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Hawk

When I notice how her nipples are hard against the fabric of her tank top, I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep this simple. My plan to tease her flies right out the window when I see the desire in her eyes. The fact that she stands there, with her mouth slightly parted, breathing deeper than usual, I know I can’t be cruel to her. I’m going to give her everything she doesn’t know she needs.

As soon as my fingers feel the silken fabric between her legs, I moan. It’s so fucking warm, and I know I’m going to find the proof that she’s just as turned on as I am. I’m fucking thankful I’m not wearing a belt because there’s no way I’m going to be able to wait for another second to feel her wrapped around me, where she belongs.

After a quick tug on my jeans, I have them undone and pulled down while I tug the fabric of her underwear to the side. As soon as the tip of my dick hits her opening, I can feel how wet she is for me. With a hard thrust, I feel her velvety smooth pussy grasp hold of me. My head falls back as I push through, “Fucking hell, Tessa,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“Hawk,” she moans as she hikes a leg around my waist.

Without any effort, I take her other leg in my hand, lifting her up, so her legs wrap around my waist. “I can’t get enough of you,” I tell her as I pull out and push back in. I try my hardest to push deeper, needing to make it so I don’t know where she ends and I begin.

“I’ve missed you,” she moans out her confession.

Her skirt is pushed around her waist as I continue to drive in her. I know I’m not going to last much longer, but I’ll be damned if I get off before she does. I take a few steps forward until her back hits the coolness of the bar. I hike her up which makes her slide up on my dick then back down with more force than I had anticipated. With some tricky maneuvering, I sit her ass on the barstool and wrap an arm around her, while my other hand finds her clit. As soon as I give her nub the right amount of pressure I feel her pussy clench. That’s it, baby.

“Tessa, I’m not going to hold on much longer,” I tell her as I continue to thrust in and out of her body. “I need you to come around my cock. Let me feel what the fuck I’ve been missing.”

Her head falls to the side, giving me access to her neck. I bite down and suck on the smooth skin, making sure to mark her. Fuck, I’d leave my mark all over her body if she’d let me. With a few more circles on her clit and my dick driving into her with as much force as I can muster she falls over the edge as her orgasm rips through her body, milking me until I’m following her right over that same edge.

Never, in all my life, have I felt a pussy as fine as Tessa Reese’s, and there’s no way in hell that I’m ever giving it up.

Tessa

I’m wrapping the tie of my robe around my waist when I hear a knocking at the front door. It’s too early for a visitor. Hawk only left my house three hours ago. I didn’t want him to go, but he said he needed to check in with the local chapter.

I find the red glow of my alarm clock and see that it’s only 6:45. My eyes sting from lack of sleep, and my body aches in places that it’s never hurt before. Once the robe is securely fastened, I stretch out my back, hoping to loosen up my sore muscles. The fatigue of my body isn’t one hundred percent due to the physical activity I participated in last night. It’s merely the fact that burning the candle at both ends is slowly starting to catch up with me and I’m not even in my thirties yet. The nights that I close and then have an early shift at home are not my favorite. I can barely function by the time the end of my shift rolls around.

I pull my hair into a messy knot on the top of my head as I drag my slipper covered feet along the wooden floors to make my way towards the knocking. Rising to the peephole, I see Hawk staring back and me. I pull open the door. “How long have you been staring into the peephole like that?”

He pulls me into his body and buries his nose in my neck. “Long enough I was starting to get a complex.”

I push my body away from his and look him in the eye. “Why? Did you think I wouldn’t answer my door?”

“The thought did cross my mind.” He smacks his hand against my ass and walks into my apartment.

I close my door behind him and lean against the wood. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that when you left me here only a few hours ago.”

He turns around and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s in his typical uniform: a white T-shirt and leather cut. He legs are covered in worn denim, but instead of black boots, he’s wearing black and white chucks. “I had things to do. Do you want to hear about club business?” He cocks his brow, and I know he knows he’s got me. I do not want to hear about club business.

“No, no, I don’t.”

“I didn’t think so.” He gives me a wink and smiles.

I push off the door and head towards the kitchen because I need coffee. “What are you doing here so early?”

He leans up against the counter and watches me pull the mugs and creamer out. Once I pour two cups, I hand him one and then lean against the counter myself and bring the cup up to my lips.

“I wanted to take you and Sam to the beach. I didn’t get a chance before I had to go back home last time.”

“We can’t. Sam has school, and I have work.”

“Why not ditch?”

I blink a few times before I answer. “Well, because I can’t miss work, and I shouldn’t show Sam that type of dishonesty.”

He shakes his head. “You know damn well that we both ditched plenty in school.”

“Not in elementary.”