Hawke's Salvation (7 page)

Hawke took his time exploring her pussy with his fingers and tongue. He didn’t attack her clit as she’d experienced from other men, nor did he begin fucking her with his tongue like a mad man. He just danced it over every millimeter of her cunt, teasing her and drawing her juices from her body. She was trembling when he finally thrust one thick finger into her tight passage, and she cried out with the desired penetration.

He paused, and opened his eyes to meet hers. She couldn’t speak, but he seemed reassured by whatever emotion was on her face, because he went back to what he’d been doing. Climbing higher and higher she found herself resisting the urge to crash over the top of the cliff and orgasm. She never wanted this moment to end. Having his full attention on her pleasure alone was mind blowing. Not that she didn’t want to take this thing all the way, but damn, the man had a skilled mouth.

A second finger joined the first, and he stretched her knees wider, lifting his head from her pussy so that he could see what he was doing. She felt the fingers inside her curl up to diddle her g-spot just so, and she exploded. Violently she climaxed all over the top of the dresser and Hawke’s hand. Fluid seemed to just shoot out of her, and her cunt muscles clamped down on his wriggling fingers, holding him in place. It took her a few minutes to regain her senses, and when she did, she found Hawke grinning up at her with his fingers in his mouth.

“You’re a squirter,” he said, looking pleased with himself.

“I’m sorry?”

“A squirter. When you come you squirt everywhere,” he explained, pointing at the front of his shirt and the messy wet spot on the edge of the dresser. Jeanette felt her face flame and she snapped her legs together, embarrassed at her own body’s reaction.

“Oh my God. I’ve never done that before.” She shimmied off the dresser and ran for the bathroom to get a towel. Coming back, she found Hawke had moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and he was currently pulling his damp shirt off to expose a chest only a
GQ
model should have.

Putting aside her lust for a moment, she cleaned up the mess she’d made, and tossed the towel in the hamper along with the clothes she’d been wearing before. Once she’d tidied up, she took a deep breath to steady herself and turned to face him once again.

H
awke watched
Jeanette flit around like a little hummingbird. She was nervous, or embarrassed, or something. He didn’t quite know what.

Pushing to his feet, he reached for the buttons on his jeans and released them one at a time, as slow as possible. Her eyes followed each flick of his finger, and he wondered if she was remembering how good his fingers felt inside her just moments ago. She’d been extremely tight, so he’d done his best to stretch her out before they got to the really fun part of the evening. When she’d climaxed so hard it shook the dresser and nearly made him lose his balance he’d felt like a King, but now, with her staring at him with those big dark eyes of hers….damn.

“I’m sorry about your shirt.” She said softly, licking her lips as he reached the last button on his jeans. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“It’s a t-shirt darlin’. It doesn’t need drying cleaning. And you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. That was the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. Not everything is neat and tidy, love.”

Her head shot up and she looked stunned, “What? Sexy?”

“Fuck yeah. I’ve never made a woman squirt, and to know I am the
only
guy to make
you
squirt is even better. I’m thinking we need to have a reenactment and see if we can make an even bigger mess on the bed.” He winked at her, but she still seemed skittish.

Hawke grew tired of waiting, so he moved closer to Jeanette, pulling her into his arms. The feel of her naked breasts against his chest was almost too much. His cock was throbbing inside his jeans and he wanted nothing more than to lift her up and seat her atop him. Shoving his way into her body forcing her to take him and accept him the way he’d wanted to since he’d met her.

Jeanette arched her back so that her body pressed against him. He cupped her ass, his hands palming the meaty globes. She was the perfect height. The perfect weight. The perfect size.

“I’m not perfect.” She protested and he frowned when he realized he’d spoken out loud, “Nothing about me is perfect.”

“You’re wrong. Everything about you is perfect.”

“I wish you’d quit using that word. I’m not sure you really know what it means.”

“Inconceivable.”

Jeanette cracked up, “Don’t tell me you know that movie.”

“Who doesn’t love
The Princess Bride
? Now can we stop talking about movies and pick up where we left off?”

He quickly toppled her onto her back on the bed. Spreading her legs with his knees and grinding his cock against her as his jeans slid down his hips so the only barrier between them was her twisted panties and his boxer briefs. They were stretched to capacity, almost to the point of tearing over his expanding cock.

“Hawke do you have condoms?”

He nodded, “Yep, in my wallet.”

“Good because I wasn’t planning on this happening.”

“Neither was I, darlin’, but I’m damn glad it is.” He kissed her lips softly, “I’ve been wanting you since I saw you that first day.”

“Really? When I called you by the wrong name and thought you were there to unload my luggage?”

“I
was
there to help with the luggage, but there was something about you all high and mighty, pretty and polished…I wanted to muss you up.”

He ripped the crotch from her panties and she gasped. “Don’t worry I’ll buy you another pair. These probably come in bulk.”

“Hey, I thought you said they were sexy,” she challenged with narrowed eyes.

“You’re the only woman in the world who could make white cotton panties look sexy. Now stop chattering woman.”

“Hawke?”

“What?”

“Can I return the favor?’

“Why Doc, are you asking me for permission to suck my cock?”

She flushed a bright, angry red and turned her head away. “Forget it.”

“Oh baby, you never have to ask permission to suck my cock. What’s mine is yours.”

Pushing himself up off of her, he dropped his briefs to his ankles and then kicked them away. Standing naked before her, he couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been happier or felt more fulfilled. There was something about Jeanette that drew him biologically. Socially, mentally, emotionally…God she’d probably have a field day with that. Something about mama issues or Freud or God only knew what psychiatry-speak she’d throw at him, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had the woman he wanted naked on the bed, and she wanted him.

This time when he climbed atop her, it was his thighs spread. He pinned her down beneath his weight, his knees just under her armpits, and her hands reached for his cock. A soft, teasing, gentle touch that made him shiver, and then a firmer, more confident grip. Her tongue danced out across the crown of his cock and he wanted to cry out with pleasure. This is what he wanted, and needed. What he desired so much.

“Jeanette…”

H
aving
Hawke in her hands for the first time made Jeanette feel powerful. Womanly, feminine, desirable. He was soft and firm, like satin over an iron rod. His balls hung heavy, the short hairs tickling the skin of her breasts, but she didn’t mind. All she could think about was giving him the same pleasure that he’d given her.

Trying hard not to think about the fact that she was very inexperienced with blowjobs, she sucked him into her mouth, and for the first time, she got a taste of Hawke Kapshaw on her tongue. He was salty and musky, masculine in some strange way that she couldn’t explain. She just knew she liked his taste. More than that, she liked the way he reacted to her mouth on him. His head fell back on his shoulders, his mouth dropped open, and he moaned her name. Hearing her name on his lips was all the encouragement she needed. Using her hands, teeth, tongue, and lips, she gave him the best blow job she could. She moved up and down his shaft, trying not to forget his balls and always focused on what he seemed to enjoy. She could feel his cock flex, and she knew he was on the brink when he suddenly pulled away, withdrawing from her mouth.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll come down your throat,” he said with a tight chuckle.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Oh god, you’re so damn perfect for me. Trust me, baby, I would love to give you a mouthful, and at some point I will, but right now, it’s too important that we finish this right. I want to be deep inside you when I stake my claim.”

“Stake your claim?” she asked with a frown. She didn’t like how that sounded. “What do you mean ‘stake your claim’?”

“Shhh. We’ll talk about that later.” He bent to pick up his discarded jeans and tug his billfold free.

It only took him a moment to tear open the package and slide the condom over his ready cock. Jeanette opened her knees wide, welcoming him between her spread thighs. She wanted him there; she needed him there. When he finally sank balls deep into her body, she felt their souls connect. He was right; he’d staked his claim. He left a mark on her, one she’d never be able to erase.

H
awke’s mind
was racing as he eased his weight off Jeanette’s limp form. They’d orgasmed together, and it was fantastic, but he wasn’t quite sure what came next. Normally, he’d already be in the bathroom pulling his clothes back on and working on his escape speech, but tonight, he found himself wanting to stay. He wanted to snuggle up in the big soft bed, with her curled up on his chest, and fall asleep with the scent of her in his nose.

“I’m going to have to change the blanket,” she murmured, giggling and stroking her hand over his chest.

He glanced down to see the moisture stain on the green comforter beneath them. “I guess we should have put a towel down first.”

“Probably, but it’s too late now.” She pushed herself into a seated position, and his eyes followed the line of her spine down to the split of her ass. She had a great ass.

“Do you have another blanket, or should I pull on my pants and go grab one from my place?” he asked, trying to be subtle about asking if he could stay.

“There’s another one. Lacy had bedding on the bed when I moved in; I just replaced it with my own. It’s in the linen closet in the bathroom, I’ll take this one off the bed if you want to clean up and grab the other?” she offered, rising and moving to her dresser.

Hawke wanted to give a triumphant shout. She hadn’t rushed him out; in fact, she seemed as reluctant to see him go as he was to leave. “Sure, darlin’, I’ll be right back.”

He dropped a quick kiss on her temple as he passed her, barely resisting the urge to whistle on his way into the bathroom. After taking care of business, he returned to find her wearing a pair of adorable glasses, and a Philadelphia Eagles jersey that was at least three sizes too big. Even as tall as she was it hung almost to her knees.

“The Eagles? Really?” he asked, shaking the new blanket out so that they could put it on the bed.

“What did you expect? A Cowboys fan?” she teased. “I was born and raised in Philly. It wouldn’t be right to support anyone else.”

Hawke tried his best to make his side of the blanket look as neat as hers, and then he moved back to stand before her, cupping her face in his hands. “Has anyone ever told you that you look adorable in green, Doc?”

She laughed, and rose on her toes to kiss him, “Nope, but thank you. I just need to pop into the bathroom for a minute, and I’ll be right out.”

Hawke climbed into the bed to wait for her, marveling at the soft sheets surrounding him. He’d just gotten comfy when she returned, her face pink from a quick wash. She disappeared into the living room for a second to flip off the lights and then joined him in the bed. Just as he’d envisioned, she nestled down into his arms as if she belonged there, her hair against his chin, and her ear over his heart.

“Hawke?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“What does this mean for us?”

He hesitated and then sighed. “Why do women always need to know what things mean? Can’t we just enjoy the moment for what it is?”

“You’re avoiding the issue,” she scolded. “I’m not looking for a commitment right now. In fact, I don’t really want one. I guess I’m asking if we can just be really good friends who…you know?”

“Hook up? You want to be fuck buddies? Friends with benefits?” he asked in shock.

She nodded looking ashamed of herself. “It’s just, you’re technically my boss, and if anyone found out about this it would make me look bad to my patients.”

“You think Payton is going to be disgusted that you and I are sleeping together?”

“Payton?”

“Well, she’s your only patient right now, right?”

“Not for long. I mean I’ll have other patients coming, and I don’t want the water to get murky with what’s right and wrong. Do you understand?”

Hawke nodded even though every fiber of his being wanted to protest. He knew what she meant, but it unsettled him to think that she’d be uncomfortable with people knowing. He didn’t want to hide anything from anyone. Hell, he wanted to shout it from the rooftop so the whole world knew he had been inside of Doctor Jeanette Hall.

Jeanette settled back into the crook of his arm, and they laid there in the dark for a few minutes lost in their own thoughts. He really wished he could read her mind at the moment. Maybe it would help him to understand why she wanted to hide him away from others.

“Tell me about your tattoo.”

The request surprised him. “The one on my shoulder or the one on my back?”

“I didn’t see the one on your back, but tell me about both of them. I’ve always wanted a tattoo but I’m scared of needles,” she admitted, her nose wrinkling up.

“Neither one hurt, it’s more annoying than anything. This one,” he lifted his arm to show her the ink on his bicep more clearly, “Was popular when I was in high-school. Every guy I knew had some sort of bicep tattoo, in fact most of us had barbed wire just like this. I got it when I turned eighteen just because. I think I wanted to rattle Abe.”

“Did it work?”

“Nah, not really. He saw it, and just shook his head. Never said a damn word about it and neither did I.”

She traced the black line with her fingertip. “That’s not a very cool story.”

“Sorry, it’s the truth.” He laughed and pulled his arm from underneath her so that he could turn around and show her his back. On the back of his left shoulder was an American flag with a steer’s skull over the top.

“Does this one have any special meaning?” she asked, softly stroking the picture he knew was there.

“Only to me. I got the flag while Vin was in the military—I was feeling really patriotic back then—when he came back and went to prison I had the skull added. I felt like a piece of my own dreams died when he was locked up.”

He turned back to hold her again, and she remained silent as they snuggled back under the covers. After a few moments of quiet, he murmured, “Vin and Drannon were my heroes when I was a kid. Well, outside of Abe, I mean. They protected me, took care of me, and taught me a hell of a lot. When Drannon left for college, I told myself I would follow in his footsteps instead of Vin’s. There was no way I was going to screw up my chances.”

When he hesitated, Jeanette prodded him, “And then what happened? Did you go to college?”

“No. Vin finished his tour and got arrested and sent to prison. Then, not long after, Drannon was arrested. It seemed like no matter how hard they tried to avoid trouble, it just kept finding them. It rattled me. I never got the nerve back up to apply for college.”

“Do they know that they had that kind of effect on your life choices?” she asked, sounding more like a doctor than a woman lying in bed.

“Probably not, and they aren’t going to. It won’t change anything, so why upset the boat. I’m more of a live and let live kinda guy nowadays.”

“My family has always told me that I need to relax more. I tend to take things too seriously,” she admitted. Her nails scratched across the skin of his belly, and he fought the urge to laugh. Without pause, she continued to touch him, her fingers moving non-stop in a soft, swirling motion. “It’s one of the many things we fought about before I moved out here.”

“I thought you had a big family,” he coaxed, tipping her chin up so that he could see her face. “All of them were against you?”

“Not really against me, but I’ve always stuck out like a sore thumb. They’re all boisterous, and they make friends easily. I was the quiet, shy cousin who preferred books to friends.”

Hawke nodded. “One of the things that drew me to you was the fact that you pushed me away. I guess I like a challenge.”

Jeanette lifted herself up to rest on her elbow, and she cupped his jaw. “Hawke, don’t make this out to be more than it is. I don’t want either of us to get hurt. I just want us to have fun and enjoy each other’s company.”

He turned his head and kissed her palm while his heart twisted in his chest. He wanted to protest, but right now he had her in his arms, and he was afraid he’d push her away. So he did the next best thing and rolled her over onto her back, covering her with his naked body. “You want fun? I’ll give you fun, darlin’, all the fun you can handle.”

They made love into the wee hours of the morning before falling into an exhausted sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.