Hawk (Fallen Gliders MC Book 2)

by Lynn Burke

  He left me alone, gently shutting the bedroom door behind him.

  Time to face the fire.

  Heartbeat slamming in my ears, I hit the speed dial for Dad.

  “Janie? Sweetheart?” he answered, half-breathless, his voice pitched higher than usual. “Tell me you’re all right.”

  “I’m good, Dad.” My voice shook the slightest bit.

  “Thank Christ. I’ve been worried sick. The hell were you thinking running off like this with some random strange biker? Who is he? Who does he ride with?”

  I’d already lied by omission, might as well protect both our asses until I couldn’t any longer. “His name is Jack Richards.” Half-lie, I told myself, trying to ease my conscious. On a high, I never would have given a shit about lying to my dad.

  “Jack Richards…” Dad paused a few seconds, just long enough to kick in another burst of adrenaline to my already shaking limbs. “Don’t know the name. He in a gang?”

  “Just rides with some of his buddies.” Not an outright lie.

  “When are you getting home? I thought you’d be here by now from your last text.”

  “Yeah. About that.” I stood and paced across the hardwood flooring, my free hand fisted at my hip. “He asked me to stay with him, and I agreed.”

  The pregnant silence that followed had me on the verge of puking.

  “I crashed hard a couple days ago, Dad, but he still wants me.” The words flew from my lips when I couldn’t stand the silence over the line any longer. “He’s generous, attentive, and crazy loyal, Dad. The type of guy every woman wants but can’t ever find.”

  “I don’t like the idea of you moving in with a man I’ve never met, Janie.” Dad’s stern voice, the one that always made me cringe, sounded loud and clear over the phone. “You’ve known him for what? Just over a week?”

  “He’s a good guy,” I said, inflicting as much persuasion in my voice as I could. “Has his own motorcycle shop, his own house…”

  Dad stayed silent again, and I bit my nails waiting for him to speak. A long, loud exhalation sounded before his voice. “I want to meet him.”

  My heart seized. “Well, we’re in New Hampshire.”

  “Don’t you need to come get your stuff? Or, are you waiting a little longer to see if he’ll toss you aside like all the other assholes you’ve dated?”

  I actually felt the blood drain from my face, but I jumped at the chance to steer the conversation away from the two meeting. “O-others?”

  Dad snorted a chuckle. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Janie-girl.” His pet name brought tears to my eyes. “I know you, Tasha, and Lori sneak out. I know over a half-dozen guys have dropped you once they learned the truth about your illness.”

  I swallowed hard even though my mind started working on how he knew those things. “Sorry, Dad.”

  “Don’t be.” He sounded gruff. Rumpled, which he never did. “I’ve sheltered you for far too long. Guess it’s time to let my little girl fly.”

  A tear slid down my cheek. “Thank you, Dad.”

  “Let me know when you’re coming down here with your Jack, so I can meet him.”

  “Yeah.” I swallowed again, my eyes drying so damn quick I had to blink. “I’ll let you know.”

  “How’d it go?” Hawk asked when I found him in the kitchen brewing some coffee.

  “Good, surprisingly.”

  “Just realized that we’ll need to head down to your dad’s soon to get your stuff since you’ve only got a few changes of clothes.”

  I shrugged and slumped at the small table he kept pushed against the wall, my body trembling from the adrenaline that had pumped through me while speaking to my dad. “Eventually, yeah. Too tired to think about it.”

  “Why don’t you go crawl into bed and rest while I go grab something for dinner? Cupboards and fridge are pretty bare.”

  “Want me to go with you?”

  He smiled, his hazel eyes lingering on my lips. “Only if you want to.” I shrugged again, and he chuckled, turning to grab keys from a hook by the door. “Go lay down. I’ll be back in a half hour.”

  I did as told, burying my face into Hawk’s pillow and breathing in the remnants of his scent. A twinge of desire kindled between my thighs, thank God. Having gone without for so damn long, I expected Hawk would be more than willing to soothe the growing ache in my pussy.

  ****

  Hawk brought back more than groceries. He’d stocked up on my toiletries—shampoo, conditioner, and the razors I had in my small travel kit.

  “I was gonna get you some feminine things but wasn’t sure what you’d need.”

  My head whipped up from the coffee I cradled in my hands. What man would do such a thing without even being asked? I stared.

  “What?” He paused from opening the pizza box—our dinner—he’d also grabbed on the way home.

  “You were going to buy me tampons.”

  He nodded, his cheekbones turning a slight shade of pink. “Figured you’d probably need them.”

  “I don’t.”

  His brow rose.

  “IUD. No period.”

  “That’s fucking awesome.”

  “Doesn’t mean I won’t have the monthly mood swings,” I muttered while lifting my cup. “Not that I notice with my already fucked up brain.”

  “You’re not fucked up, Janie.”

  Again, my gaze jerked toward his face.

  Hawk placed his palms on the table across from me and leaned into my personal space. “You’re fucking beautiful. Inside and out. Every inch.” His rumbled words were inflected with just enough heat my pussy tingled again.

  “You’re too good for me.”

  “The fuck I am.” His steady gaze dropped to my lips again. “I’m a bad man.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I’ve done bad things.”

  “Who hasn’t?”

  His attention lifted to my eyes, and we stared at each other in silence. Tension rose between us, lifting the fine hairs on my arms. It’d been too long…

  With a throat clearing, Hawk turned away and retrieved our pizza. “Sorry it isn’t much.”

  “Pizza’s my fav.” Face warm and blood pumping, I devoured my dinner without exchanging a word with the sexy beast sitting across from me. I helped myself to a second slice and finished it before sitting back and looking at Hawk. “What?” I asked when I noticed the smirk peeking out from his beard.

  “Your appetite has returned.”

  “In more ways than one.” I gave him a saucy smirk of my own and ran my bare toes down his jean-clad shin.

  Instant lust flared to life in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “Thinking about seducing you.”

  “Last time we fucked, you crashed. I can’t help but think it was my fault for taking you so hard.”

  “Thrusting your cock deep inside my ass didn’t cause my depressive episode, Hawk. My crash was long overdue.”

  His beard twitched as though he worked his jaw, contemplating.

  Realizing he needed a little nudge, I moved from my chair to the floor beside him and slid my hand up his thigh, my head tipped back to watch his face.

  The heat in his eyes flared the tingles in my pussy to downright flames. “I want you, Hawk. It’s been too damn long.” He swallowed and nodded, and I yanked at his belt and jeans’ button with trembling fingers.

  He scooted his chair back and pulled his jeans mid-thigh while I hurried to yank off the leggings I’d changed into before napping.

  “Fuck, have I missed you.” Hawk buried his face in my neck and wrapped his arms around me as I straddled him.

  I made a noise of agreement in my throat and rubbed myself against his hard length, coating him in my wetness he inspired so quickly.

  My first fuck in a semi-normal state.

  A tilt of my hips lined the head of his cock between my lips, and he lifted as I lowered. An easy, slick slide, the friction rolling my eyes back into my head until he bottomed out.
/>   “Fuck,” we both said at the same time, and his arms tightened around me. “No condom,” he whispered against my neck, his soft beard tickling.

  “IUD, remember? And I’m clean.”

  “Me, too. Christ, you feel so fucking good, little butterfly.” He thrust against my womb.

  I gasped at the pure need that raced through me in response and began rocking on his lap. One of his hands slid up my back, fisted around my braid, and yanked my head to the side. The scrape of his teeth along my neck and up to my earlobe had me squirming, nails digging into the muscles of his t-shirt-covered shoulders as he thrust in time with my rocking.

  “Your cunt is so damn tight. So fucking wet.” Hawk took my mouth with a groan, thrusting hard up into me, his arm wrapped around my waist lifting and lowering me in a hastening rhythm. “I’m going to come so fucking hard … going to fill you up with my cum.”

  Goddamn. His words, and the idea of him shooting deep inside of me, branding me, sent tingles racing up from my toes. “I’m going to come, Hawk.” Two more hard thrusts, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I cried out, and Hawk continued to fuck me hard, drawing out every last tremor.

  In one fluid motion, he stood, knocked his chair over, and swept our paper plates to the floor. He laid me on the table, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he leaned over me.

  “Hold on, baby.”

  Hands grasping my shoulders, he plowed into me over and over, slamming against my womb. My back arched on its own as I fought to get my still-throbbing clit in line with his pelvis.

  Fuck. Right there. “Fuck!” I shrieked as another mind-blowing orgasm clenched every muscle in my body.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck. Me. Dry.” Hawk growled his words with every thrust, and his cock swelled inside of me a heartbeat before he hollered. Hot spurt after spurt coated my pussy, and I dug my heels into his ass, desperate to pull him closer, deep inside of me until our souls merged. Perhaps then, my illness would heal, making me a whole person.

  One last half-thrust, and he sagged over me onto his elbows. My turn to bury my face in his neck as my emotions swarmed. Sadness, happiness, love … they all intertwined, squeezing my throat and stinging my clenched eyelids.

  Hawk

  A muffled sob sounded.

  Fuck. I hadn’t wanted to fuck her so damn hard, so damn desperate that she would fall apart on me again. I tried to pull away from her, but Janie held tight to my arms, her legs like a python around my waist.

  “I—I’m okay,” she whispered, her words tear-laced. “Just … I don’t know.”

  I pulled back my head far enough to see her face. The wetness coating her eyes made them more green than gray, and I nearly drowned in the emotion swelling in my chest. I cared about Janie so damn much, that the thought I’d hurt her made me want to punch a fucking wall, damn the sure bruised knuckled and broken fingers I’d experienced over a dozen times before.

  She released her hold on my arm to smooth a hand down my whiskered cheek. “I’m okay.” Another tear slid down her cheek, and I leaned down to catch it with the tip of my tongue. Her saltiness made my mouth water for more of her. The musky sweetness between her thighs. The cock-swelling tang of her tight asshole.

  “You’re like a drug, and I can’t get enough.” My voice sounded gruff. My cock remained hard, still buried deep inside of her soaked cunt. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t you dare apologize again. I’m okay. Just get emotional sometimes.”

  “Sure you’re all right?” I asked, searching her gorgeous eyes for any inkling of a lie.

  Her smile wavered, but a sparkle lit in her soft gaze. “I’m overwhelmed with feelings of falling so damn hard for you … that’s good, right?”

  She squeezed my cock with her inner muscles, and I clenched my jaw against the desire to fuck her again. “That’s a great thing,” I said, forcing myself to lift up and back out. I dropped my gaze to my cock retreating from her slick grasp. The head of my dick slipped from her velvety folds, and a pulse of cum squirted out. I grasped her knees and spread them, watching another drip of white slip from her body and slide down to coat her asshole.

  “Goddamn, are you sexy,” I said, my cock jumping at the sight.

  Janie reached between her thighs and smeared my cum all over her cunt. I stared as she slid her fingers up and over her clit. She wiggled her ass as a soft sigh sounded. One more round about her clit, and she dipped her fingers low, rimming her cum-covered puckered hole.

  “Fuck me again, Hawk.” Her quiet words jerked my head up, and I realized my jaw had unhinged while watching her finger herself. “Fuck me in the ass.”

  Swallowing back my groan, I glanced down again to find her fingertip sliding into her rosebud.

  “Fuck.”

  “Please,” she half-groaned the word, and I moved closer, releasing my grip on one of her knees to palm my cock.

  “You sure, baby?” I asked, sliding my cock up through her soaked pussy lips to gather more wetness.

  She nodded, her eyes hooded, lower lip between her teeth. “Slow…”

  I rubbed the head of my cock against her ass, and she let out a low hiss as I pressed forward. Once notched inside her muscle ring, I stopped and slid two fingers into her pussy and curled them, my thumb on her clit.

  Janie groaned and gyrated her hips, drawing my cock another inch into her tight heat.

  “Do you like my cock in your ass?”

  “Yes.” She gasped as I rubbed her clit and slid in another inch. “Fuck, yes.”

  “Let me in, little butterfly.” I pulled back while thrusting into her pussy with my fingers. “All the way,” I said, slowing shoving my cum-covered cock back into her ass until my balls rested against her skin.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open, gaze landing on my face.

  Like a fucking knife to the chest, the emotion pouring from her slammed into me, and I held still, her body tight around my throbbing dick. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean, uncaring traces of my cum mingled with her sweetness.

  She stared at my mouth, lips parted.

  I gathered her up in my arms, claimed her mouth, and held her tight while gently thrusting in and out of her ass. Like a clamp, she squeezed my cock, hot and slick. Her moans captured by my lips, her breath I inhaled into my lungs as deep as possible.

  I wanted to devour everything that Janie was. I wanted her deep inside of me—me deep inside of her until there was just us.

  Standing in the middle of my kitchen, the sunset glinting off Janie’s auburn, messy tresses around her face, I realized I’d fallen head over heels in love with her. Every inch. Every bit—the vibrant life-filled side, and the subdued side who needed someone to hold and cherish her. Unconditionally. Always.

  “You’re mine, Janie,” I whispered against her lips and pulled back to peer into her gray-green eyes. “I’m never letting you go.”

  “Yes … oh, yes.” She threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled my face back down. A gentle brush of lips, and I slid my tongue inside her mouth, mimicking our slow fuck until she panted. We came together, Janie crying out my name as I buried deep inside of her body and gave her all I had to give.

  ****

  “How’s it going with your old lady?” Digger asked the second he walked into my shop. Heavy metal music blared in the background, but he’d hollered plenty loud I’d hear him.

  Shaking my head, I moved to the work bench to turn the music down. “She’s not my old lady.”

  “Bullshit. Jonny says you’re fucking gone on her.” Digger grinned at me, arms crossed, biceps bulging and covered in veins. He was a fucking bull. Spent more hours at the club’s gym than I did. Easier, since he had one of the two apartments on the second floor, and I lived fifteen minutes outside of town.

  “I’m gone on her, yeah,” I admitted.

  Digger grinned, but the smile didn’t pretty him up one bit. Fucker had a scar from his left ear to the corner of his
mouth from a knife fight he’d gotten into years earlier with one of the Silent Demons out of New York. While Digger had ended up scarred for life, the other fucker lost his. That had been the beginning of the feud between the two clubs.

  “So what … she all moved in? Got your balls twisted up tight?”

  “To answer the first, she will be. As for the second, she loves when I drain my balls inside of her.”

  “Fucker.”

  “At least twice a day if not more.”

  Digger grumbled while I chuckled and went back to work on an engine I’d promised to have rebuilt by week’s end.

  “What’s it feel like?”

  I glanced up to find his dark eyes studying me. “What?”

  “Being in love.”

  I burst out laughing at the seriousness on his face—and not the usual pissy, don’t-fucking-mess-with-me scowl.

  “Don’t be an asshole,” he said, the dent between his brows I was all too familiar with appearing.

  “Best fucking thing in the world.” I grabbed a rag and wiped grease from my hands. “I’d give her anything she asked. Rob a bank. Kill a dozen people. Sell my fucking soul to the devil himself.”

  “Already did that.”

  I huffed a snort of laughter although my past sins weren’t laughable. “Yeah.”

  Digger’s scowl smoothed. “I’m jealous as shit, you know.”

  My brow shot up. Digger was just as fond of the club whores as I’d been not too long ago. Pussy, ass, mouth—he’d take any hole he could get, oftentimes having two girls at once or banging a chick with another brother.

  “Never thought you’d ever want to settle down with one woman,” I said, tossing the rag aside.

  He shrugged. “Seeing Nicky when he’d come back to get his shit … seeing the same look about you.” He shrugged again. “You both got something on the inside that’s hard to miss. For once, your face is like a fucking book.”

  One of my eyebrows rose on its own as I fought not to smile at the absurdity coming from Digger’s mouth. Guess I wasn’t the only poetic sap at heart Fallen Glider. Digger would have been the last I’d guessed on, though.

  “So, you gonna work today, or what?” I asked, hands on my hips.

  “Sure. Yeah.” Digger uncrossed his arms and glanced around the shop. “Tough coming back after a two-week vacation. What’s your old lady up to today?”