Hawk (Sex and Bullets 2)

“Yeah, that you want in a shady organization, that you want your parents’ position. You crave more money, more power.” She waves a hand in the air. “I don’t believe you. Don’t believe any of this. You’re playing at something, something dangerous, and won’t tell me about it.”

“It’s for your own damn good,” I whisper, and fuck, did I say that out loud?

She leans in until we’re nose to nose, and fuck she smells good. “I’m not moving from here unless you tell me what’s going on.”

“No fucking way. You need to leave.”

“No.” She pulls away, which sucks, and pours water on a napkin. She puts her hand on my face and starts washing it with the napkin, wiping away the filth and dried blood. “Not unless you tell me more about this Organization you want to join.”

Fuck. This is why I’ve never let her get close. I knew something like this might happen.

I reach for her, manage to snag her arm despite the fact every muscle in my body hurts and my head is spinning. “You don’t wanna know about it, girl. Trust me on this.”

“But I do, I do want to know—”

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said? This is dangerous shit, and it has nothing to do with you.” I take a deep breath and force myself to go on, because fuck, my throat hurts, my head is pounding and the possibility of being sick all over her is still in the cards. “You don’t need to be here. There’s nothing between us. I can take care of myself. Just fucking go.”

There’s hurt in her eyes, there and gone in a flash. Which makes me frown. Fuck, that’s not good. She can’t have any expectations from me.

I tighten my hold on her arm until she winces. “I said go.”

“Fuck you, Hawk.”

“You got a filthy mouth.” And I want it on me, dammit. I jerk her closer to me. “I need you gone. Now.”

“Sucks being you, then. To not get what you want, for a change.”

/> “I always get what I fucking want.” And she’s pressed against me, soft tits pressed to my chest, soft mouth a breath away, long lashes shielding her eyes, and this is fucked up.

Because what I want is her. Have wanted her since I first saw her, in so many ways.

I’m crushing my mouth to her warm lips before I even know what I’m doing, and dragging her more firmly on my lap. Ah hell yeah. Her legs part, and she slides on top of my hard-on, warm and just heavy enough to make sparks fly up my spine.

I need more. I need so much more it’s not even fucking funny. My head is spinning, but I can’t stop tasting her, can’t stop grinding her on top of my dick, over the metal bars of my piercing, and it feels so damn good.

She squirms, and it’s even better. She bites on my lower lip, and I shudder, lifting my hand to her hair, grabbing a fistful, dragging her closer.

Hell, normally I last a good while, have the time to make a girl feel good, but today this might end before it even starts, I’m so damn close.

She bites me again, and I tug harder on her hair. She breaks the kiss, scratches her nails down my cheek, and ow, dammit, scratches over bruises really fucking hurt.

“Damn you,” she whispers, her breath washing over my lips, and then she crushes her mouth to mine again.

Oh yeah. I like angry sex.

Make-up sex is also good, but it won’t be happening today. Or ever. Not since I can’t tell her what’s going on. Can’t justify myself.

Can’t fucking leave, not before I get what I came for.

Her taste floods my senses—sweet and heady, warming me up from the inside. I roll my hips up, and she rides me, her breath hitching against my mouth. I know her body. I know what she likes. I know what it feels like when she’s into it.

She’s so into it right now. I can tell from the little strangled noises she’s making in the back of her throat, the way her hand is gripping my shoulder like a lifeline, the easy roll of her body on mine.

Like a wave. She’s like a hot wave rolling over me. Drowning me.

A growl rises in my chest as I push her sideways to the cold floor and press myself between her legs.

“Fuck, Princess. This is nuts.” But I’m dragging her leggings down her long legs, dragging her lacy red panties, too, unable to stop myself. “I’m gonna fuck you hard.”