Taming Hawke: Book #3 in the Blood Brothers MC Series

by J. A. Collard

  “Fuck me, Hawke,” I beg as I rotate my pelvis, trying to get some friction.

  He chuckles and suddenly spins me around, pushing me up against the wall. The back of my head hits it with a thump, and Hawke lifts me by my thighs. I wrap them tightly around his waist, loving the feel of his jeans against my exposed pussy. I start to rub my core against his hard cock, still shielded by denim, and lean forward, kissing his neck and sucking hard. “Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come in my jeans.”

  His hands sneak under my dress and grasp my buttcheeks and squeeze, forcing me to now rub up against him. I can’t take this much longer, my clit is throbbing with need. “Hawke, please, take me to bed.”

  I don’t know if it’s the alcohol giving me the courage to talk like this, but I like it. I’ve always been a little shy to speak out with what I want, and Hawke finds it funny. He always tries to get me to say “cock,” or “pussy,” or “fuck me” out loud, and most of the time I do, especially when he’s teasing me with his fingers. But tonight, I have no shame. I want him so much and need him to fill me.

  I feel movement as he carries me to my bedroom. Once we reach my bed, he slides me down his body and lets me fall back against it, and I laugh up at him as he strips off his clothes in no time. “No, wait,” I say sitting up on my elbows and getting a good look at my man. I can never get enough of how perfect his body is.

  Hawke stops just as he’s about to crawl onto the bed, and stands back up. “What’s wrong?” he questions, his eyes showing concern.

  I smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I just want to look at you a little more.”

  Hawke cocks a smile at me, and my eyes travel from his baby blues to his lips, then over his rippled abs. His cock stands to attention and I lick lips that have suddenly turned dry. I focus on the pre-cum spilling from his cockhead, and my mouth waters, the need to suck him so damn strong.

  He stands there proud, with his hands on his hips and his thickly muscled thighs slightly apart. “Like what you see, baby?”

  I nod my head because my words seem to have vanished. He is a god standing there with his messy blond long hair and tanned smooth skin, tattoos on his chest, a half sleeve on his arm. The picture of a Hawke with its wings spread covers his heart, and when he moves it seems as if it’s going to take off and fly.

  Not able to ignore my need any longer, I nod my head to his question and get up on my knees, crawling over to him. He smiles, knowing what I’m about to do, and when I reach the end of the bed, he grasps my hair in his fist, pulling it away from my face. I look up at him as if to get his approval to do what I so desperately need, and his eyes bore into mine. I wonder what that look means. It’s as if he’s adoring me with his eyes. He nods once and I see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows. He wants this, badly.

  I want to devour him, want to prove to him how much I want and need him. I need him to see that I can be everything he desires in a woman. I know I mean a lot to Hawke but I need more. I’m not going to push him, but by God, I’m going to show him how much he means to me with my mouth.

  I grasp the base of his cock and my tongue sneaks out to lick the pre-cum that’s glistening on the tip of it. I moan at his exquisite taste and take the head inside my mouth, sucking all his juices. Hawke growls, and I look up and see him biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut. The image of him struggling to hold himself back does things to me. It makes me feel a sense of pride, being the one responsible for his pleasure.My other hand reaches down for his balls and I squeeze them as I lick the underside of his cock. Feeling the sting from the pull of my hair as Hawke’s grip tightens, I move faster, knowing he’s losing control. I give him a quick kiss on his cockhead before taking him wholly in my mouth, loving how he tastes on my tongue. My gag reflex kicks in and I pull back and pump my hand along his wet length, now coated with my saliva. “Oh fuck, Lu, your mouth is fucking perfection,” Hawke groans, and it gives me the confidence to keep going. I take him in my mouth again and hollow my cheeks as I suck hard. Hawke starts to move his pelvis, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. His hold on my hair controls my movements and he pulls back and forth, creating a mind-blowing rhythm. I grip his hips to support myself as he continues to thrust into my mouth, and I can’t help but reach down to circle my throbbing clit with my fingers, feeling my arousal coat them. Gasping at the slight sting coming from the back of my head, I look up at Hawke and find his eyes are focused on me pleasuring myself. “Fuck, Lu,” he groans. “Does sucking me off make you wet?”

  I mewl around his cock at his words, and without any warning he pulls out of my warmth and pushes me back against the bed, forcing my legs apart with his hands. I look down through my opened thighs and voice my protest at him taking what I want away from me. He ignores me and widens my thighs further with his rough hands, using his thumbs to open up my folds to his heated gaze.

  “You’re so swollen and pink for me, Lu. You’re practically soaked and I haven’t even touched you.”

  “Hawke,” I plead, and he looks up at me with an intensity that has my heart beating faster.

  “Reece,” he whispers.

  “What?” I ask, confused.

  “Call me Reece when I’m fucking you. I want you to scream out my real name when I’m inside your sweet pussy.”

  Stunned, I stare back at him and see no sign of teasing. “Reece,” I repeat, loving the way it sounds coming out of my mouth. And just like that, he leans forward and sucks on my clit, causing my hips to rise off the bed and push further into his expert mouth.

  Hawke reaches behind my head and pulls a pillow out from beneath it, bringing it down and shoving it under my hips, forcing my pussy even closer to his waiting lips.

  “Fuck this pussy is perfect,” he grunts, and I feel the vibrations of his voice through my core and cry out.

  He forces my legs apart even further, hands pushing on the insides of my thighs, and he enters one finger inside me and hooks it upwards, hitting the most delicious spot. “Oh fuck,” I cry, my hands moving down to my breasts, squeezing them and pinching at my nipples. “I’m close, so close,” I announce.

  I can feel Hawke’s beard on the inside of my thighs as he licks me from my center to my clit. His tongue feels rough on my delicate skin and the sensation has me close to orgasm.

  He continues to suck, lick and nibble at my clit, all the while fingerfucking me.

  “Reece, I’m gonna come,” I shout as heat washes over my body. He slips in another finger and thrusts them in and out, making me shudder with my release. My thighs tense up against his face as he licks my arousal, not willing to pull away until he’s done. He moans as I contract around his fingers, and I try to move away from his preying mouth but he tightens his grip on my thighs, not letting me go.

  He looks up at me through my open legs and I see his mouth is glistening with my arousal. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy,” he states as his tongue licks at my sensitive bud once more. He puts pressure down on my clit, and I soon begin to pulse with need again as he sucks it into his mouth.

  “Oh… fuck,” I pant as I run my fingers through his hair, loving the feel of it in my hands. I push his head down, and begin to ride his face as he flattens his rough tongue and swipes it against my core. It feels unbelievable. His tongue enters me and I scream out at the sensation.

  “Fuck this!” he grunts, and I feel the loss of his mouth against my pussy. I almost protest, but still my voice when I see him stroking his cock, just before he enters me slowly and steadily. I hold my breath at the feel of him inside me, not wanting to miss a goddamn inch of him. He still has a pillow below my butt, making his cock hit the perfect spot. I feel when he’s seated to the hilt, and he grabs my left thigh and places it over his shoulder as he begins to thrust in and out of me, slowly at first, his rhythm picking up as he starts to pump his cock in and out. I meet him thrust for thrust, loving the dirty words comi
ng out of his mouth.

  “You’re so fucking warm and tight. This pussy is mine, all fucking mine,” he says. Releasing my leg, he towers over me and brings my mouth to his. He sucks on my tongue, and I taste him, along with myself. It only makes me want him more. He tears the pillow from beneath me and throws it on the floor. My hands travel down his chiseled back to rest on his rock-hard buttcheeks, loving the way they move with each thrust.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last long.”

  I cup his face in my hands and move his hair away from it. I look deep into his blue eyes, and whisper, “I don’t mind.”

  “Fuck,” he grunts and kisses me hard, thrusting in and out. I can feel the tip of his cock hit my cervix and love the way he fills me completely. Feeling my core tighten around him, I know I’m close again. I wrap my legs around his waist and push him further into me with my feet on his ass. Hawke leaves my mouth and trails hot wet kisses down my neck and collarbone. His mouth covers my right nipple, whilst his other hand pinches and pulls at the other. I feel the pulls all the way to my clit, and I cry out as he bites down and then licks at the tender spot.

  “So fucking beautiful, Lu. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  His words are orgasmic, and I feel the beginning of my release from the tips of my toes, traveling up my legs to my thighs, and eventually at my core. Goose bumps erupt all over my body as Hawke’s hand travels between us and circles my clit with a finger.

  That’s my undoing. I cry out his name as I come for the second time tonight. Three more thrusts and Hawke is following. His warm seed pours out of him inside me, and his hot breath hits my neck as he cries out his own release.

  I reach around his torso and hold him close. Our bodies are slick with sweat but I don’t care, I love having Hawke in my arms like this. As much as I love having sex with Hawke, the aftermath is what I enjoy most. Being close to him like this is what I crave. I just wish he would open up to me more.

  He raises himself on his elbows and looks down at me with a smirk.

  “What?” I ask, feeling a little shy.

  “You were fucking hot, the way you told me to fuck you. Damn, girl, I don’t know what happened tonight, but I fucking want more.”

  I laugh out loud and cover my face, recalling that I had in fact yelled for him to fuck me. Hawke has told me many times to be myself with him, tell him what I want, but I’ve always been so embarrassed to say exactly what it is. But now I see how much he loves it, I need to do it more often.

  My thoughts are brought back to the present when he withdraws from me and gets up off the bed, strutting to the bathroom. I turn to watch him, focusing on the Blood Brothers tattoo inked on his back. I hear water in the sink as he cleans up, and he walks back out to me with a towel in his hand.

  My eyes are so engrossed with taking in his body, I don’t even realize he’s come to clean me up.

  My eyes widen. “Hawke, what are you doing?” I squeak out as he opens my legs.

  “Cleaning you up, baby.”

  “But… but…. I can do that,” I finally get out, feeling heat cover my cheeks. I’m sure I’ve turned a bright red.

  “Baby, I don’t know why you refuse me every time. I mean, I’ve had my mouth on you, bringing you to orgasm as your juices flooded it, and now you’re too shy to let me clean you up?”

  Hearing it out loud does seem a little ridiculous. I inhale deeply and widen my knees.

  “That’s my girl,” Hawke says looking down at my pussy. He licks his lips just before he starts wiping me gently. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation, and can’t believe I already want him again.

  I hear a chuckle and my eyes snap open. “What’s so funny?” I ask, laughing along with him.

  “You, babe. You act all shy and shit, but baby, if I was to take you in my mouth again, I’m sure you’ll be screaming my name in no time.”

  I swallow hard, knowing that he would be absolutely right.

  “Sleep,” he demands, and I can’t help but feel disappointed.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” I say, smirking.

  “Like I’ve just deprived you of sex. I’ve made you come twice tonight.”

  “I’m not complaining,” I reply shaking my head.

  “Mmm, baby, believe me, I want to take you again. But If I do, you’re gonna be sore tomorrow, because you fucking bring out the beast in me.” Hawke runs a hand through his sexy-as-fuck blond hair.

  I lick my lips and nibble on my bottom one. “I don’t mind,” I admit, and my eyes travel down his torso to his erect cock. I see it jerk and know he wants me, he just needs to know that I want this too.

  “Say it,” he demands. His blue eyes are intense as they lock onto mine.

  “I want you, Reece. I want you to fuck me again,” I demand, lost in his eyes, the way they devour my body as if he’s contemplating where he’s going to begin.

  In one swift move, Hawke throws the towel on the floor and impales me, proving to me that he’s the beast he says he is.

  Luisa

  Waking to the sun cascading through my bedroom window, I smile and reach my hand over, feeling the cool sheets beside me. He’s gone. I push myself up off the mattress and sit up, looking around my room. Relief washes through me when my eyes focus on Hawke’s clothes, still in a heap on the floor, and I realize that he hasn’t left. I don’t know why I have this feeling, like something’s not right, but I can’t shake it off. We never got to discuss where he was last night, and practically all was forgotten when he threw me up against the wall and had his way with me. Do you blame a girl?

  Getting out of bed, I throw on Hawke’s T-shirt and make my way out of the bedroom. I can hear whispers coming from the kitchen and I stop and lean against the wall, traveling my eyes over Hawke as he drinks his coffee. His rippled back is facing me, and his white boxers are low on his hips, showing off his magnificent body. Smiling to myself, I begin to walk quietly toward him with the intention to have those boxers off in no time. I freeze midstep when I hear him say, “Nah, man, she hasn’t asked. She doesn’t need to know about what happened last night with Josie, and there’s no need to bring it up.” There’s a pause, which I’m assuming is because the person on the other line is talking. “Sure, man, I’ll be at the club soon. I’ll see you then.”

  I quietly tiptoe back to my room and enter the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. My heart’s beating at a million miles an hour and I sit down on the edge of the tub, trying to calm myself down. He mentioned Josie, what’s he hiding from me? Is he seeing someone else?

  My thoughts are brought back to the present when a quick knock on the door sounds. “Hey, babe, you in there?”

  “I’ll be out in a minute?” I reply and quickly get up from the tub and make my way to the sink, washing my face with water. I look into the mirror and tears begin to fall. Don’t do this, Lu, get it together. If I find out that he’s cheating on me, I don’t know what I will do. I’ve been there before with Russell, I don’t think my heart can handle it again.

  Russell is my ex. I met him online, and never in a million years would I have thought I would fall for a guy I’d never met in person. But we hit it off right away. We’d been in contact for five months when one day, out of the blue, Russell announced he was coming to New York to be with me. He confessed he couldn’t take the long-distance-relationship thing anymore, and I couldn’t have been happier. I was so excited to finally be able to see him in person. I’d fallen quick and hard for Russell.

  Things were good for a while, Russell got a job as a surfing instructor training kids, and life with him was coming together. We were together a year when Russell came home from work one day and announced he was leaving me. Just like that! Said he’d met someone else, and that he was sorry things didn’t work out between us. I was devastated, so deeply in love with him I didn’t see it coming. After that I began to stalk him, had to know who he left me for. What a big mistake that was. Turned out she was thi
s beautiful woman, long blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous body. She looked like a Barbie doll.

  Getting over Russell wasn’t easy, and I’m glad I had Jasmine with me to help get me through it. I don’t think I could take it again if I found out Hawke was cheating on me.

  “Babe, you gonna come out, or what? I made you some coffee.”

  I quickly wipe my face with the towel and open the door. Hawke’s standing there with my coffee in hand, and a big smile.

  “Morning, baby,” he greets me, and leans in and gently kisses me on the lips before handing me my coffee. It takes everything in me not to crumble and ask him who the fuck Josie is, but I don’t. I need to give him the benefit of the doubt and let him tell me.

  I take a sip of my coffee and smile back at him. “That’s good.”

  Still smiling, Hawke crosses his arms over his chest. His muscles flex and I travel my gaze over him. His blond hair is in a messy bun now, white boxers still sitting low on his hips. He looks yummy. He has this indentation thing going on that I love so much, on each side of his hips, and his happy trail begins at his belly button and disappears under his boxers. My fingers itch to pull them down but I hear a growl come from him, and my eyes snap up to his. He unfolds his arms and grasps the back of my head, smashing his lips to mine. My coffee nearly spills over but I control it as my mouth opens to his, letting him know I’m willing to take all he has to give me. I taste his unique flavor along with coffee, and a moan escapes my lips when his tongue tangles with mine.

  Just as I’m about to inch closer so I can feel his body against me, he withdraws and holds my face between his hands. “Babe, as much as I wanna take this further, I can’t. I have church in an hour.”

  I frown. My head is screaming. Is he lying? Does he really have church, or is he seeing this Josie? I so desperately want to ask him who she is, but I don’t.