Retribution (The Protectors 3)

“Shit,” I bit out as Hawke began to follow my motion as I fingered myself. The burn had returned the moment he’d slipped inside of me, but it wasn’t enough. “More,” I demanded as I pulled my finger free and braced my hands on the door. Another one of Hawke’s fingers joined the first and I didn’t hesitate to bump my hips back so I could fuck myself on them.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Hawke snarled just before his mouth closed over mine. He fucked my mouth as ruthlessly as he fucked my body and I could feel my orgasm starting to build. But then he took it all away in one swift move and I found myself being spun around and slammed back against the door. I saw what he needed from me as soon as our eyes connected, and the second his name slipped from my lips, he yanked me forward for a demanding, no holds barred kiss. And then he was dragging me down to the floor and covering my body with his.

Chapter Nineteen

Hawke

I’d promised myself to be gentle with Tate, but watching him finger fuck himself had done me in. My entire body was burning with need and my only hope was that I could keep my lust in check so that I wouldn’t hurt him when I entered him. The reminder of what I’d done to him two nights ago actually sobered me in a way that words couldn’t and as I settled my weight on top of Tate as I kissed him, I calmed my mind and focused on his needs rather than my own.

Because this time I would make it perfect for him.

Just in case it was the last time.

I hadn’t been a hundred percent sure Tate would give himself to me after we’d left the drug store considering how distant he’d been from the time we’d left Lulling. From the moment I’d heard Reggie say Buck and Denny had aligned themselves with another drug dealer, I’d known Tate’s role in helping me find his father and brother had come to an end. Because while I was sure I could handle myself in any situation that came up in Laredo or wherever my journey would ultimately lead me, I wasn’t as certain I could protect Tate. And that had sealed it for me. I would keep my promise to Tate that he was going home to his son, and I would spend however many hours we had left trying to get as much of him as I could.

With that thought in mind, I eased off on the demanding kiss and just pressed gentle kisses against Tate’s lips until his harsh breathing eased and he began to seek out more of my mouth. I let him take control of the kiss and reveled in the feel of his tongue sliding against mine. His arms came up to wrap around me, but the lack of contact between his skin and mine was a reminder that I was still wearing my shirt. I lifted just enough to pull it off, but Tate followed me up and wrapped his arm around my waist as he continued kissing me. I was on my knees between his spread legs and had a choice of trying to maintain the awkward angle or lowering Tate back to the floor. But as he pressed closer to me, I made up my mind and sat back on my heels, pulling Tate along with me so that he was straddling my lap. He took complete advantage of the new position and held my face as he kissed me with everything he had. His palms were pressed against my sides and I shivered as one hand stroked over my scarred flesh while the other hand settled on my left pectoral muscle…right over the spot where Revay’s words were tattooed on my skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Hawke,” Tate whispered as he drew back from me a little bit. “So strong.” His eyes held mine and he shook his head just a little bit. “I ache for you,” he added and I could tell just by the open yearning in his gaze that he didn’t mean just physically.

I waited for the expected shame to flood through me as I realized I knew exactly what he was feeling, but it wasn’t there. I didn’t know what to make of that and I didn’t have time to consider it because Tate’s hand drifted down to grip my cock and I groaned. I stole into Tate’s mouth as he began stroking me and my promise to go slow disintegrated when he lowered his hand enough so that he could rub the pad of his finger over the sensitive skin behind my balls. I lowered Tate back to the floor and searched out the discarded bottle of lube at the same time that I kicked off my shoes and socks and shed my pants and underwear. By the time I managed to get some lube on my shaky fingers so I could slather it over my cock, Tate had lifted and separated his legs so that I had an unfettered view of his quivering hole. I scooted forward and added some more lube to the opening and then placed the head of my dick against it. Excitement flooded my entire system as I lifted my eyes to see Tate’s hungry gaze on me.