it. I needed my fun, too.
* * *
“How many drinks have you had?”
I stared down into my glass, before glancing up at Isabella, and shrugged. “Open bar. I’m taking advantage.”
Chace came over and wrapped his arms around Isabella. She seemed to just melt into him. It took them forever to finally be with each other. Chace handed me a card, and I looked at it confused.
“Don’t lose that, it’s your hotel key.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t rent a room.”
“Well, if you think you’re leaving here tonight, with as much alcohol as you’ve had, you are very wrong, lovely.”
I placed the card in my clutch that was on the table. I guess the one good thing about this gala, was it also had hotel suites, and I didn’t have to go far.
“Seriously, Gwen, how are you not seeing this?”
“See what?”
“That guy over there has been staring at you forever. Go dance with him.”
I peered around Isabella, and sure enough there was a guy not too far, and when my gaze met his, he smiled. Or maybe he frowned, I had had a lot to drink. No, no, definitely smiling.
“Go talk to him, at least dance.”
Before I could stop myself, I was on my feet, a little wobbly, as I walked over to the man eyeing me from the corner. Then, I realized how creepy that may have sounded in my head.
* * *
An hour later, I was really starting to get to know Scott. Or was it Shawn? It didn’t matter, because the music got louder, my hair was down, and we were having fun.
“I’ll be right back! I’m heading to the restroom.”
I nodded, because I needed a break. Isabella and Chace were long gone, and Emmalin and Grayson didn’t stay long. I picked at the vegetable tray at my table, as I waited for Scott or Shawn to come back. I really should find out his name.
After what felt like forever, I happen to see Scott or Shawn walking toward the door. I went over to him, and then noticed his hair was disheveled, and his dress shirt was messed up.
“What happened, where are you going?”
“I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”
I stared at him confused. The alcohol was clouding my judgement. “What do you mean?”
He waved toward the back of the room. I turned my head, and all the air left my body.
Hawkins was standing on the far side of the room, in a black suit, his gaze focused solely on me. He looked deadly, demanding, but even more, he looked pissed.
Now was the time to leave. Now was the time to head up to my room, and go to bed. Hawkins started walking toward me, and I was his only target. He was the hunter, and I was about to be his prey.
He finally reached me, standing so close we were touching. I wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around him, but I refrained.
With his gaze never leaving mine, he finally spoke. “You look beautiful.”
I felt myself shuddering. “You’re back,” was all I could whisper.
He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I live here.”
This was too much. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his touch seared into my skin. But, I also wanted to scream at him. I took a half step back. “What did you say to Scott?”
His brow crinkled, and then realizing who I was talking about, he slowly smiled. “I made sure he was sorted.”
“That wasn’t your right.”
“You’re my right.”
I turned and left, surprisingly not staggering to the elevator. I stared at my key, punching in the floor my room was on, and sagged against the wall and closed my eyes, until I reached my floor. All the while I kept thinking about Hawkins.
Bastard. Why was he here? No, better yet, how dare him? How dare he show up here, looking like that in that damn suit? That suit that captivated his muscles, as he moved with perfection. I finally got to my room and it only took me three attempts before I realized my key was upside down.
I shut the door behind me, dropping my shoes carelessly as I made my way to the bed and all but dived in. My eyes started to close when there was a knock at the door. I sighed. I knew there was only one person that could be. I threw the pillow over my head, and the knock came again. I lay there hoping that if I acted really quiet, he would go away.
The knock came again, and I finally got up. I didn’t even bother opening the door, and just shouted out to it. “Go away!”
I turned to make my way back to the bed when I heard the lock click, followed by the door opening. Son of a bitch, you have got to be kidding me.
I turned around faster than I thought, and the room started spinning. Hawkins was immediately by my side to steady me. His hands rubbed up and down my body, and for a split second, I forgot that he shouldn’t be here.
I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Let me guess, you somehow convinced the front desk to give you a key?”
He shrugged. “Maybe, but we both know I don’t need a key to get to you.”
I looked around the room. This was a suite, sure, but all of a sudden it felt too damn small with him brooding over me. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that would bring everything back in focus. “I’m going to go take a shower, and when I come back out, I expect you to be gone.”
I shouldered past him, into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door, which was pointless since he most likely knew how to pick that lock, too. I stripped down, stepping into the shower, not even bothering to wait until it warmed up. The cold instantly woke me, doing its job of sobering me up. I stood under the water conflicted. At least I knew he was okay.
I finally came out fifteen minutes later, which was more than enough time for him to be gone. I tentatively stepped out of the bathroom, peeking around the corner. Apparently, he didn’t follow directions very well, because he was now sitting in the chair in the corner, his eyes darkening the moment I came into view. His gaze raked slowly over my towel-covered body.
Dammit. The overnight bag that was brought up for me was by his feet.
I tried looking anywhere but him, and cleared my throat. “I see you didn’t listen, or you simply don’t care. Which you already proved that,” I mumbled.
“What!”
I jumped as his voice boomed. He slowly rose, stalking toward me, and I stood there as I tightened the towel around me. He backed me up until my back hit the wall.
“You think I don’t care?” His voice was low and calm, but held a trace of threat. “You are all I think about. You’re all I thought about the entire time I was gone.” His arms caged me in. “You asked why I was here? I’m here for you, Gwen.” His hand trailed slowly down my body.
“You left. For an entire week.”
He shut his eyes briefly. “I know, and I’m sorry about that. But, I couldn’t tell you, it was a covert operation. I had to leave with no notice.”
I took a deep breath. “Are you okay?”
He raised both of my arms above my head, and my towel dropped, leaving me completely exposed. His eyes traveled slowly over every inch of me.
“I’m okay now,” he said in a low voice. His fingers lightly gazed over my nipples, instantly making them hard. He leaned down and swirled his tongue around my nipple, and I moaned. His eyes raised to mine. “Who do you belong to?”
Still keeping my arms pinned above me, he guided one hand down, and I jumped the moment his fingers touched my clit. I sighed as he kept his eyes on me. One finger dipped into my entrance, while he continued his lazy stroking of his thumb on my clit.
He started to ease up, and I felt my hips trying to reach for more. “I said. Who. Do. You Belong. To?”
“You,” I panted out. “I belong to you.”
He bit down on my nipple, and I yelped. He smiled at me wickedly. “Your pussy just flooded my hand.” He bit down harder on my other nipple, and again I yelped. “Very fucking wet. Looks like my Dove likes a little pain.”
I was shameless as I grinded myself against his hand. I needed just a little more pressure. His lips lightly touched mine. “Open your eyes,” he whispered against me.
My eyes fluttered open, and his gaze was penetrating through me. He applied more pressure against me and I gasped. He took that opportunity to seal his lips against mine, kissing me hard and deep.
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