Hawk (Sex and Bullets 2)

“I don’t bring girls to my penthouse or country house or anywhere else.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Okay.” That explains why I never visited those places, either. “You’re afraid of what the tabloids will say?”

“No, I just don’t care for them enough to bring them into my home.”

Oh. I see.

The sting in my chest is back. He never showed me his home. Never cared enough for me. I’m just one of those girls he fucked.

“Hey.” He puts his finger under my chin, tipping it up. “What’s wrong?”

Everything’s wrong. Well, apart from his hot body close to mine. Right now, that’s the only thing that’s right in the world.

“Nothing.” He frowns, and I know it won’t fly. “Can’t wrap my head around all that’s happened, you know? My dad. The Organization. Finding you there, tied up. I just…” I bite my lip. “Sometimes I think I’m dreaming, and it’s not a good dream.”

He pushes his plate away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I swear, most times he acts rather like a truck driver rather than a rich playboy.

I kinda like that.

I kinda like a lot about him.

I like it when he grabs my arm and hauls me to him, a wicked gleam lighting up his eyes.

“I can help you forget,” he says.

He can. Nobody else has that power. “It won’t make what happened go away.”

Any of it.

“We’ll deal with what happened. Later. Together.”

Now he’s distracting me for real.

Together.

But again I’m reading things where there’s nothing to read. Of course we’ll deal with it together. Because of my stubbornness, I got mixed up in his mission, and now I’ll have to deal with the fallout with him. The police will want to interrogate me again. Sandivar and his thugs are after me, too.

That doesn’t mean Hawk wants anything else from me.

I try to pull away.

He dips his head to my neck, licks a hot line up to my ear. “Where are you going?”

Nowhere, it turns out, not when he nibbles on my earlobe, turning up the heat once more. Not when he uses one talented hand to fondle my boobs and torture my nipples until they burn.

Not when he trails his hand down to my pussy and pushes two fingers inside me, groaning as he does so, the sound sending a bolt of crazy lust down my spine.

And especially not when he replaces those fingers with his thick, hard cock, pushing into me slowly, so slowly, stretching me, filling me up, the barbells stroking me in all the right places.

A shout escapes me as I come again, my body convulsing, writhing on his cock. He lets out a surprised gasp as I rock on his erection, swallowed by pleasure, incoherent sounds falling from my lips, my face pressed to his chest.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he finally whispers, shifting a little, and I find him still hard and swollen inside me. “Never thought my distraction would work so fast.”

Neither did I.