In Hawke's Eyes
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Hawke’s gaze went from her to the woman and back again. He stepped forward and placed a hand at her elbow. “I’ll have to catch lunch with you another time, Z. I’m going to spend some time with my mate.”
Both the woman and Stephanie gasped, and a burst of happiness rocketed through Stephanie’s body. She let Hawke lead her to the elevators, and they took one to the fourth floor. At the end of the hall, a door with frosted glass had his name and title etched onto it. Stephanie grinned and ran her finger over the name. “Like a gumshoe.”
He frowned. “I am real.”
She touched his chest, loving the hard muscle beneath her fingers. “Yes, you are.”
They walked into the office, Stephanie preceding him. She hugged herself, a bit nervous. While he had said mate, she didn’t want to assume. Hawke’s office looked much like Toron’s with books cluttering every available space. A Mac computer sat front and center on his desk, and a stack of paper to the right of it had not one sheet askew. Neat. There was so much she wanted to learn about him. They might love each other, but loving and knowing were two different things.
“Hawke?” she called, facing his desk rather than him.
“Hm?”
She started realizing he stood close behind her, and when she glanced at him over her shoulder, she caught an expression of longing before it disappeared. Something in it triggered a memory of what Doctor Perry said to her. Mated shifters felt the pain of their partner with greater intensity. Did that mean the pain of being separated from Hawke all this time hit him harder? Did he stand so close because he needed to touch her?
“Who was that woman?”
“She’s no one.”
“Hawke.”
He pushed his hands into his pockets. “She’s actually my financial advisor.”
That gave her pause. “Are you two seeing each other?”
“No.”
“Does she want to?”
He hesitated. “Yes.”
“Do you?”
Hawke pulled a hand from his pocket and reached out to snatch her close to him. She tumbled against his chest, her breath catching. When she peered up at him, the other woman slipped from the forefront of her thoughts. “You are what I want. Tell me you were in my building looking for me, and it wasn’t some cruel coincidence. Tell me I have the right to call you mine.”
Stephanie clutched at his shirtfront. Her panties instantly soaked through in the heat of her desire. She licked her lips and saw Hawke’s gaze follow. Even that set her off, and she swallowed in convulsive movements. “Y-yes, you have the right. I’m yours. I shouldn’t have left, and I can’t stay away. Hawke, I love you so much, and I hope it’s not too late. Do you still love me?”
“Foolish, stubborn woman, it’s not possible for me to ever stop.”
She blushed, and they kissed, Stephanie letting the world slip away. When Hawke raised his head, it was much too soon. The crease between his brows told her there was more he needed to say. She reached up and smoothed out the area.
“What is it?”
He grimaced and glanced away, then back at her. “I hope your dealings with your ex in-laws hasn’t soured you to people with money—I mean other than Meechi of course.”
She frowned in confusion. “No, why?”
“I’m sort of rich,” he confessed.
Stephanie laughed. “Sort of?”
“I’m pretty much set for several lifetimes. I made a series of wise investments and well, I do private investigations because I enjoy it, not because I have to.”
She pretended to consider what he told her, touching a finger to her lips. The expression of worry on Hawke’s face intensified, and he opened his mouth to say something else, but she covered it laughing. “I’ll take the good with the bad if I must.”
Hawke pulled her closer and gave her ass a smack. She broke into peals of laughter, but when he left his hand on her rear and gave it a squeeze, all humor dissipated. Stephanie had worn a wraparound dress that morning, which gave Hawke free rein of her legs and beyond. He swiped the material aside and cupped her pussy.
She dipped her head and moaned. “Hawke, we can’t do that here.”
“Says who?” His voice had dropped down low, and the deep timbre heated her blood to boiling. Even while she protested, he snatched her panties down. She squeaked when they dropped to the floor, and he explored between her legs. Hawke grunted. His gaze locked with hers, narrowed and intense. “What is this?”
“Nothing.” Her cry when he stuck a finger in her wetness said otherwise. “Hawke, you really shouldn’t. I don’t know how to keep quiet.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
When he twirled her and pushed her forward to lean over the desk, she knew what he planned to do. She bit her lip and looked back at him, watching as he unbuttoned his pants. Anticipation made her wiggle her hips, so that before he could get his boxers lowered, her ass rubbed his hard-on. Hawke seized her at the waist and forced her to be still.
“I’m not walking out of here with stained pants,” he growled.
She affected a pout. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Hawke hiked her dress up over her butt and gave her ass a swat. She squealed at the sting. He spanked her again and stroked the tingle away. Shocked at how much she liked it, Stephanie put a knee up on the desk and arched her back.
“Again, Daddy,” she pleaded.
Red tinged Hawke’s cheeks, but she saw the excitement in his eyes, and the way they changed color and depth somewhat. If she’d been able to view him clearly before now, there was no way she wouldn’t know he was anything but human. He bent slightly to the left, and she knew he watched her pussy juices dripping from her core. She gave a small wiggle, and his flat palm came down again. She whined and moaned, loving her punishment. A couple more times, she called him daddy, and when he ripped his boxers down his legs to reveal his thick erection, she knew she had pushed him to the limit.
Hawke dipped a thumb inside her dripping sex and worked it around in a circle. When his digit was good and wet he pulled out and slid it higher. Stephanie puffed out a breath of air at the penetration into her rear entrance. She cried out and swung her arms across the surface of the desk. Papers flew into the air and fell on the floor. Hawke didn’t let up. He pushed his thumb into her anus as far as it would go and then began working it in and out. The feeling of fullness overwhelmed her with such a small tool as his thumb, but her lover wasn’t done. He pressed his cock head to her pussy, and she went up onto her toes.
“You want this, baby?” he murmured, his voice gruff with his need.
“Yes, oh yes, stick it in. I want it all,” she pleaded.
This time, Hawke didn’t tease her. He stuffed his cock into her opening, and she screamed his name. He allowed her insides to stretch around his girth and her muscles to relax, but then he pounded his shaft home. Filled to capacity, she hung onto the edge of the desk and took every inch. She did her best to push back on him, but Hawke’s roughness left little for her to do other than feel.
Her shifter pounded deep inside of her pussy, drew out and thrust in again. Between drives, he smacked her ass and then pulled his thumb free to hold her hips in place. For long, powerful minutes he penetrated her, taking her sanity. She whimpered, her legs gone weak. When her orgasm shattered the ability to even shout, she panted, allowing the vibrations to come in surge upon surge.
Without warning, Hawke went still and laid flat on top of her. His weight pinned her to the desk surface, and a pulse started in her channel. She welcomed his blistering seed as it guided them both to completion.
After a bit, Hawke pulled out and carried her around his desk and sat with her on his lap. Stephanie sighed against his chest. “I’m sorry about the papers.”
“Don’t worry about them.”
“I think security is on the way to arrest us.”
He chuckled. “Shall we give them something to see when they get here?”
She jerk
ed upright. “Of course not. When did you get so freaky, Hawke?”
He winked and lifted her up and turned her to face him, one leg on either side of his hips. She was shocked to find him rock solid as his cock slid into her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers bit into her legs while he raised and lowered her on his shaft. Stephanie arched into his chest and threw her head back. Her lover yanked the last tie on her dress loose, exposing her bra. When she heard the material rip and the cool air touch her bared nipples, she didn’t complain.
Hawke bent and took one pebbled peak into his mouth. He sucked so hard, she cried out in ecstasy. He moved to the other and laved his tongue over the swell of each breast before kissing along the valley between the two. All the time, he kept driving his dick into her pussy, lifting her up and bringing her down with such controlled force.
The friction against her clit set her teeth on edge. She rotated her hips, trying to ride him as fiercely as he pumped into her. When another orgasm began to build, she clutched his shoulders, biting off a scream. The climax tore through her core with vibrations that traveled down to her toes. She shook in its hold, never wanting it to end. When the sensations eased at last, she bounced a few more times on Hawke’s cock until he stilled her. “There’s no way to finish this here, baby. I need time and space to put you in every position imaginable.”
“I want you to come again,” she told him.
“I will,” he promised and set her on her feet. “The second one isn’t so quick. Come on. I need to take you home, and we have to get Meechi soon, don’t we?”
She thought he radiated happiness. Only now did she realize Hawke had seemed lonely when she met him. She could almost cry because of what she’d done to him, leaving him like he wasn’t good enough. Well, she would make it up to him tenfold.
When she had fixed her dress, she turned around to find him adjusting himself in his pants. His cock was still hard. She needed to take care of that and soon.
Stephanie realized what he’d said about Meechi and shook her head. “Only you would think of her like a father would. Hawke, I love you so much, and I want to have more kids with you. I-is that possible? I mean with me being a human?”
He drew her close, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you too, baby, and not only is it possible, we’re going to work on it until the last minute before we have to go to the school and then again every day until we are successful.”
Feeling overwhelmed but thrilled at the promise of an amazing new life, she left the office with the man of her dreams, determined never to let him go again.
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at www.tressielockwood.com.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author