Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (The Hawke Family Book 1)

by Gwyn McNamee

  Hell yes!

  By the time I make it to bed, she’s back on her stomach, watching me with anticipation. She scoots back onto her heels to give me room to join her, and her breasts sway hypnotically. I can barely take my eyes off them as I climb onto the bed. The heat in her stare gives me goose bumps.

  She looks like she wants to devour me and fuck if I’m not ready to let her.

  The moment I settle in bed against my pillows, she’s on me, swinging her legs across my hips and straddling me.

  I don’t even have time to get my clothes off. She hovers with her lips an inch from mine and stares into my eyes. “You’re going to stop being so overprotective, right?” The heat of her core scorches my cock. She rubs against it and I can’t even pretend I’m not on the verge of coming in my pants.

  “Huh?”

  Did she ask me something?

  She brushes her lips against mine softly, barely touching them before pulling away. Her words finally register in my lust-hazed brain and I manage a quick, “Yes, of course,” before capturing her mouth in a full-blown, claiming kiss.

  I need her to know I’m sorry for being overbearing. Sort of. I won’t apologize for being worried about her, but I will try my best to keep my overprotective instincts under control.

  I need her to know I’m not going to let her go. I’ll do anything to make this work with her.

  I need her to know she’s mine. I just pray she feels the same way.

  While our mouths and tongues thrash together, her fingers deftly unbutton my shirt. She yanks it from my pants and pushes it down off my shoulders. She pulls away long enough to let me free it off my wrists and toss it across the room.

  She scrapes her nails down my bare chest and fire blazes through my body.

  Fuck yes!

  Maybe it’s because we just had a fight, a real one; or maybe it’s because we’ve waited so long for this moment. Whatever it is, the air is thick with unspoken words and I know tonight is important.

  To me.

  To her.

  To us.

  We need this. We need to solidify the relationship in a very tangible way, and it’s my fault we haven’t already. I’m not stupid. I know she’s frustrated with my continued avoidance of her touch. She has to know something’s up, but how the fuck can I tell her the last time she tried to grab my dick I fucking deflated like a Macy’s parade balloon after it smashes into a power line?

  Stop thinking about it, asshole.

  Her mouth on my collarbone breaks my brief moment of self-doubt and she slips the button of my pants open before sliding the zipper down. I didn’t intend to go commando today, but I forgot to throw my boxer briefs in my gym bag this morning.

  Thank fuck I was forgetful. It got me to this moment so much faster. She slips her hand into my pants and I hold my breath.

  When her fingers finally cup my cock, I’m momentarily in nirvana. I barely feel the bang of the back of my skull against the wooden headboard. The only thing in my world is the feeling of her warm hand on my flesh.

  She squeezes me gently and hums appreciatively in my ear.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” Her husky voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it and fuck if it doesn’t sound like pure, unadulterated lust. For me.

  I don’t know how the hell that happened, and now is not the time to question it. Not when I have a woman’s hand around my cock for the first time in over three years—my hard cock. Thank fuck!

  “Jesus!” I bite my lip to keep the string of profanity lingering there from erupting when her gentle squeezes and stroking pushes me almost to the point of no return.

  There’s no way I can have sex with her. I won’t last ten seconds.

  I reach down and grab her hand, stilling it just before she’s about to slide her thumb across the wet head of my cock. With my other hand, I cradle her face and tilt it up to find the expectant question in her blue eyes.

  Before she can ask, I lean down and kiss her, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth and meshing it with hers. She groans and sucks on my tongue while trying desperately to move her hand on my dick. I hold her still and break away from the kiss.

  “That’s exactly what I want you to do, Dani.”

  A blow job. I can handle a blow job.

  Just thinking about having her wet mouth suctioned around my cock has me throbbing under her palm.

  I know she feels it. The grin spreading across her face and the shimmering desire in her eyes confirms she knows exactly what she is doing to me.

  Oh, thank GOD!

  I’m finally going to taste him, take him in my mouth and work him up in a frenzy like he does to me all the time. And when we’re done, I’ll give him a little breather before I take what I so desperately need—his cock, inside me, filling and stretching me.

  A shudder of anticipation rolls through my body. I scoot down his long frame.

  This would be a hell of a lot easier if he didn’t have his pants on, but I’m not about to wait.

  Something about tonight has my already dangerously impatient libido racing to frantic levels. Maybe it was the argument. I guess this is kind of make-up sex.

  I’ve never had make-up sex before. That would require actually having someone to make-up with. This relationship stuff definitely has its drawbacks. I hate having to second-guess my actions because of what Savage may think—not that I have done that. But, after tonight, I kind of get it. I know he cares and worries and I know I won’t be able to get that out of my head.

  I care too damn much already.

  And I’m going to show him how much.

  His cock is hot and hard in my hand and I stroke it from root to tip, watching as more precum leaks from the tip. My mouth waters and I lick my lips. I’ve been fantasizing about what he would taste like since the moment I walked into his office.

  But I can’t dive right in. That won’t do at all.

  Fair is fair, and Savage relishes in torturing me with agonizingly slow attentions when he gets me off. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let him off that easily.

  Instant gratification is not in the game plan tonight, Savage. Sorry.

  Looking up, I meet his intent gaze. The struggle in his eyes gives me a satisfaction I never expected.

  I’m already getting to him and I’ve barely touched him.

  Oh, Savage, you have no fucking idea what you are in for.

  I don’t bother to hide my grin from him as I descend on his cock. The tip of my tongue meets the sensitive flesh just below the bulging head. He gasps. His body tenses under me and he digs his hands into my hair.

  Fuck yes.

  He groans when I slide my tongue down his entire length, wetting it and swirling the tip in slow, methodic circles.

  “Christ, Dani…”

  His head falls back against the headboard and his grip on my hair tightens.

  My slow torment of him continues as I slip my tongue along first one side, then the other, but never reaching the tip. He shifts slightly under me, and although I know he can feel what I’m doing to him, I wonder if he’s capable of thrusting up into my mouth. He hasn’t done it, so I’ll assume he can’t. It must be utter agony to not be able to take control like I know he wants to.

  Guilt forms in the pit of my stomach. I can’t torture him any more than what he has already suffered.

  I lick and suck my way up to the head of his cock and pause momentarily, looking up at the strained cords in his neck.

  Fuck, that’s hot. Neck porn at its finest.

  He drops his head down and his eyes meet mine. He needs this just as much as I do.

  Without looking away, I finally take him into my mouth completely, sucking him down as far as I can go.

  The sound he makes is more animal than human. It only spurs me on. I slip back up his cock, my tongue gliding along the underside of his flesh the entire way up.

  I pause to pay special attention to the sensitive head, sucking at it while his ey
es bore into me. With a grunt, he pushes on my head, urging me back down.

  His throbbing flesh tastes fucking fantastic, just like I knew it would. I don’t fight him. I let him guide me back down his shaft until he hits the back of my throat. I swallow and a litany of profanity spews from his mouth. He pushes even further and I tilt my head, opening my throat and accepting all of him.

  “Fuck, Dani!”

  My name on his lips, in his strangled screams, is like a prayer and I take full advantage. I swallow around his cock and pull back, reaching out and twisting my hand around the wet flesh as it exits my mouth.

  I suck and glide along his length—no longer concerned with dragging things out, just frantically needing to witness his release, to finally taste all of him.

  His cock swells in my mouth and I know it won’t be long.

  “Babe, I’m gonna come…”

  I know he’s warning me so I can pull away, but there’s no fucking way he’s coming anywhere but down my throat or in my pussy tonight. I hum around him and he tenses.

  “Fuck…” His hands tighten and pull on my hair and jets of cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat while I continue to suck and jerk his cock. I swallow around him, which only seems to draw out his orgasm.

  The tug on my hair and look of pure bliss on his face make my clit pulse and the desire to reach between my legs and touch myself is powerful, but I resist.

  I would much rather have him there.

  And, knowing Savage, he’s going to repay this favor in my favorite way—with that gloriously talented mouth of his.

  When his cock finally stops pulsing, I swallow what’s left in my mouth and slowly lick his over-sensitized flesh to get every last drop left there. He shudders and grabs my shoulders, jerking me up until I am face to face with him.

  His glassy gaze is precisely what I’ve longed to see, what I’ve longed to be the cause of.

  “Jesus, Dani. That was…” He shakes his head and a grin spreads across his face. “That was fucking incredible.”

  I return the grin and lean in to kiss him, stopping a hairsbreadth from his lips. “Good. That was the intention.”

  Our mouths collide. When he slips his tongue along my lips, I open to permit him entry into my mouth and I know he can taste his release there. It doesn’t stop him and I grind down against his semi-hard cock.

  He breaks away and licks his lips, cupping my face between his hands. “Time for me to return the favor.”

  “Tell me again why we’re up at the ass crack of dawn on a Saturday to go to the gym?”

  Shoot me now.

  I put the car in park and look over at Nora. She’s always so fucking nosy. “Because, I need to get in a better habit of going.”

  “Yeah, but why so early? You never get up early.”

  I’m not going to tell her the real reason. Nora made it very clear she doesn’t want to know about my relationship with Savage and I respect her desire to stay out of it. But I needed someone to come with me, to make my stalking look less obvious. Having a plausible excuse to be here when I know Savage will be here is essential to me maintaining my cool, calm, I’m-in-control appearance when, in truth, I’m absolutely crazy for this man.

  In the weeks since the baseball game, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how the accident changed Savage’s life. I didn’t know him before, and I realized I haven’t even bothered to try to find out more about what he does outside of spending his time with me.

  From what I’ve discerned, he was a pretty good athlete before the accident. I know he played baseball as a child and in high school and continued to box, despite his mother’s concern. The way he handled himself when the fight erupted at the club a couple weeks ago was clear evidence of his continued athleticism and that got me curious.

  After spending last night with Nora, I remembered he would be here this morning for his usual basketball game. Curiosity won out. Nora doesn’t need to know we are really here so I can see him on the court and see if him playing is as hot as I think it will be.

  “Because, if we are here early, the gym isn’t as crowded and we can get through our workouts without being gawked at and annoyed.”

  Sounds plausible.

  She rolls her eyes and huffs before throwing her door open and grabbing her gym bag from the back. Savage’s car is a few spots down from us, but I doubt Nora notices it. She’s probably used to seeing Gabe’s car at the club instead of Savage driving, but I know Gabe’s out of town this weekend and Savage is riding solo.

  I follow her into the building and look around. There’s no one at the front desk and, luckily, the place is basically deserted. Of the few people lingering around, no one even looks at us. I hadn’t really thought this out. I’m not even a member of this gym. I guess I figured I would ask for a trial membership or something when I got here. This saves me the trouble.

  “So, where to?” she asks, looking to me for direction.

  There’s a large hallway to our right and I hear yelling and other noises from down the corridor. It looks like the most promising place to find the court. “Um, I’m not sure. Let’s go see what’s down there.”

  Hopefully, it’s Savage.

  I want to see him in action.

  She looks annoyed but follows me anyway. The closer we get to the end of hall, the more nervous I become.

  Shit, what if he’s mad I’m here?

  We reach the open doors to a large gymnasium. I see Savage on the court instantly. He’s in a different chair than usual. This one is lower to the ground and the wheels are pitched out at an angle. He flies down the court, while simultaneously dribbling the ball. When he reaches the basket, he maneuvers around another player and easily makes his shot.

  The cut-off shirt he’s wearing allows me an amazing view of his arms.

  Sweet Lord.

  His muscles ripple and bulge with every move he makes and it’s sexy as fuck. Those arms have been wrapped around me, held me in place while he devoured my pussy…

  “Huh? Savage is here. Imagine that.” Nora’s snide comment breaks my momentary lapse into my sexual daydream.

  I restrain myself from rolling my eyes at her. “Well, look at that. He is.” I lace my voice with as much sweetness and surprise as possible, but I know I’m not fooling her. She knows me too well.

  “Did you really drag me here to stalk your boyfriend?”

  Yes.

  “No. Of course not. It’s just a happy coincidence that he has his basketball games on Saturday mornings.” She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. She’s pissed, and maybe she has a right to be, but there’s no harm in watching, even for her. Although, I guess watching your sister ogle your boss could be a tad uncomfortable.

  “I’m going to find a treadmill. Enjoy your stalking.”

  I lean against the doorjamb and watch the game continue. I don’t really understand the rules. Like baseball, I never watched or played basketball, so I’m not really following the game. That’s not why I’m here.

  My eyes follow Savage.

  He’s fucking impressive. I never really thought about the upper body strength it takes to do what he does, but it’s evident on the court. All the players are surprisingly agile in their chairs and all of them exude a competitive spirit I never expected. I guess I’ve been naïve and probably a bit uneducated in my belief that people like Savage lose all this with an injury like he has. It doesn’t appear to be slowing him down at all. I feel like a real asshole, again, for the way I ran when I found out he was in the chair.

  I know he’s forgiven me for the way I acted that day. He’s more than demonstrated his desire to make this work between us, despite my reservations, and I feel the same way.

  Still, we haven’t moved any closer to actually sealing the deal and my frustration is growing, especially when I see him like this. While blowing him is pretty fucking incredible, and he never fails to get me off, multiple times, every time, it isn’t enough and I’ve been avoiding it like the elephan
t in the room.

  Instead of focusing on the problems in our relationship, I’ve been taking my mother’s advice and enjoying the things that do work, which is basically everything else. He makes me happy. The problem is, he also makes me hornier than a dog in heat.

  The play on the court ceases. He moves to a row of benches and grabs a towel and water bottle before turning toward the door. His eyes flash when he sees me and then a smile spreads across his face.

  I felt her eyes on me before I saw her. The moment the game ended, my eyes found hers and my heart began racing even harder than it had during the game. I stop in front of her and stare up into her beautiful face.

  How can I miss her so much when it’s only been one day?

  “Hey, what are you doing here?”

  She smiles and pushes herself up off the jamb. “Oh, Nora and I came to work out.”

  I let her obvious lie skate. She’s a terrible liar, but I don’t care why she’s really here. I’m just so damn happy to see her.

  “I missed you last night,” The words are inadequate to describe what I was really feeling at the club. With Gabe gone, I was forced to stay all night. I spent the vast majority of it thinking about Dani and wondering why I was so stupid and told her not to come spend the night. Over the last several weeks, I’ve grown accustomed to coming home and having her in my bed.

  The sense of contentment I feel when I see her under the sheets, waiting for me, is only broken by the unshakable fear that she’ll see my scars or I’ll have another failure to launch. Keeping her from knowing the truth has been exhausting and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.

  “Me, too.” The sincerity in her reply and heat in her gaze tells me all I need to know. She’s no longer fighting this thing between us. She’s finally resigned herself that being in a relationship isn’t a bad thing.

  “Did you catch any of the game?”

  Her eyes spark. She nods. “I did. I have to say, I’m impressed.”

  Impressed?

  “Oh, really?”

  She leans down and presses her lips to mine briefly before pulling away slightly. “Oh, yes. In fact, it was sexy as hell watching you play. I wish I could join you in the locker room right now.”