Hawk (Fallen Gliders MC Book 2)

by Lynn Burke

  Safe for another day.

  Hardly rested, but ready to face the day, I fought to keep still since the dead weight of Hawk’s arm lay over my waist. Like a furnace, his body let off amazing, luxurious heat that soaked through my skin.

  Unable to help myself, I stretched, thinking about the day ahead.

  Hawk’s cock stirred to life, and he tugged me back against his chest. “Morning.” His low voice rumbled in my hair, tingling between my thighs.

  “Good morning,” I corrected him, still smiling.

  “No such thing until I have a few cups of coffee in me.”

  I pulled away and tugged on my jeans, his declaration giving me a mission.

  “Where you going?” he grumbled, blinking as I hurried to dress.

  “To get you some coffee.”

  “Are you always this smiley in the morning?”

  I laughed. “No, but I woke up beside the hottest man on the planet, and I want him just as awake and full of life as I am.”

  He cursed and pulled my pillow over his head.

  Still snickering, I grabbed his keycard from the table beside the door and let myself out of the room. Gathering my messy hair into a ponytail, I hurried to the lounge. Free coffee and Danishes—just like I’d expected. Two Fallen Glider bikers sat at a small table, hunkered over their coffee. Hawk’s brothers. I offered a big smile when they glanced at me and poured my hottie some coffee.

  I glanced at the sugar and creamer packets. He seemed more like a black kinda guy. I grabbed a cherry Danish for Hawk and decided I’d better get myself one even though I wasn’t hungry.

  Hungrier than I thought, I devoured the damn thing in less than five bites on the way back to our room.

  Ours. Damn, I liked the sound of that.

  “Coffee and a cherry Danish!” I said as the door clicked shut behind me.

  Hawk pushed up to sit against the headboard, the sheet falling down around his waist, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach.

  “You are so fucking fine,” I said, handing him the coffee and Danish and trailing my gaze down over him to the tent between his thighs. “And this cock.” I snaked my hand under the blankets and wrapped my hand around him. “So thick, so—”

  “Goddamn, Janie.” Hawk thumped his head against the headboard twice as I slid my hand down over his hard length.

  Someone pounded on the door, and I yelped and jerked away from Hawk, my heart in my throat, adrenaline flooding my bloodstream. “Ten minutes, Hawk!”

  “Fuck off, Jonny!” Hawk shouted back.

  “Ten minutes or you’re on your own!”

  Hawk grumbled for a few seconds while I fought to chill the fuck out. I’d thought for sure Dad had found me.

  “You okay?” he asked a few seconds later while swinging his legs off the bed.

  “Yeah.” My voice came out breathless, and I forced a smile. “Gonna go brush my teeth and get ready to roll.”

  He nodded and sipped his coffee. “Want me to put your backpack with the laptop in Digger’s truck so you don’t have to take it on the bike? He’s following behind us with everyone’s bags.”

  “Oh, that’d be great. Wasn’t looking forward to wearing it across country.”

  We made it out the door in twelve minutes, my lips thoroughly kissed, traces of Hawk’s cum still in my mouth. “Tonight,” he’d murmured while pushing my ass out the door, “this is all mine.”

  God, yes…

  The thought of having a cock shoved up my ass had never sounded appealing before, but after having Hawk’s thumb buried deep inside of my virgin hole, I wanted it all. Every sordid desire, every sick way imaginable—my body was his to do with as he pleased for as long as my high stayed.

  Everyone was already on their bikes, so I didn’t get to meet his friend Jonny before climbing onto Hawk’s Harley behind him.

  “Ready?” he asked over his shoulder as I wound my arms around his waist, my fingers finding their way beneath his shirt.

  “Always,” I replied, my grin wide, my mind crazy as a little kid hyped up on a dozen Pixy Stix.

  Hawk squeezed my hand through his shirt, and we pulled out onto the highway in formation, heading east.

  My face hurt from smiling—especially since I hadn’t seen a text from either Tasha or Lori before leaving with the sunrise. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the shit that would fly when my dad found out I’d taken off with some random guy.

  Since I’d lied, at least my friends didn’t know his real name—or the fact he sported a “67” tattoo on his neck.

  Forcing into oblivion the thoughts that fact brought to mind, I fought to contain the wiggles wanting to sweep over me from pure giddiness.

  Sitting up, I stretched my arms out wide against the wind, my giggles uncontainable.

  Freedom on the road. Freedom from Dad and all his rules. Freedom to make my own choices—fuck the consequences. My high couldn’t possibly get any higher.

  ****

  We stopped a few hours later to coffee and gas up. I hopped off the bike, my legs itching to take a quick sprint around the gas station. Hawk chuckled at me as I tapped my foot waiting for him to fuel his bike.

  “So this is the young woman who has your balls twisted in knots.”

  I turned toward the smiling voice and found the man who’d been sitting beside Hawk in the bar the night I’d joined in the wet t-shirt contest. “Janie,” I said, holding out my hand.

  “Jonny.” His dark-eyed gaze lifted over my shoulder as he released my hand. “If this fucker gives you any shit—”

  “Fuck off, Jonny,” Hawk grumbled.

  “—you let me know and I’ll make sure you get on a plane the second you’re ready.”

  I could feel the annoyance in Hawk radiating over my back and couldn’t help but laugh. “And if I annoy the shit out of him?”

  Jonny’s chocolate-brown eyes twinkled as his gaze returned to my face. “I’ll make sure your ass is on a plane taking you far away from my brother.”

  A threat without being a real threat. Be nice to my friend, or else…

  I winked. “Gotcha.”

  He turned away, and my breath caught as my gaze slid down over the back of his vest.

  The fucking president … shit. My foot started tapping again.

  “Did you even sleep last night?” Hawk asked while grabbing my hand and starting toward the entrance behind his friend.

  “A couple hours.” My damn voice shook.

  “You gonna crash and fall asleep on the back of my bike later today?”

  My heart seized, and I jerked my head up to peer at him.

  He smiled through his beard, happiness shining in his eyes.

  Crash. As in exhaustion. Yeah. My smile felt forced. “Nah. I could conquer the world today.”

  A low chuckle, and he shook his head, pushing through the door.

  Twenty minutes later, bellies filled with coffee and junk food I’d forced down my throat, we headed out once more. Shimmers of heat waved over the asphalt in the distance, but cruising through the air brought a decent enough breeze we didn’t sweat.

  My mind focused on the night ahead, the chance for Hawk to own a part of me that no man had ever touched. I couldn’t wait.

  ****

  We ended up having to share a room with Jonny since they’d only booked enough rooms in advance for the same number of men that had driven out to Sturgis. There was no room in the inn for a couple in need of privacy. Half-clothed, horny as hell, and limbs tangled, Hawk and I whispered late into the night.

  I shared some about my family but kept the truth of what my dad did—what he was—to myself.

  Hawk owned a small-engine shop a few blocks from the club that kept him busy and out of trouble, and when he learned I knew enough about a two-stroke engine to rebuild one from scraps, he about shit himself.

  It came from spending hours working on bikes with my dad. I told him that much, at least. Just not whose shop we toyed around in.

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nbsp; I didn’t sleep worth a shit—at least, not that I was aware, but in the morning, my manic high remained, and I grinned with the hope that Hawk had miraculously cured me.

  Same as the morning before, I hurried to the lounge to get him coffee. I pulled my cell from my back pocket and powered it on. Knowing it would ring and ding like crazy once Dad found out I’d taken off, I hadn’t bothered turning it on at all since last I’d texted Tasha.

  Sure enough, dozens of messages and texts, but I flew too high to give a shit. Without listening to or reading any of them, I slowed my steps and shot off a quick text to my girls and then my dad, letting them know that I was fine, that I would see them all back in New York in a few days. That done, I powered it back off and shoved it into my pocket, a huge smile on my face and bounce in my step.

  Hawk

  My fucking balls ached to the point riding my bike hurt. We pulled into our hotel for the night and thank Christ they had extra rooms.

  After a quick fuck against the wall to release the sexual tension that had been riding us for almost forty-eight hours, we collapsed on the king-sized bed, Janie giggling. She lay on her side, eyes shining in the sunset’s rays since I’d been too caught up in her to bother pulling the shades before sinking into her tight cunt.

  Still breathing heavy, I tucked windblown strands of hair that had escaped her long braid behind her ear. “Did I hurt you?” I asked as the subtle apple scent of her shampoo or body lotion wafted over me.

  “No.” Her smile knifed me in the chest. “I like it when you’re rough. Never been slammed against a wall like that before. Gotta say … it was hot as fuck.”

  As always, her enthusiasm and happiness infected my head, and I found myself smiling in return. “Roll over, little butterfly.”

  “Mmm.” With a smirk, she did as told, her plump ass drawing my attention.

  I squeezed one cheek, kneading her with my fingertips.

  “God, that feels good.”

  A grin widened my mouth, and I gave the other cheek the same attention.

  “Can I ask you a question?” Janie asked, turning her head toward me as I used my thumb to massage her lower back.

  “’Course.”

  “Have you ever thought of life outside your club? Like, would you ever leave, or are you a lifer?”

  I considered her words for a few seconds as she searched my face and I massaged slowly up along her spine. “The Gliders is all I’ve known since I became a member.”

  “So that’s a no?”

  Shrugging, I pursed my lips, my gaze roaming down her back along with my hand to her ass. “Sure, I’ve thought about what life would be without my brothers, but I’ve never considered leaving. Never had a reason to. Why?”

  She mimicked my shrug. “What do your brothers think about you taking a near-stranger across the country on the back of your bike?”

  “Don’t give a fuck.” I stilled my hand on her ass cheek, fingers splayed to hold as much of the soft flesh as possible. One swipe of my fingers along her cum-soaked lips from fucking against the wall, and I explored back up to rim her tight rosebud, ending all thought of serious talk. My cock twitched as her eyelids fluttered shut.

  “I want this ass,” I said, pressing a finger past her muscle ring.

  Her lips parted and hips lifted as I went deeper.

  I pulled out to my fingertip and slid back into the knuckle.

  “Holy shit.” Her half-mewled words sent a rush of blood into my cock.

  Adding a second finger, I worked her tight opening, preparing her for my much-larger cock. She continued to let out those goddamn mewls, moans, and groans that drew up my balls.

  Unable to wait any longer, I leaned down over her back while sliding my fingers from her ass. “Don’t move,” I whispered against her ear and climbed off the bed. A side pocket of my bag held lube and a large stash of condoms—same as every time I’d visited Sturgis. I grabbed what I needed and returned to find Janie gyrating her hips against the mattress.

  I swatted her right ass cheek, and she squealed, jerking sideways. “I said to lay still.”

  “But I’m so fucking horny,” she moaned, lifting her hips and sliding her knees under her.

  Puffy, pink, and wet, her cunt called out to my aching cock. The sweetest drug, but I’d made up my mind to claim her virgin hole.

  “I ought to swat your other cheek for disobeying me,” I said, biting back my smile.

  “Mmm.” Janie wiggled her hips.

  I hauled off and landed another swat, my handprint blooming red within seconds of her squeak. “Like that, do you?”

  “Maybe,” she answered, more than a little sass coating the word.

  My fucking hand shook as I lifted the wrapped condom to my mouth and ripped it open. Sheathed and lube in hand, I crawled between her spread thighs.

  Her breath caught as I dribbled lube down between her ass cheeks.

  “I’m going to fuck this ass so damn hard, you’ll be feeling me for days.” Hands pressing her cheeks together, I slid my cock up through, coating my length.

  She panted and grasped at the sheets above her head.

  I slid two fingers in deep again, lubing her up good for me. Groans and gasps fled from her lips as I took my time stretching her hole.

  Once she trembled on edge, I wiped my fingers off on the sheets and grasped her hips. “Ready, little butterfly?”

  I didn’t wait for a reply but pressed the tip of my dick against her hole. She groaned as I pulled her back toward me, stretching her puckered rosebud until I breached the tight ring.

  “Fuck, that burns.” She gasped as I worked in another inch. “Goddamn.”

  Jaw clenched and fingers digging into her thighs, I fought to keep from shoving deep inside of her. I pulled out that inch and pushed back in again, gaining a little more ground.

  Those damn mewling noises bled from her lips as I backed out to the head. “Okay?” I asked, my voice as strained as my balls.

  “Y-yes.” She gasped again as I slid in deeper. “Don’t stop.”

  “Not going to.” Twice more, I retreated and pulled her hips back as I pressed in, finally seating myself balls-deep inside of her ass. “Christ, are you tight,” I said between clenched teeth.

  “Move … Hawk, please.” Her fingers grasped at the sheets as she tried to move against my hold on her hipbones, every inch of her quivering skin covered in goosebumps.

  I pulled out to the head and finally allowed myself to thrust.

  “Fuck.” She ground the word out as I angled my hips and repeated the motion. “Oh, fuck!”

  “Like that, baby?” I asked while thrusting deep.

  “Fuck, yes!” She flipped her head to the other side, tendrils of hair lying across her cheeks, fluttering with each exhaled puff. “Harder.”

  Goddamn, this woman…

  Always aiming to please, I did as told, my balls slapping against her sopping pussy.

  She arched her back and lifted her ass higher, like a fucking cat in heat.

  I grabbed hold of her braid with my left hand and lifted her head, the sound of our skin slapping like the high of a plummeting rollercoaster rushing through my ears. Her ass cheeks jiggled with every thrust, and I held on tight to her hair, jerking her back against my pistoning cock.

  Balls tightening, sweat beading on my brow—she needed to fucking come so I could blow my load.

  I released my hold on her hip, and she continued to fuck my cock as I swatted her jiggling ass cheeks.

  Rather than squeak, a deep groan rolled past her parted lips, her eyes clenched shut as I reddened both of her cheeks.

  “I need you to come so hard.” I half growled the words and reached around to slide my fingers through her wet cunt. Her swelled clit protruded, and a quick rub between my slippery fingers sent a shudder down through her body.

  “Fuck!” My little butterfly shrieked, her ass clamping down on my thrusting cock.

  “That’s it, little butterfly … goddamn, your cum is dr
ipping off my balls.” I glanced down at my lubed cock slamming into her ass over and over, holding off my own climax as her cum dripped onto the mattress.

  Janie writhed beneath me, panting and moaning as I continued to thrust deep into her ass. “So damn good. Fuck.”

  “Give me another,” I said, rubbing against her clit again. “Take me over with you.”

  A low whine built in her chest, and she arched her back as an animalistic groan flew past her lips.

  I growled. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

  Her ass clamped down on me again, and I closed my eyes, giving over to the climax rushing from my balls. Toes digging into the mattress, hand tangled in her braid, I shouted my release. Every deep-seated thrust, every squirt of cum into the condom sent stars shooting across the back of my eyelids. “Goddamn … fuck.” One last tremor shuddered through me, and I moved with Janie as she sank onto the bed.

  We both panted for breath, and I pushed up onto my elbows to keep from crushing her, my forehead on the mattress beside her head. Buried to my balls in the hottest, tightest ass I’d ever fucked. My head wrapped up in the most beguiling, addictive woman I’d ever had. My heart losing itself to the butterfly I couldn’t get enough of.

  Sweaty heat emanated between her back and my front, and I pressed my lips against her apple-scented hair. “You okay?”

  “Mmm.”

  Unsure if her murmur meant yes or no, I pulled out with a sigh. “Don’t move.”

  “Couldn’t if I tried,” she said, her voice muffled against the mattress.

  On weakened legs, I made my way to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and grabbed a warm, wet towel.

  Janie lay as I’d left her, sprawled on her stomach, legs spread, arms stretched but lax above her head. A small smile curved her lips.

  Like melted butter, I thought while maneuvering her body in order to wipe her cum and the lube from between her thighs and ass. I wished I’d had some oil to rub into her red ass cheeks, but I liked my handprints marking her backside. My smile remained as I finally pulled the blinds shut, encasing us in near darkness, and climbed onto the bed, tugging the blankets over us.

  Janie snuggled into me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. She fit against me like well-worn leathers, her sweet breath and subtle scent encasing me in sheer, fucking heaven.