13. No Greater Sweetness

THIRTEEN

No Greater Sweetness

HAWK

W ith the USB key locked away and a copy created and emailed to Guard and the Satan’s Pride crew, I’m relieved. As soon as my brothers and I had our meeting, I called Guard, and he was more than thrilled that we have leverage.

Drifter, Raven, and I linger in the back meeting room after everyone else has gone to do their thing.

“Hell, brother, you take too many chances,” Drifter says, lightly slapping Raven’s back.

“We were blowing in the wind. The Jackals set us up once, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them try it again. I want to go see Phantom before I have to report back to base,” Raven responds. Raven’s got a few more weeks with us, then he goes back to the US Army for another six months, and then he’s released for good.

“We’ll go see him as soon as this is done,” I tell him. “I’m grateful you did what you did, but Drifter’s right, you can’t be taking chances like that. If they caught you, you’d be dead. The Jackals are out to take our territory. They’ve made that apparent. I’ll be damned if I’ll let them do that, but more importantly, we’re in this together. We can’t lose you, man.”

Raven shows me a grin. “Uncle Sam owns me for another six months, but after that, try to shake me loose. I’m a Redemption Rider for the rest of my days.”

“Go let off some steam tonight. You deserve it,” I tell him. “I’m sure the guys have a private party planned for you.”

“You’re not joining?” he asks.

“I’m with Etain tonight.”

“Bring her along,” Drifter says.

“Not this time.”

“She should know what she’s getting into,” Raven says.

“Etain will see us as we are. She won’t judge.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Raven asks.

“He wants to be alone with her,” Drifter says with a smirk, jolting Raven’s shoulder. Raven smiles.

“Keep in mind that when you two idiots fall for your women, I’m going to remind you of this moment. Hell, I’ll have you on late shifts just to yank your chains,” I threaten. I’ll make good on my promise, but at the same time, I’ll be happy as hell for them.

Raven chuckles. “Not likely to happen anytime soon for me, but I’ve got to admit that it’ll be good to have a woman who’s waiting for me when I get home.”

“Maybe Etain has a friend she can introduce you to,” Drifter teases.

“There’s always Sasha.” I say it just to needle him, and I get the reaction I was hoping for. Drifter gives me a side glance that would pierce a hole right through me, then looks at the floor.

“Whatever,” he mutters. Raven already knows his soft spot for Sasha, even if Drifter won’t admit it.

“Not my type, but keep looking,” Raven says. He puts an arm around Drifter’s shoulders. “You promised a party for all my hard work.”

“Later, men,” I call out to them as they walk away. I lock up the shop, and as I pass by the compound, I can hear that the party is already getting started.

The guys bust their asses every day, and letting off steam is necessary. Part of the reason we set up the compound away from the main strip was so that it wouldn’t cause tension with the people in town. I was into partying with the rest of the Riders up until several days ago; then came Etain, and there’s no place I’d rather be than by her side.

The parties can get wild. Biker bunnies flock to the club for a good time. Some just love the sense of freedom; others try to get noticed and hook their star to a Rider in hopes of becoming their old lady. What I know for sure is that the shop is going to open late tomorrow.

I can hear Etain laughing from outside the door, and Sasha right along with her. Declan sees me coming up the walkway and before I can knock, he has the door open.

“Hey, Prez,” Declan greets me.

I see Lee coming to meet us. “Any trouble?” I ask.

“Nothing. Although, I’m pretty sure Etain and Sasha are schnockered. They’ve polished off a bottle of wine,” Lee responds with a grin.

“Hawk’s here!” Sasha announces in a loud voice. Yeah, she’s tipsy! Sasha is extremely soft-spoken, but alcohol loosens inhibitions, and she’s smiling like a fool, an adorable one, and giggling.

“Did they eat?” I ask, coming farther inside. Etain rushes toward me.

“They ate pizza,” Declan tells me.

“Hi, honey!” Etain lifts her face, puckering her lips for a kiss. I drop a hard, swift kiss on her mouth. “Sasha and I made awesome pizzas, and we left you some.”

“Thanks, Ginger.” I hook my arm around her waist, and instinctively, she melts into my side, wrapping her arms around me. I turn to the guys. “Party’s started. Go have some fun.”

“We can stay and keep watch,” Lee offers. Declan nods in agreement. Lee and Declan have been solid prospects and have gone the extra mile. As days go by, I can see they’re shaping up to be solid members. It’s not often that the guys pass up a night of women and booze to stand watch and be bored out of their minds.

“Thanks for the offer. Tonight is a celebration, so go enjoy. I’ll appreciate you keeping your phones on,” I tell them.

“For sure,” Declan replies. “Later, Etain. Thanks for the food. Later, Sasha.”

“Yeah, thanks for everything,” Lee puts in.

“Hold up, I’m leaving too,” Sasha says. She seems fine, but I don’t want her walking back to her place alone.

“Make sure Sasha gets home,” I tell Lee.

“That’s sweet, but I don’t need help,” Sasha says.

“It’ll give me peace of mind,” I tell her.

“I’m just next door.” She flings her arm in the direction of her house.

“I insist.”

“Well, okay. It’s silly, though. I’ve been looking after myself since I was five,” she says, and quickly catches herself. “Um, well, got to go.” She’s out the door so fast that Lee and Declan are caught off guard and have to run out after her to make sure she gets back to her place safely.

I put that piece of information in the back of my mind. Sasha looking after herself from an early age has me thinking there’s more to this woman than she’s letting on. I lock the front door and follow Etain into the kitchen, where she places two huge slices of pizza on a plate and hands them to me.

“It’s the best I’ve made so far,” she says proudly. “And I have beer too.”

“Thanks, babe.” She grabs a bottle out of the fridge and hands it to me. I sit on the stool and take a bite of pizza. “Really good.” Etain smiles. She leans forward with her elbows on the counter, bracing herself, resting her cheeks in her palms. She watches me as I eat, her eyes landing on my mouth. Etain probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing this, but she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’re very handsome,” she says, her voice breathy. I swallow and give her my sexiest smile, dropping the rest of my slice on the plate.

“Come here, Ginger,” I command. Slowly, Etain moves around the counter to my side. I hold out my hand and guide her between my legs. My fingers pull a tress of her hair over the curve of her ear, then I slide my hand across her cheek, my thumb gliding over her bottom lip. I soften my tone. “How much have you had to drink, babe?”

“Not that much,” she whispers, leaning closer, our lips so close, I can feel her breath.

“The first time I make love to you, I want you to remember it. Every second of it, every touch,” I tell her, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“I’m not drunk.” Her eyes meet mine. “I’ll remember.” I kiss the other side of her mouth. Her hands land on my thighs. Etain teasingly strokes her fingers in a circular motion over my jean-clan thighs. Still, it has an effect on me, so I want to plant her ass on the counter, tear her pants down her long, luscious legs, and taste my prize.

But not on our first time. I need this to go slow. I want her to feel it all. I want it etched in her memory forever.

“I want you to go to your bedroom. Get naked, baby, and wait for me in the middle of your bed,” I say. “Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. Her eyes grow wide, and she places her hand on my chest as she raises herself to her tiptoes and kisses my jaw.

The scent of vanilla and strawberries is tantalizing, and the feel of her soft, full lips against my scruffy whiskers makes it hard to let her go, but I manage, then watch as she turns and heads toward the bedroom, sparing a glance over her shoulder before disappearing down the hall. I finish my pizza and check the locks on the windows and doors.

I’m giving Etain time to get ready, but also time for her to think about all the delicious ways I’m going to make her scream my name. It gives me time to slow things down. The mere sight of Etain in a tight skirt makes me insane. My pants are already strained, my cock bulging against the zipper of my jeans as I imagine my woman naked in bed.

I make my way to the bedroom, hesitating a moment before turning the knob. The door creaks open. Etain’s head snaps up. She watches as I enter, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She sits with her legs tucked beneath her on her heels. Her long, flaming-red hair falls over her breasts, covering her nipples. She’s completely nude, yet looks innocent and sweet.

All her creamy ivory skin is on display, waiting for my touch. I want to pounce, but anticipation is such a heady aphrodisiac that I take my time. I lift my tee over my head and toss it to one side. All the while, my gaze never leaves her face. I unbuckle my belt, undo the button of my jeans, and pull down the zipper. I let them hang low on my hips as my motorcycle boots come off.

I take off my pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor, and step out of them, then I approach the bed. I place a knee on the mattress. It depresses under my weight, and I adjust my stance to sit on my heels as Etain looks at me lovingly. I reach out to move her hair aside, exposing her delicate collarbones and her full, ripe, taut nipples. Pretty pink nubs that I want to taste. My mouth waters at the sight of them. My hands move to the underswell of her breasts, feeling the weight of them. They fit perfectly in my palms. The tips of my fingers run over her pebbled nipples. A tremor runs through her as she grips my biceps to steady herself.

Etain is extremely responsive to my touch. I lick my lips, then bend my head and close my mouth over her nipple, all while keeping my eyes fixed on her face. My action elicits a sexy moan from her lips, her eyes drifting closed and her head tilting back. I push her lightly so that she’s lying on her back, and I come over her, laving her breast with the attention it desires, suckling gently. With my thumb and forefinger, I roll the other nipple. Etain arches her back to get closer.

My hands roam everywhere: down her middle, then across and over her hips, holding her in place, and my mouth moves to lavish the other nipple with the same much-needed attention. All the while, Etain murmurs incoherently. If it weren’t for my hands holding her down, her hips would be gyrating. She squirms beneath me, rubbing her legs together. In one motion, I place my knee between her thighs, then move the other beside it, spreading her open. I pull my thighs farther apart, spreading her wider.

“Hawk.” Her voice is heated, desperate, wanton.

I move my mouth from her nipple. “Yeah, baby, you want more?” I ask, my tongue already tracing a path down to her belly.

“Please,” she moans.

I continue to leave featherlight kisses on her hip bones, moving lower, and at the same time, my fingers run through the wetness between her legs. Her pussy is soaked with her juices. I need to taste her essence. I’ve imagined her lying just like this, with her hair spread over the pillow, her face filled with passion, her body quivering for more of my touch.

She’s fucking tight, and I feel her walls contract as my finger enters her core. My thumb rubs over her clit. I push my finger farther inside her, pumping in and out. I settle myself lower, pulling her knees up and out to the sides so I have a full view of her pink pussy lips, oozing with her delicious nectar.

My tongue runs the entire length of her slit. Etain groans loudly, and her fingers grip my hair so tightly that I feel the tug on my scalp. The nip of pain only makes it hotter. I lap, nip, and lick until she’s begging for me to let her come. I know she’s close, but our first time is going to be with my cock buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy. I tongue fuck her until I know she’s on the brink of her orgasm. I barely manage to slide the condom on, then align my cock at her entrance and plunge inside her hard and fast, causing her to cry out my name.

I can’t stop! I drill into her like a madman on a mission. I need to consume her. I want her to feel the effects of our lovemaking for hours after we’re done. I want her pussy swollen and still feeling me the next morning.

“Oh God!” she cries.

I’m on the verge of my own release and need her to hurry. “Get there, Ginger. Now, baby. Hurry,” I groan in her ear. Suddenly, her pussy is strangling my cock as she practically bows off the bed, saying my name over and over. Not Hawk, but Ethan.

Her body trembles as she soars. I kiss her long and slow. Etain’s arms tighten around my neck as I stroke inside her several more times until I find my own release. I root myself inside her and know there’s no place I’d rather be. Not just now, but every night for the rest of my days. This wasn’t sex; this is Etain and me and our destiny.

When I peer down at her delicate face, she looks like a sated angel in my arms. Her face is flushed, her eyes gleaming with tears.

Immediately, I worry I was too rough with her. “Did I hurt you, baby?” I ask, framing her face with my hands.

“No, Ethan. It was perfect.” A single tear rolls over her cheek.

“Then what’s this about?” I brush away the wetness.

“I’m happy,” she replies, her lips trembling and more happy tears threatening to fall.

I slowly pull out of her. You’d think my cock would be satisfied, but he’s only semisoft and looking to recover quickly so he can have another go. He’ll have to wait, because I roll to lie on my back, bringing Etain with me and tucking her next to me, her head resting on my chest.

Placing my finger under her chin, I guide her to look up at me. “You’re mine now, Ginger. What we did just now sealed the deal.”

“A person can’t belong to another person,” she replies, her eyes burning with fire. That’s another reason I’m falling in love with this woman: her saucy nature.

“Well, that’s true. But our hearts made that decision for us.” My voice is soft as I run my hand down her back, tracing a pattern over her bare skin.

“Ethan,” is all she manages to say. Her throat seems clogged with emotion.

“This, right here, right now, there’s no greater sweetness. The way you look at me…” I brush my lips over hers. “You know, baby. This is good.”

“No, Ethan. This is great.”

No other words are necessary, at least for now. Etain falls asleep, but not for long. Her leg finds its way between mine, and with her wriggling against me the way she does, I have no choice but to make love to her again. And somewhere in the middle of the night, I am compelled to fuck her once more, for the sheer pleasure of hearing her beg me to let her come.