Hawk (A Stepbrother Romance #3)(27)

"He still can. We're never going to be safe here. I don't think you should stay."

I blurt it out without thinking. Hawk tenses.

"No. I'm not leaving. I will stand my ground. This is my home. You’re my…."

He trails off.

His what? Best friend? Lover?

"What am I?"

"What do you want to be?"

"Stop evading the question."

"You stop evading the question."

I snort. "Stop being childish."

"Stop being childish."

"I mean it."

"I mean it."

"Damn it, Hawk!"

"Damn it, Hawk!"

Enough, I try to wriggle loose but he's too damn strong, his arms are like steel bands. He pulls me back against him and worse, his fingers dance over my ribs and an explosive laugh bursts out of my throat.

"S-stop, it, somebody will hear-" My words are lost in a peal of laughter. I clap my hand over my mouth to keep quiet as he attacks my tickle spots with both hands, and I struggle and wriggle in his lap.

It has an interesting effect on him. We wrestled and had tickle fights when we were younger, but they seemed to taper off as we got older. I don't remember ever feeling, for example, his hard-on digging into my butt. I squeak and sit up and he pulls me back down by my arms and yes, there it is, big and hard and very thick. I look back at him and grind my hips in a slow circle, pressing on him through his jeans. Slipping his arms around me, he jerks me back and cups my breasts through my shirt and squeezes gently, and I duck to the side and turn.

He kisses me, hard.

I pop the button on my shorts and grab his wrist, and guide his hand into my panties, gasping as I feel his fingers on my lower lips. A shudder passes hot through my body as his other hand slips up under my shirt and wraps around me. His skin feels cool at first and then quickly grows hot on mine. The roughness of his calloused palms feels strangely exciting, and I gasp when his finger slips along my slit, wetting itself in my arousal. I lean back against him and my body jerks as his finger slowly enters me, the pressure gradually building until it slides into my body, my quivering walls gripping him.

"You want to feel that around your cock?" I whisper.

"Alex?"

"You heard me," I purr.

I free my hands and push my shorts and underwear down as he works his hand under me and loosens his jeans, pulls the fly down and takes himself out. I sit up and pitch forward, reach between my legs, and guide him against me. It's a lot bigger than a finger. I grunt a little as I lean back and shudder at the overwhelming sensation of his cockhead spreading my lips open as he slides inside me. I flinch when a powerful mortar goes off overhead, showering multicolored sparks through the air, and stop. Hawk grabs my hips and pulls, dragging me down onto him. I go rigid and lean back against him as I take him all the way inside me, clenching my teeth. He's huge, but I was ready. Finally I settle against him and he locks his arms around my waist and holds me still. I sit on his throbbing rod, my breathing starting to even out after the shuddering effort of taking him inside me.

I slip my shorts down past my knees, then slide them off and drop them in the leaves, and spread my legs and lean back. I start to rock back and forth, and Hawk moans softly in my ear, a tight rigid spasm passing through his body. He slides his hand down my stomach and between my legs and his fingers spread around his cock, his fingertips tracing over my lips and the back up again as his rod shifts inside me. His finger slides slowly over my clit and a full body jerk ripples through me, my legs snapping up from the shock.

"I think she likes that," he whispers in my ear.

He does it again, slowly, gently, testing me. Then he starts to move his finger in a circle and I mimic the motion with my hips. It feels so f*cking good, driving spirals of pleasure out of my stomach, coiling my muscles, sending frigid shooters down my legs. The more he does it, the more excited I get, until my stomach hurts from the muscles clenching, and my legs snap together, trapping his hand against me as I ride his cock.

"Let go," I purr, "Let go of me."

I sit up and rise, draw him out of me. His cock, hard as a rock and wet with my juices, slaps against his bare stomach and I stare at it, amazed that I took that inside me just now. Standing, I shakily turn around and move to sit in his lap, spreading his jeans open and pushing them down a little before I guide him inside me again, facing him this time. As I sink into his lap and his cock sinks into my body, more fireworks go off over our head as Stars and Stripes Forever thunders from the loudspeakers.

I find myself grinning and moving my hips in time with the music. Hawk rises up under me, meeting the motions of my body with his own. He pulls me against him and holds me still and begins thrusting from below. I can feel his stomach tightening against my body as his cock draws back and fills me again, draws back and fills me a gain, growing harder with every thrust.

It's so hot.

I can't take much more. Some instinct drives me to bury my face in his neck as a shockwave of pleasure crushes through my body, slides under my skin like I'm going to burst. Before I even realize it, the meat of his shoulder is between my teeth.

I… I bit him.

I think he likes it. He f*cks me harder, his arm around my waist, his hand on my ass, pushing me down to meet his thrusts. I can't control my movements anymore. My legs shake like leaves, my feet lifting up from the ground as my muscles tighten. It feels like every muscle in my body is torquing at once behind us the thunder of the fireworks ripples through the air and the blasts light the world like high noon. I thrash in his grip as a climax tears through my body, bursts through my skin and unfolds out into the hot air around me. I lock around him, quivering as he pumps harder, then drives inside me and holds me against him, quivering from the tension.