Chapter Eighteen

Laura

I paced the length of the living room for twenty minutes, waiting for Hawk to come home. I was still a nervous wreck after realizing I was being followed last night. I couldn't concentrate on the drive to work this morning, and once I was roaming the halls of the hospital, my mind wasn't squarely focused on the patients. The work. I was distracted, thinking about that damn red car, the would-be kidnappers, all the upheaval in my life recently. I couldn't be an effective nurse if I couldn't focus on what was important—the patients.

Hawk had followed me to the hospital before heading to the clubhouse, but he couldn't be with me twenty-four-seven. This had to stop. I couldn't live my life constantly on edge, terrified that every car was someone determined to hurt me. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

The roar of Hawk's motorcycle drew closer, and my pacing increased until the steady thump of his boots crossing the garage stopped. The door opened and there he was. In an instant I was in his face, my hands gripping his t-shirt tight. "Well? Did you find out anything about who was driving that car?" My heart pounded in my chest and every syllable that flew from my mouth grew higher in pitch. "Hawk, tell me something!"

His lips pulled into a lopsided grin that was sexier than it should've been. "Did you miss me, sweetheart?"

My nostrils flared and my grip tightened. "Do not play with me right now, Hawk. I've been a wreck all day."

His laugh was deep and rumbly, a sound that shouldn't have been sexy in my current state, but dammit, the man just oozed sex appeal the way some men oozed cheap cologne. "Playing sounds nice." The words slipped from his lips barely above a whisper as he stepped around me and made his way to the kitchen. "Just give me a second," he said, almost as if he saw me suck in a breath to ask another question behind him. Hawk pulled out a beer and popped the cap with the bottle opener stuck to the fridge.

My gaze was fixed on his throat as it bobbed up and down with every swallow of the dark brown liquid. His lids fluttered shut, the universal sign of relief, gulping until half the bottle was empty. "Hawk." I meant my tone to be forceful, not dripping with horny neediness. However, as my eyes went to his knuckles thoughts of sex suddenly evaporated. "What happened to you?"

He gave a lazy shrug, "Had a bit of a chat with Los Ochos."

My eyes widened with shock, "Is this about what happened last night?"

He shook his head, "No, this was about club business."

I went into nurse mode and started rummaging through his cupboards to see if I could find antiseptic and Band-Aids, but Hawk put his hand on my shoulder, "I'm okay, darlin', it's just a graze."

"So did you find anything out about the red car?" I asked.

He pulled the bottle away from his full lips and sighed. "Unfortunately, we haven't identified who owns the car yet. Slate is on it—and trust me when I tell you that he's a genius when it comes to all that computer shit. If he's having a hard time nailing down ownership and registration, it's because someone is trying to hide it."

My shoulders drooped in defeat. "That's not what I wanted to hear."

"Yeah, I didn't want to hear it either, and I wanted to tell you I had nothing, even less. We're digging into it, but I have to tell you, Laura, something feels fishy about all of this." He took another sip of his beer and shook his head. "I don't want you to worry unnecessarily."

"I'm already worried, Hawk, but I think it's pretty goddamn necessary. Someone wants me dead or at the very least, injured, which feels necessary." I felt weak and vulnerable, two things I hated feeling with every fiber of my being.

Hawk turned back to the fridge, pulling out two more beers. "I'm sorry, sweetness. I know you want answers, but right now all I have is more fucking questions."

"I know, and I'm not blaming you. This isn't your fault, it's just frustration."

"You're worried." He popped the caps on the bottles.

I nodded, accepting the bottle with a smile. "Thanks. And yeah, I'm worried, but it's not just that. I'm unfocused at work and I can't afford that. People count on me to focus on them and their needs."

"I really am sorry. Just know that no one has given up. We're still here to protect you. I'll keep you safe. I promise."

"You've done a good job so far. I'm not worried." I smiled at Hawk, suddenly feeling something more than worried and unfocused.

"What smells so good?"

Right! "I decided to try something complicated for dinner to get my mind off of things. It worked. Moussaka. It needs to go into the oven for forty-five minutes, but I was, uh, waiting for you to come home." Home. Even as I said the word, it sounded familiar. Too familiar and right.

"Lucky me." He flashed me a wicked grin. "Now, what can we do for the next forty-five minutes to kill some time?"

My nipples went instantly hard. They ached deliciously and the deep pulse between my thighs matched the racing of my heart. "With the fifteen-minute cooldown period we actually have an hour."

Hawk's gaze darkened as it devoured me in its dark web of heat and lust. I shivered as if he'd touched me with his hands. He licked his lips and drained his beer without taking his eyes off me. "An hour? It's a good start. We can work up an appetite."

Heat exploded inside me and I took a step forward.

Then Hawk took a step forward.

We did that dance again and again until our bodies were smashed together, and our lips were fused so tight we could've been one person. Hawk's strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer, so his cock pressed against my belly and his heart thundered under my palm. I moaned and slid my hands down to his waistband before they slipped under his t-shirt, molding over each of his abs and then his pecs.

I shoved the shirt up his body and over his head before tossing it over my shoulder. I pressed my lips to the spot just above his belly button and kissed every ridge of his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles flexed with my touch. I made it up to his pecs and kissed the hard muscle before I flicked my tongue across the disc of his nipple, hard and sweet.

"Laura."

I moaned against his skin and up his throat, loving the way he gripped my ass possessively. His fingers tangled in my hair and gripped tight enough to sting as he dragged me up to his mouth. "Impatient."

"For you, always."

The shiver his words produced was purely lust, at least that was what I told myself as pride warmed my blood. He never failed to make me feel wanted, like I was the most desirable woman in the whole world, like he might die if he didn't get me naked. It was an intense feeling, and if I was being honest with myself—only with myself—I never wanted it to end. "Hawk, please."

He stripped me out of my clothes, kissing his way down every inch of me until I shook and shivered with need as he kissed his way back up my body. I'd never been so hungry, so out of my mind with desire as I was when it came to Hawk. My nails dug into the flesh of his back as he devoured my mouth and down my throat.

"Let's get started with a quick appetizer." Hawk nipped at my neck, my shoulders as he played with my clit, rubbing his fingers back and forth between my folds until my breath caught in my throat.

"Hawk. More. I need more."

A low laugh, deep and guttural, vibrated against my skin. "I like when you're bossy, Nurse Laura." He pulled back, wearing a seductive smile as he gripped my throat with one hand, tracing his thumb along the line of my jaw. "Now tell me, what do you need more of, Nurse?"

Why did this little game make me so hot? He wasn't the first guy who had a nurse kink, but this was the first time it was doing something for me too. "You," I whispered. "More of you, Hawk. Touch me. Please."

Two fingers plunged deep between my thighs and his thumb found my clit instantly and my hips bucked up, hungry for more of his touch. "Fuck, sweetness, your pussy is soaked. Is that for me?"

I nodded breathlessly and bucked my hips up towards his touch. "All for you," I panted as I clamped around his fingers. "More."

He smiled again and it was wickedly hot, seductive as hell. That smile was the stuff of fantasies, which only made it hotter as he fucked me with his fingers. He gave me exactly what I asked for and a little bit more, plunging harder and deeper until a bead of sweat slid down my spine. "That's it, you're so close."

He wasn't wrong. My pussy clenched around him, and my body tensed as my orgasm started at my toes, making the curl almost painfully as it slowly worked its way to the surface. "Hawk…" I pushed against his touch.

"That's it, Laura. Come for me. Come all over my fingers, coat my hand in your pussy juices. Give me all of your pleasure. Now."

His words, so sexy and dirty, were all I needed to push me over the edge of lust and straight into insanity. "Hawk, yes!" Pleasure exploded out of me like a bomb, so powerful that my entire body shook and convulsed so violently he had to hang onto me to keep me on my feet.

"Let it out, Laura. All of it." He wore a sexy, satisfied smile as he continued to pump his fingers into me, slower while I rode out every last wave of pleasure.

My body went slack and I laughed, the sound carefree. I was happy. Despite everything going on in my life, in this moment I was happy. "Hawk," I groaned. "That was hot."

"It was." He grinned and kissed a trail of heat across my jaw so achingly slowly while his palm danced over my hard nipple. "But it was just a starter. Remember?"

"How could I forget?" I wrapped my arms around him and jumped into his arms. "I'm ready."

He laughed and palmed my ass, lifting me higher. "I know just the place." He walked us out of the kitchen and put me down in the living room.

"You're wearing too many damn clothes," I said, and my hands moved on their own, stripping him out of his jeans, his boots and finally, his boxers. "Much, much better."

"Laura."

I reached out with a smile and gripped his cock, tugging in long, slow, and slightly rough strokes. "I'm right here, Hawk. Here and hungry. And waiting."

His smile was tight as he spun me around and bent me over the arm of the sofa before he slammed into me from the back. "Ah, fuck. So fucking tight. So, so wet."

My eyes rolled back as his long, thick cock filled me until I could hardly breath. "So hard, Hawk."

He smacked my ass before he pulled out and plunged deep into me again and again. His teeth nipped at one shoulder and then the other, his tongue slicked down my spine. "Fuck, babe, you taste so good. Sweet, slightly salty."

Even those words pushed me closer to the edge. He was thick and he was long, filling me more with every stroke of his hips. "Hawk," I moaned, and pushed back against him, taking every inch of him into my body. "Yes." The word came out on a hiss and I did it again. And again.

He gripped my hips hard and pulled me back against him at the same time he slammed into me. His pace was frantic but steady, a rhythm that set my whole body on fire and turned my skin into exposed nerve endings. My breath caught in my throat when he smacked my ass again, the sting only enhancing my pleasure, and when he did it again, I felt the telltale quivering between my legs. "Hawk." His name fell from my lips on a warning.

"I feel you, sweetness. Let go." He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, his words dark and gravelly. The hot breath of each syllable slammed against my neck, and when his hands danced up my body to cup my tits, my pleasure rose. "Let go. Come all over my cock, Laura."

He squeezed and kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples in sharp, hard bursts that made my vision blur. He fucked me hard and slowly, pulling the pleasure from me in a long, slow tug that made my back arch. "Hawk," I shouted as I flew apart, pleasure fracturing me from the depths of my soul to the surface of my skin. "Oh. My. God."

"Fuck, you feel so good." He pounded harder and harder until his body went taut. "Laura," he grunted in my ear as his orgasm exploded out of him, the hot spray of him filling me up deliciously. "Oh fuck." Aftershocks rocked him, and every pulse of his cock against my sensitized walls sent me over the edge once again.

"Hawk," I cried out as my legs trembled under the force of my pleasure.

He held me tight, kissing the back of my neck until his cock slipped free. "Fucking you just keeps getting better." He was breathless and he sounded happy. "I might be addicted to you."

I licked my smiling lips and let my head fall forward. "Same, Hawk. Pretty sure I can't move." I squeaked when he scooped me in his arms, quickly wrapping my arms around him.

"Don't worry, I'll do everything this next round so your legs can recover in time to feed us dinner."

I tossed my head back and laughed. "Glad your priorities are in order."

His brows dipped. "They are. Orgasms and then food. And then more orgasms."

I laughed again at his playful side. "I respect those priorities."

And what's more? I respected the fact that he kept to those priorities for the rest of the night. Before and after dessert.