by Carol Dawn
I pull my hips back until only the head of my cock remains in his body, then I slam forward. I keep at a relentless pace until I feel my balls tighten.
I reach down and stroke Phoenix’s cock.
“I need you to come, baby,” I tell him. “Please, tell me you’re ready to come.”
He thrusts his hips up into my hand as I slam my cock into his ass over and over.
He gives me a vigorous nod.
“Then come for me, sweet boy. Come for me and milk my cock.”
“Yes, Hawk. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.”
A few more thrusts of my hips and my man is coming all over my hand. The muscles in his ass squeeze my cock and I’m lost. I throw my head back and scream my release.
I fall forward and just barely catch myself before squashing my man. I lean in and kiss him. With a swipe of my tongue, he opens for me and I slowly explore his mouth while I wait for our hearts to slow down.
My softening cock slides out and I lean back to get a look at my work. My come starts trickling out so I swipe it up and gently rub his abused hole.
“That was…amazing,” he sighs. “When can we do that again?”
I laugh and move to lay beside him.
“If I could, we would do that once an hour,” I tell him. “But you’re going to be sore for a couple of days and I don’t want to do anything to cause you any pain. But, know this, sweet boy. Once your sexy and fuck hole is used to my cock, expect it no less than once a day.”
“I am so okay with that,” he says, snuggling into my side.
I fall asleep with my arms and my heart full.
Chapter Fifteen
Slim
I’ve been here for three weeks now. Hawk and I got into our first real argument last night. It was a very short argument because once he said his peace, the brute seduced me right back into his bed before I had a chance to rebuttal. Now, I’m making breakfast wondering what the hell happened.
“You know,” I say, flipping a pancake. “I don’t think it’s really fair that you use your sexiness to get your way.”
Hawk walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“My sexiness?” he chuckles.
“Yes! Every single time I say something that you don’t like, you do something to make me forget.”
“Mmm, I see,” he says, kissing down my neck. “And what might those things be?”
“Oh,” I breathe. “You know. Grabbing my ass. Kissing my neck. Talking. Moving. Breathing. Those sorts of things.”
“Those are some reasonable concerns,” he nips at my shoulder blade. “I’m going to take a shower before heading out this morning.”
“And when you say things like that,” I shout at his retreating back. “Damnit, Hawk. You made me burn the pancakes.”
His laughter is cut off when he closes the bathroom door.
I toss the burnt pancakes and pour fresh batter into the pan.
Needing a distraction, I find my music list on my laptop and connect it to the Bluetooth speakers in the kitchen. I crank those puppies up and get my dance on. I flip the flapjack before closing my eyes and moving my body to the beat.
It feels so good to just let go and dance. To focus only on my body and the way it moves.
Hands land on my hips and I’m pulled back against a hard, wet body.
I don’t bother opening my eyes. I just enjoy the feeling of the man behind me. The pressure of his hands on my hips, his lips pressed to my skin, his hard cock nestled against my ass.
“You look so sexy dancing around our kitchen, sweet boy,” he growls in my ear. “Your body moves so gracefully. It’s beautiful and fucking sinful at the same time.”
“It’s just dancing, Hawk. Nothing sinful about it.”
“You only say that because you haven’t seen how you dance. It’s like you’re making passionate love on the dance floor, baby. I fucking hate knowing you’ve been to clubs where other men have watched you fuck the air around you. I wish I could tear their eyes out.”
I bask in his jealousy. Knowing that he feels so strongly for me only makes me love him even more.
We slow dance around the kitchen, even though the song is a fast beat. I’m wrapped in Hawk’s arms and there’s no place I’d rather be.
“When’s breakfast?” he asks.
Breakfast? What he’s talking… Oh fuck, the pancakes.
“Damnit Hawk, you made me burn another batch,” I whine.
“I’m sorry, sweet boy,” he says, clearly not sorry at all. “Was it the sexiness again?”
“I hate you,” I lie. “And since we’re on the subject of you abusing your sexy power, let’s get back to last night's topic.”
A dark look crosses his face.
“I’ve already told you, Phoenix. There’s no need for you to move back into that apartment. I want you to stay here with me.”
“And, I told you, Logan,” I can do first names, too. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome. You will get tired of me eventually if you see me every single day.”
Hawk takes the spatula out of my hands that I didn’t realize I was using to point at him with. He pulls me behind him and walks us to the living-room couch. He sits and pulls me onto his lap.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” he says, calmly. “When I say, I love you, I mean that in the deepest way possible. I love you so deeply that my soul cries out for yours when we’re apart. I crave not only your body, but your mind, your voice, your touch, you smile, and so much more.
The thought of you not sleeping in our bed at night drives me insane. The thought of you not even in our home at night makes me want to kill. I need you, baby. I need you to be here with me for the rest of our lives. I need you at my side for every adventure we take together.
If you don’t want to live here, we will find some other place. Fuck, I’ll build you a home wherever you want.” He pulls me tighter against his body. “Please, baby. Please don’t move out.”
Wow! Are there any words I can put together to even follow that? Some might find his desire to be a bit much. Me? Not so much. Turns out, I love being wrapped around Hawk. Be it with his body, his actions or his words.
“My home will always be wherever you are, Hawk,” I say, truthfully. “I never wanted to leave. I was just afraid of being too much. Because I can be, Hawk. I can be too much. I have too many shoes, and I’m kind of messy. My makeup is always spread out around the bathroom and there’s hardly any room for your stuff. I use all of the hot water, I don’t share my chocolate, I wear heels, makeup, and dresses in public. Not to mention, I spend most of my life behind some screen. I’m a lot to deal with,” I admit.
He leans in and kisses me softly.
“I’ll build you an extra closet for your shoes and colossal amount of clothes. I happen to enjoy cleaning, so your messiness is no problem,” he winks. “We have a guest room we can set up as your makeup room. Put in extra lights and one of those desks with a mirror. Either way, I don’t need a lot of space in the bathroom.
I happen to need cold showers when I’m around you, so use all the hot water you like. I don’t care for chocolate. I think you look fucking sexy in heels, makeup, and dresses. And seeing you do your nerd thing turns me on. Anything else?”
“You are certifiably insane,” I laugh.
“Being in love does that to a man,” he says, seriously.
“You’re such a sap,” I kiss his lips. “You better get going before the Prez kills you.”
He taps my hips and I stand up.
“Nah,” Hawk says. “Bear won’t kill me if I’m late. But I will be forcibly volunteered to go in Trigger’s room if need be. All latecomers are. Poor Brick is always late.”
He leans down to give me one last toe-curling kiss before he walks out and shuts the door.
“Set the alarm, baby,” he says from outside the door.
Cracking a smile, I turn around and set the alarm to the cabin.
&n
bsp; Overprotective male!
Chapter Sixteen
Hawk
“Who’s running the bar tonight?” I ask my brother.
“Well,” Bear says, taking a drink of my beer. “I was going to have Trigger handle it but he’s in a grumpy mood.”
I glance over at said grump and see his normal every-day scowl.
“How can you tell?” I ask my twin. “I thought that was his, if I don’t eat soon, I’m going to kill someone, face.”
“Nah! Close though,” chuckles Bear. “Today’s face is the, if you so much as glance at me today I’m going to kill you and your whole family, face.”
“Ah, I see it now,” I laugh. “It’s the eye twitch.”
“Yep,” Brick says from behind me. “It’s the days when both eyes twitch that you need to be extra cautious. One time, on a two eye-twitch day, I asked Trigger if he would hand me a beer, you know since he was the one behind the counter. He grabbed the bottle, the full unopened bottle, I might add, and tossed it right at my face. Fucker nearly killed me.”
“You deserved it,” Bear says, laughing. “If I’m remembering correctly, you kept putting fucking balloons in his room. You got lucky that he only nearly killed you.”
“It was his birthday,” Brick says. “And I wasn’t the only culprit. It was Ink’s idea. He was just too much of a pussy to take them to Trigger’s room himself.”
“I was summoned?” Ink says.
“Tell them that it was your idea about the balloons on Trigger’s birthday,” Brick demands.
Ink’s face takes on a look of pure innocence. “Whatever are you talking about, dear Brick?”
“Oh, fuck you man,” Brick shouts. “One day that man’s going to kill me because I keep taking all the blame for you fuckers being pussies.”
“How is it that he can even pull one over on you?” Ink asks. “You’re fucking huge man. You have to be at least six and a half feet.”
“I’m around seven feet,” Brick corrects. “And he’s an emotionless psycho most days. That’s how he gets one over on me. He doesn’t give a fuck if he breaks a bone. His or mine.”
“That’s why we love him,” Rose says, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “I wouldn’t say he’s emotionless. He has more emotion than anyone I’ve ever met. He’s just so dang stubborn and holds it all in. But if you really look into his eyes you would see a depth of emotion just waiting to be released.
His devotion to all of you is staggering. He loves each and every one of us. He would protect us all with his life. Does that really sound like someone who lacks any emotion?”
We all stare at Rose in stunned silence.
“Well, hell,” Ink says. “When did you start getting all philosophical on us?”
Rose giggles and heads back towards Bella.
“My woman is something else,” Bear says, watching her walk away.
“I’ll work the bar,” Ink says. “I have Scott working Inked today. I’ll have to go over and do inventory later tonight, but until then I’m not needed.”
Bear nods his agreement before assigning everyone else their jobs for the day. We earn our money the legal way. We work our asses off running legit businesses.
The Bar, Ink’s tattoo shop, Repair shop, Stripper club, and a few mom and pop businesses around Lebanon.
We try our best to stay on the legal side of things.
Sort of.
As long as our family isn’t being messed with, we stay on the legal side of things.
I know one thing is for sure, I can’t wait to wrap my hands around Phoenix’s uncle's throat the second he’s within reach.
“Holy fuck,” Ink says, wistfully. “I think I might be gay.”
I look in the direction he’s gawking at and see the man who consumes my every thought walking my way.
Holy fuck is right. Phoenix is wearing a black shirt with a black leather jacket. The tightest fucking jeans I have ever seen. And sexy black heels.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, huskily, before pulling him into my arms and kissing him until we’re both gasping for air.
“Well, hello to you, too,” he pants. “I came to get my tablets from my room. But you are more than welcome to do that anytime you want.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck and breathe.
“Hawk, your beard is tickling me,” he laughs.
I just smile and kiss where my lips rest.
He pulls away before I’m ready and rushes upstairs.
“You’re not gay, Ink,” Bear says. “You just got lost in the moment because Slim is so fucking beautiful.”
“It’s the purple eyeshadow and those fuck-me heels,” I say with a grin. “You can’t help but stop and stare.” I turn to glare at my brothers. “Stare too long and I’ll break your fucking faces.”
Bear laughs and sends everyone off to do their jobs. I see Phoenix returning and I rush to meet him.
“How did you get here?” I pull in him back into my arms. I can’t help but touch him every chance I get.
“I drove my car,” he says. “Doc said I’m fine to drive as long as I’m not taking any pain meds.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I just needed to get my tablets. I’m actually heading back home because the security giant is coming over to secure camera’s near Bear and Rose’s place and at the end of the driveway.”
“I thought that wasn’t until tomorrow?” I ask.
“He called and said he was heading out of town tomorrow and asked if he could swing by today and get it done. I told him I didn’t mind. I hope that was okay.”
Phoenix looks down and picks non-existent lint off of his shirt.
Reaching for his chin, I lift his face up.
“Of course, it is baby,” I kiss his forehead. “Just call me when Hulk gets there and when he leaves.”
One of those shy smiles spreads across his face.
“I will,” he says. “But I have to go now or I’m going to be late.”
He reaches up and kisses me before turning to leave. Once he reaches the door, I call out.
“Hey, Phoenix.”
Turning, he stares at me. Waiting.
“I love you.”
I can see his face redden from where I stand.
“I love you, too, you big oaf.”
I wait until he leaves the building before turning and heading to my brother’s office.
“Such a sap,” is the first thing he says.
“Like you’re not the same with Rose,” I tease.
“Speaking of,” he smiles. “There’s something I need to tell you before everyone else finds out.”
He doesn’t say anything but the look on his face doesn’t have me worried. And he calls me the sap.
“She’s pregnant, man.”
“You serious?” I ask, shocked. “I’m going to be a favorite uncle?”
Bear laughs. “Well, you’re going to be an uncle. But I think Slim might end up being the favorite.”
“Yeah,” I smile. “You’re probably right. Holy fuck, man. Congrats.”
I walk over and pull my brother into my arms. I’m over the moon for him and Rose.
“You’re going to be a daddy, man,” I whisper in his ear.
“Yeah,” he says, choked up. “I can’t wait. I wish Pa was here to meet Rose, Slim, and my child. He would have made such a great grandpa.”
“He would have made one massively overprotective grandpa,” I say.
We laugh, still embraced.
Not ready to let go, and knowing my brother isn’t ready, I squeeze him tighter.
After we collect ourselves, I head straight out the door and to Rose. I don’t say anything, I just pick her up and spin her around circles. Enjoying the sound of her laughter.
After setting her back down, I kiss her forehead and lean down.
“Thank you,” I whisper in her ear.
When I stand up straight and look down at her, she has tears running down her face.
; “You’re lucky those are happy tears, brother,” Bear says, wrapping his arms around Rose.
I chuckle and move to stand beside Bear.
“Listen up, fuckers,” I yell. “Your prez has something he wants to say.”
A few brothers are out working, but everyone else turns and stares at Bear.
A giant grin spreads across my twin’s face before he shouts, “I’m going to be a daddy.”
The room erupts in cheers and shouts of congratulations. Rose is wrapped in arm after arm.
“I already told Slim,” Rose says when she finally makes her way back to Bear’s side. “He knew yesterday because I needed his help researching symptoms. I made him promise not to tell you before Bear could do it. He only promised because it wasn’t a life or death secret.”
I smile at my sister-in-law. “Talk to him about anything, sweet Rose,” I tell her. “If you want to keep it secret, then there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“As long as it’s not a secret that can get one of you hurt,” Bear adds.
We spend the next several hours going over business papers and expenses. The part of a biker club that no one wants to know even exists. The very boring part.
My phone vibrates in my pocket giving me the out I need to get away from all the paperwork.
My Sweet Boy: Hulk left. He said that he added three more cameras. Two near Bear’s and one at the end of the driveway. He also said he’s sorry that he had to come at the last minute and will check in when he gets back.
Hawk: What happened to messaging me when he first got there?
My Sweet Boy: He was in such a rush that I was just trying to help him. I guess he has a family emergency and needed to leave tonight. I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad.
Hawk: I’m not mad, baby. I just worry about absolutely everything that involves you.
I can picture him rolling his eyes.
My Sweet Boy: You do realize that you can check the cameras from your phone, right?
My Sweet Boy: Oh, God. Please, don’t do that all the time. What if I’m dancing. Or have an itch that I can’t reach, and you watch me trying to pretzel myself in order to get to it. What if I’m trying to get a stubborn booger out of my nose and you only start watching just as I get it and you witness the absolute gleefulness at my victory, and I do my booger victory dance.
