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

by J. A. Collard

  “Hawke, someone is going to hear us.”

  “Shush,” he whispers against my neck. “No one is going to hear us if we keep quiet.”

  Excitement fills me, and I’m roughly turned around once my jeans are unclasped. My hands rest on the small basin, and Hawke rolls my jeans down my hips. I stare at him in the mirror, and love the savage look in his eyes as he pulls my panties down next. I groan when Hawke lifts up my top and trails hot, wet kisses down my back, then licks the area at the base of it. He dips a finger between my asscheeks and circles my entrance there. I moan as he inserts his pinkie and moves his index finger down to my pussy, entering me there as well.

  “Hawke,” I gasp, and his free hand comes up to cover my mouth.

  “Quiet, baby,” he warns. He trails the wetness from my pussy to my ass. He continues doing that before stopping to remove something from his jeans.

  My mouth is free again and I rub my lips together.

  “Suck on this.”

  I stare at Hawke, stunned when I see the butt plug from last night in his hand. The look of desire on his face has me opening my mouth and sucking on it without any hesitation.

  “Roll your tongue around it.”

  I do as Hawke commands, and a moan escapes my lips when he rubs his erect cock against my bare ass. The feel of denim against my sensitive skin has me pushing back on him.

  “That’s enough,” he orders, and I open my mouth and let him take the plug out. His finger enters my pussy again. I feel myself soaking his hand.

  “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

  “Hawke,” I beg.

  He licks around the shell of my ear, and whispers, “Bend over.”

  I would do anything Hawke asked of me at this moment. I need him to give me what my body’s craving. My legs shake as I bend forward and lift my ass in the air.

  “You ready, baby?”

  “Yes,” I say huskily.

  His finger pumps inside my pussy a couple of times before he removes it, and slowly enters my ass instead. I hold my breath ready for the pain, but there’s none. If anything, he’s not doing it quickly enough.

  I feel the coldness of the plug against my entrance, and he slowly pushes it into my ass. “Oh, my God!”

  “It’s in baby.” He twists it and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep inside me. I’m so turned on I don’t care where we are, or how loud I am. I want more.

  Hawke leans forward and kisses my asscheek before lifting my panties back into place, followed by my jeans.

  “Okay, baby, you can get up now.”

  I straighten, and cry out when I feel the plug enter me further. My face heats and my clit throbs with need. I zip my jeans and button them.

  Hawke turns me to face him. “How does it feel?”

  My breath catches at the turning movement, the plug shifting inside, and it takes me a moment to answer him. “It feels good.” Hawke’s smile widens, and he kisses me hard as his hands tighten around my body, palming my buttcheeks. “Oh!” I say against his lips.

  He chuckles. “Baby, you’re gonna be so hot for me. You’re gonna want me to fuck you in your damn seat.”

  I don’t doubt it. I’m already close to coming.

  He gives me one last peck and adjusts his cock. “I’ll meet you out there. I gotta calm the fuck down before I come in my jeans.”

  I laugh, then freeze when a rush of heat hits my core, almost unbearable pleasure washing through me.

  Hawke opens the door of the tiny bathroom, glances left and right, then walks back to our seats. I look at myself in the mirror above the sink. “What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper. I smile at my reflection, thinking about how I just allowed my boyfriend to put a butt plug up my ass in an aircraft bathroom.

  Opening the door, I slowly exit and look ahead, noticing Hawke is already seated. Every step I take delivers an ache within me. I finally take my seat, shutting my eyes to calm my breathing.

  Hawke leans in to me, and whispers, “Everything okay?”

  He knows exactly how “okay” I am. I bite down on my bottom lip and look deep into his eyes, traveling my tongue around my lips.

  Two can play this game.

  Our mood is soon broken when the pilot announces we’ll be taking off soon. The safety demonstration begins, and I try to concentrate but fail miserably when Hawke lightly brushes my thigh with his fingers. I frown and look over to him. “Feeling better, are we?” I ask. His worries about flying seem to have vanished.

  “I’ve got something else on my mind that’s taken over my thoughts,” he answers, his gaze heated.

  I smirk. I notice the announcements have stopped, and the engines are getting louder.

  “Everyone, please fasten your seat belts. We should be arriving in Tennessee at 1400 hours. Weather is sunny, and we should have a clear landing.”

  The plane starts to move slowly away from the terminal, and I take Hawke’s hand in mine. He continues to look outside the window, but when the plane increases its speed and we take off, Hawke shuts his eyes and grips my hand a little too tight. Me, on the other hand, I feel like I’m going to die of pleasure as the weight of the plug hits a certain spot inside that has me close to coming apart.

  Hawke releases my hand once the plane has leveled out and is steady. Cynthia chooses that time to approach us. Give it up will you. He’s mine.

  “Can I get you both anything?”

  “I’m fine, thank you,” I reply, trying to get comfortable in my seat.

  Hawke chuckles, and goose bumps cover my arms. I’m so close to coming it’s taking over my every thought.

  “And for you, sir?”

  “No, thank you,” Hawke responds without moving his gaze from me. I see hunger in his eyes. If he doesn’t watch it, I’m going to ride him right here and now, not caring who’s watching. He’s wearing dark blue jeans, and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, allowing his tattoos to be visible. He’s not wearing his cut, Quill didn’t want them to advertise they were members of a MC, and I have to admit, he looks yummy. His scent, cologne and coconut shampoo, reach my senses, making me want to kiss him.

  “Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll let you two be….” We don’t respond to Cynthia’s parting words, too focused on each other.

  “Hawke,” I pant.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  My breathing is rapid, and I clutch at his muscled thigh. He looks around, then smiles down at me. “I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

  Relief washes over me. “How?” I ask looking around us, noticing everyone is now in their seats, their attention somewhere else.

  “Don’t you worry about how, I’ve got you covered.”

  Hawkes lifts the armrest between us, and raises his arm and puts it around my shoulders, bringing me into him. I scoot closer once the seat belt sign is off. Hawke’s fingers run down my arm, and the touch hits me all the way to my core. I rest my head on his shoulder as his other hand runs up the inside of my thigh. With each movement leading him closer to my center, I feel wetter. Two digits rub over the denim between my thighs, and I gasp at the intensity of my arousal. He begins to put pressure on my clit and I bite down on his shoulder, trying to conceal my moans. His fingers circle my clit, and without warning he unzips my jeans and pushes his hand through the opening.

  “Oh, God,” I whisper against his neck, licking a trail from his ear to his shoulder. I discreetly cup his cock and squeeze.

  “Oh, fuck, Lu.” Hawke grunts, removing his hand from my jeans and covering mine on his groin. “No, baby, this is about your pleasure, not mine. You can make it up to me tonight,” he whispers against my hairline. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of riding him later on. His hand moves back to the opening of my jeans.

  Thank God we’re in business class; it’s a little more private.

  He pushes my panties aside and slides his fingers through my folds. I buck my hips when he inserts a finger, riding it as he thrusts steadily inside
of me. “More,” I moan trying to keep my voice low.

  Hawke chuckles and inserts another finger. “Oh fuck!” He flicks my clitoris, and I’m gone. I’m coming so hard my whole body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm. His mouth crashes down on mine, taking in all my moans. He continues to pump his fingers inside me until I’m convulsing around them.

  Once I’m down from my high, he withdraws his fingers and takes them to his mouth, licking them before sucking them whole into his mouth. I freeze as I watch his eyes close in ecstasy, as if he’s tasting a delicious morsel. My body’s limp but I have just enough strength left to do up the zip on my jeans. I look down at Hawke’s lap, his cock is hard and straining against his own jeans.

  He notices my gaze and adjusts it, smiling at me. “Just give me a minute, it will calm down.”

  “Do you want me to help you with that?”

  Hawke raises his eyebrows. “Baby, you can help me tonight when no one is around. You can scream out my name as I fuck you over and over.”

  I swallow hard and Hawke’s husky laugh has me looking back up at him.

  “I’m going to go take this thing out,” I say, slowly getting up out of my seat.

  “Do you want a hand?” he asks, a glint in his eye.

  “Oh, no! I can do it myself,” I reply nervously.

  I steady myself on my feet, they feel a little shaky, and slowly walk toward the bathroom.

  Hawke

  “Coming!” I shout, and gently remove Luisa’s hand from around my stomach to answer the door to our hotel room. Jasmine’s mom and dad had offered to have us stay at their home, but we wanted to give Jasmine and Quill some privacy. And to be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about fucking Luisa at Jasmine’s folks’ house. The woman likes to scream.

  “Where are you going?” Luisa asks sleepily. Her eyes are still shut, and she doesn’t wait for me to answer before she’s cuddling my pillow and falling asleep again.

  Another knock.

  I shove the door open, not caring that I’m butt naked, and my eyes widen when I see Jasmine.

  “Hawke, put some clothes on,” she whines, placing a hand over her eyes.

  “Why? Don’t act like you don’t wanna see it.”

  “Hawke, please. I’m going to have nightmares after this.”

  “Nightmares? More like wet dreams.”

  “You wish,” Jasmine jokes, and removes her hand from her face, walking under my arm and into our room.

  “Come in why don’t you,” I say sarcastically.

  She turns to face me, her cheeks flushing when her gaze moves down my body and lands on my cock, before quickly shifting to the ceiling.

  “For the love of God, Hawke, put on some clothes!” Luisa yells from the bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

  I grab my jeans from a chair beside the bed and pull them on. My phone slips out from a pocket and I pick it up, checking it for messages. I see three missed calls from Josie and curse under my breath.

  “What was that, Hawke?” Jasmine asks.

  I turn to face her, trying to conceal the sudden anger I’m feeling at the missed calls. Josie just won’t leave me the fuck alone.

  “Jasmine, what are you doing here this early?” Luisa interrupts as she grabs the clock from the bedside table. It’s 8:30 a.m.

  Jasmine sinks onto the bed, twisting her hands in her lap. “I can’t sleep, Lu. I’m worried something’s going to go wrong. What if…?”

  “Stop it,” Luisa says, putting a hand up to shush Jasmine. “Nothing’s gonna happen. Everything will be perfect.”

  “Yeah, but….”

  “No buts. You’re getting married tomorrow, and everything’s organized.”

  “I know you’re right, I’m just… just so nervous.”

  I walk up to Jasmine and squeeze her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be worried about, darlin’. Quill loves you, he would do anything to make sure you’re happy. And you love him, that’s all that matters,” I say in all seriousness.

  Jasmine looks over her shoulder at me and arches her brow. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”

  I rub my hand on my chest. “What can I say, I’m a sweet guy.”

  “Oh, boy,” Luisa says rolling her eyes. “Here he goes, thinking he’s God’s gift to women.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “Not God’s gift to women, sweetheart. Only yours.” I wink at Luisa, and she smiles at me and bites down on her bottom lip.

  “I need to get out of here,” Jasmine says getting up from the bed. “I know that look.”

  “What look?” Lu replies scrunching up her face, pretending to be all shocked and innocent.

  “Like you don’t know. I’ll leave you two alone for now, but Lu, I’ll meet you in town at eleven to get the flowers organized for the wedding. They’ve told me they have plenty of red roses available to buy.”

  Lu’s eyes are on me the whole time Jasmine is talking, her gaze traveling down my torso until it lands on my unbuttoned jeans. Teasing her, I scratch my chest, then run my hand down my stomach, hooking my finger on the side of my jeans. Lu’s eyes hood over with desire, and I smile at her wolfishly.

  “Lu!” Jasmine says sternly, clicking her fingers in front of Luisa’s face. “Did you hear me?”

  Her eyes turn to Jasmine, and Luisa smiles. “Sorry… I was a little distracted.”

  Jasmine puffs out a breath. “Yeah, I can see that. Don’t forget, 11:00 a.m.”

  “Yeah, yeah, she’ll be there. Now, can I walk you out?” I ask, eager as fuck to get Jasmine out of here so I can give Luisa what she wants.

  “Fine, I’ll get out of here, but don’t make me come back, Lu. You’ll be there, right? I need your help.”

  “Of course I’ll be there,” Lu replies, and smirks at me.

  “You two are unbelievable.”

  Jasmine walks over to the bedroom door, opening it. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “Yeah, see ya,” I state, shutting the door on Jasmine, not caring about anything else other than eating Luisa’s pussy for breakfast.

  I stalk toward her, and she drags her body further up the bed, laughing. “Hawke, what are you doing?”

  I stop once I reach the edge of the bed, and crawl up the mattress to her. “I think you know,” I say huskily, and inch down the sheet that’s covering her body. She doesn’t protest, letting the sheet fall away. Licking my lips at the vision of her tits, I waste no time in covering her body and smashing my lips to hers, enjoying the way she pulls at my hair. I leave her lips and lick a trail down to her neck, sucking hard on the sweet skin there and leaving my mark on her.

  She gasps. “Shit, Hawke, you’ll leave a mark. What will that look like at the wedding?”

  Ignoring her protests, I move back up to her ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth, and whisper, “Don’t give a fuck, you’re mine, and only mine. Other brothers need to see that.”

  She moans when I squeeze her tit in my calloused hand, pulling on her nipple. I trail a wet path of tongue and teeth down between her breasts, rubbing my beard over the sensitive buds, and she cries out at the sensation.

  Her ass rises off the bed, rubbing her core against my throbbing cock. She whimpers when I slide my fingers through her wet folds. “Always fucking ready for me, Lu. You’re soaking my hand.” Entering a finger inside her heat, I press against her clit with the palm of my hand, inserting another finger when she moans, hitting that spot she loves so much. Her legs tremble around me as I pump my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, sucking on her nipple and flicking it with my tongue. She arches her back and moans loudly again. This is exactly why I didn’t want to stay at Jasmine’s parents’ house, I love my baby loud, not holding back anything she’s feeling.

  I remove my fingers from her pussy, leaving a wet path down to her ass, and insert one finger, continuing to rub her clit with my palm. Her eyes make contact with mine, and widen when I insert a second finger, getting her ready to accept my cock.

  “Oh my God, Hawke. I’m so full
of you.”

  I raise my head up from her chest, and fingerfuck her hard and fast. She gasps wildly, and I cover her cries with my mouth, wanting to feel her pleasure on my tongue. I pull back slightly. “I want you here, now,” I demand, moving my fingers faster. “Give it to me, Lu. Will you give it to me now?” I hold her gaze, her eyes hooded with desire. She nods her head feebly, and I smirk. “I need to hear it, baby.”

  I pump faster inside her ass, loving how tight it feels around my fingers. “Yes, Hawke. Take it, it’s yours.”

  I get up off the bed, pulling my jeans down and kicking them off. I grasp my shaft at the base and pump a couple of times before kneeling on the bed and moving between her thighs. Luisa sits up on her elbows watching me intently. Without warning I push myself into her pussy, making her fall back against the bed and moan when I’m seated to the hilt. We move in sync, unable to keep still, her pelvis thrusting against my penetrations. I rotate my hips, carrying my weight on my forearms, loving her cries of pleasure. I bite down on her shoulder before leaning further and taking her breast into my mouth, pulling on the soft skin with my teeth, leaving more marks.

  She’s close, I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock. I lean back on my knees, removing myself, and move slightly south, inserting the tip of my cock in her ass. Her eyes lock on mine and I run my hands down her silken thighs. I slowly inch in. “Breathe, baby,” I order, gritting my teeth at the tight heat surrounding me. “Feel me.” She squeezes her eyes shut, and with my thumb I push on her nub, rotating it on the swollen bud. Her eyes fly open, pure pleasure written in them. I push myself into her halfway while continuing to play with her clit. She pushes down onto me, making me moan as her movement causes me to move deeper. Rocking my hips slowly, I begin to slide in and out.

  “Oh, my God,” she cries out, grasping the sheets either side of her.

  She’s panting, squeezing her tits together. “You like that baby?”

  “Yes, God yes. Don’t stop.”

  “Wasn’t goin’ to.” I spit on my thumb a few times, rubbing it around where we’re joined, getting her ready for what’s to come. I’d be more prepared next time, but there was no way I’d be able to stop now that she was letting me in. I start thrusting deeper and deeper inside her ass, pulling out only halfway with each stroke, not wanting to leave her tight heat. I kiss her hard, and we’re both in a wild frenzy, teeth clashing, our tongues stroking one another’s. I cradle her face between my hands, holding her mouth captive to mine, at the same time fucking her ass.