Jack grinned. “Yeah, boy. Smart idea. Now, how are you going to get her to take us up on the offer?”
I grimaced—that was the hard part. Gracie was going to think that I was behind all of this, and it wouldn’t be a lie. I was going to put a lot of the money up for it. It wasn’t like I didn’t have it to spare. I had no rent, no big bills to pay, and our runs paid extremely well, not to mention the money I got from my share of the bar. I could pay for her tuition and anything else she could ever want.
Bash emptied his beer and tossed the bottle in the big trashcan behind me. “I know exactly how to get her to agree: Jenkins. He can tell her that he wants to sponsor her or some shit. That he needs a reliable replacement for when he retires and the university recommended several possibilities. Her name was at the top of the list. She gets her tuition paid, a job where she can learn what we need her to know for later on down the road, and has money coming in for whatever else she needs. Problem solved.”
“Fuck, you brilliant bastard.” I punched him in the arm, a new lightness filling my chest. If this worked I wouldn’t have to worry about Gracie working herself to death. “So why hasn’t your smart ass asked Raven to marry you yet?”
Lightning flashed at me from my club president’s eyes, letting me know that my question struck a nerve. “I have my reasons. Don’t rush it, brother. I’ll wife her, stop busting my balls about it.”
I wasn’t the only one to ask him about marrying my sister. Spider had asked more than once, and I know Colt and Raider had been bitching at him about it. I wasn’t worried about it. I knew he loved Raven, and he probably had his reasons for waiting. I suspected that it had something to do with Jet, but I wasn’t going to open my mouth about it anymore than I already had.
“Church is going to start in a few. I’ll call Jenkins as soon as it’s over,” Bash assured me. “I’ll get Raven to set up an account just for Gracie. Make sure she doesn’t know where the money is coming from.”
Church passed quickly. Everything was quiet for the moment. With the exception of a few protection runs that would be taken care of over the next week there wasn’t much going on. Even Samson was lying low for the time being, which only made me anxious for his next move.
The biggest thing we had to talk about was Jet’s coming home party in three weeks. My brother was getting out on parole and we needed to welcome him back like the hero he was. We’d have it here at the bar, and then we could move it to the clubhouse later on so that my brother could take care of some pussy business. Raider had talked to all of the sheep and they were going to make sure that my brother had a “welcome home” that he will definitely remember.
After church let out half the guys left, while the others stuck around to get shitfaced. I called it a night when Willa came in to work at eight. Between her and my younger brothers they had the place covered. I wanted to get home and crawl into bed with Gracie.
Her head wasn’t hurting anymore and Doc said she could leave our bedroom tomorrow. I was sure that he’d only made her stay in bed so long because he knew she was so stubborn that she would want to go back to work as soon as he gave her the okay to get up. For that I was thankful for the old fucker.
At home I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked through the house. Raven was stretched out on the couch with Lexa sitting on the floor in front of her. They were watching some kind of animated movie on Netflix that had Lexa’s full attention. As I passed, Raven nodded her head in greeting but didn’t do anything else. Probably scared she would distract Lexa.
I grinned and stood at the bottom of the steps for a long moment to watch them. My sister had never been the maternal type until that little girl dropped into our lives. She’d taken to motherhood like a duck to water. She was a natural at it. Lexa adored her and I knew that the baby she was carrying would too. Shaking my head, I climbed the stairs and went to my room.
It was still early, barely after nine. When I opened the door Gracie was stretched out across the bed, the remote to the flat screen on the opposite wall in her hand as she flipped through channels. I leaned against the doorframe while she glared at the television, her mouth pressed in a hard line. I could tell she was bored out of her mind.
Just watching her like this messed with my head and my chest, not to mention my dick. Looking at her filled me with a mixture of peace, love, and need so strong it was a wonder I didn’t have a permanent imprint of my zipper on the shaft of my cock. I wanted to lie down beside her and just hold her.
That was exactly what we’d done all week, even though I’d wanted to do a lot fucking more. Since that first damn kiss I’d found it nearly impossible to keep my hands and lips to myself, but I had. For the most part. A kiss here and there, a peck on the lips or a brush of her lips over some random part of my body had kept me on the verge of insanity for days. I’d learned that I love her lips on me.
Just wished those butterfly soft kisses would travel to other parts of my body. Like my chest, or better yet, my aching dick.
“Want to watch a movie with me?” she asked without taking her eyes off the screen.
I tried not to make a face. “Is it a chick flick?” I’ve watched more in the last week than I have in my entire life. Okay, fuck. So I’d never watched a chick flick before this week, but damn the ten I’ve watched this week alone should absolve me of all my past sins plus make me eligible for sainthood.
She snickered. “It’s a comedy.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, baby. A comedy can still qualify as a chick flick.” Something I’d learned all too quickly when I’d gotten conned into watching The Proposal Sunday night. Sure, that old bitch Betty White had made me laugh, but that shit had been a pure chick flick.
Aged-bourbon-colored eyes rolled and she sat up in the middle of the bed. “Okay, fine. I’ll give you two options. Two Weeks Notice is on. It’s funny and has Sandra Bullock in it. It’s a favorite of mine.” So was The Proposal and Blindside. Both had Sandra Bullock in them, too. It was a safe bet that my female liked that particular actress a good bit. I had no problem with the chick, just that the majority of her movies were fucking chick flicks.
“Pass. What’s the second option?” I moved into the room, shutting and locking the door behind me.
A blush filled Gracie’s cheeks and she turned her full attention to the television. “Nine and a Half Weeks is also on. I’m a big fan of Mickey Rourke.”
I sucked in a deep breath as my dick went rock hard. Fuck. Ah, fucking fuck. My girl wanted me to sit and watch the equivalent of soft-core porn with her? Fuck. Was she trying to drive me over the edge? Because that was what would definitely fucking happen if I had to sit through that particular movie.
A man could only be expected to have so much willpower, damn it. I was holding onto mine by my fingernails, and my hold was quickly slipping.
“Those my only choices?” I was able to get the question out in a voice gruff with suppressed need.
“Yes. Those are the only two movies on that I am even a little bit interested in watching.” She bit her lip and finally met my gaze. “So, which would you like to watch with me?”
Did I want to sit through two hours of Sandra Bullock doing god knew what or two hours of Mickey Rourke having sex with Kim Basinger? One would rot my brain whereas the other would leave me with blue balls. Fucking hell. “Nine and a Half Weeks it is.” I’d take the pain in my balls over the mind-numbing boredom the chick flick would cause any day. Oh, fuck. Wait. Was Nine and a Half Weeks a chick flick? Even though it had the sex, it was just as much a chick flick as the other one.
The little minx had tricked me.
Chuckling, I tugged off my work shirt before climbing into bed beside her. Tucking her close to my side, I got around to finding the movie. I felt her smile against my chest as she pressed a small kiss over my heart. My already hard dick twitched in my jeans and I bit back a curse as she snuggled against me even more.
I was either going to really regret this or really
, really enjoy it.
Fuck, I hoped it was the latter.
Fifteen minutes later, we hadn’t even gotten to any sex scenes and I was already regretting it. Gracie was tracing her soft fingertips over my chest, right over my heart. I doubted she even realized she was doing it. I tried to ignore it, but it felt so damn good and after a few minutes I realized that she kept tracing the same pattern over and over again. A little heart. Christ, she knew how to make me crumble without even trying.
Catching hold of her fingers, I lifted them to my lips and kissed each fingertip. Her eyes stayed on the television, but she couldn’t hold back a small gasp. She squirmed against me, lifting one leg to wrap over both of mine and wiggled until she seemed more comfortable. Her knee just barely missed my throbbing cock. When she was settled again I nearly lost my mind right then and there at the feel of the warmth radiating through her thin pajama pants as her pussy pressed against my thigh.
Oh shit. I was in serious trouble here. I’d been so good all damn week, keeping my hands to myself. It had cost me a lot of sleep and forced me to take one cold shower after another. I’d nearly came in my jeans on the ride to work yesterday after leaving her in my bed just minutes after kissing her. My body was primed and ready to make this girl my own.
If she hadn’t been sick, if her head hadn’t still been bothering her and Doc hadn’t told me that she needed to keep still and rest as much as possible, I would have already claimed what was mine. Blowing out a long breath, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tried to think of anything other than the throbbing coming from my favorite appendage.
Gracie lifted her head. Pushing a few locks of hair from her face, she gave me a concerned look. “What’s wrong?”
I gave her a sexy grin. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. Just aching for you.” Her cheeks filled with pink but she didn’t lower her eyes. My female was getting bolder, something that I was seriously loving. I didn’t want her shying away from that part of our relationship.
The tip of her tongue snuck out and dampened her bottom lip. “I ache for you, too.”
If I thought I was hard before, I was wrong. So fucking wrong. My jeans suddenly felt like they were too small as my dick pressed into the zipper through my boxers. My balls tightened and I felt the tip of my aching dick dampen with pre-cum. The thought of her aching as badly as I was scrambled my brain. I hated the idea of her needing me and going unsatisfied.
Combing my fingers through her hair, I lifted my head to brush my lips tenderly over hers. “I can help you with that,” I breathed against her mouth. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll take care of anything you want or need.”
Aged-bourbon eyes turned to pure gold and her next breath had a hitch to it. Letting my hands skim down her back through the soft material of her pajama top I carefully urged her closer. “If you aren’t ready for sex, then I’m okay with that. We can go as fast or as slow as you want.” I rubbed my nose down her neck and nuzzled her ear before sucking the lobe roughly.
Her fingers trembled against my stomach and I swear my dick thickened even more in anticipation of her touching it. “But we don’t have to have sex for me to make you feel good, baby. I can kiss you…” I pressed a kiss to her neck and felt her shiver. “Touch you…” My fingers drifted down her arm and cupped her tit, my thumb rubbing over an already hard nipple. “Lick you…” I licked across her lips before thrusting my tongue deep into her sweet, hot mouth.
When I pulled back we were both breathing heavily and her eyes had shut. “I want to lick you so fucking bad, Gracie.” I’d meant to whisper the words but they came out like a growl and more than a little desperate.
Passion-filled brown eyes opened and I could see my own need mirrored in their warm depths. Her mouth opened, her breath coming out in little needy pants. I couldn’t resist kissing that mouth again and didn’t try as I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. Fuck, she tasted so damn good.
It only made me want to find out what she tasted like lower.
My hold on her tit tightened. A soft whimper left her and she arched into my hand. “H-hawk,” she breathed my name as she pulled back. “I… Please…”
I pressed my lips to her jaw. “What, baby? I need the words. Tell me what you want.” As badly as I wanted her, wanted this to happen, I needed her to tell me exactly what she wanted so that I knew she wouldn’t regret it later.
Gracie sucked in a breath and licked her kiss-swollen lips again. “I want...” She blinked and shook her head as a scene from the movie became intense. Fuck, I wished I were doing that to Gracie right then. “I want you to kiss me, touch me, and lick me. I want all of that and more.” Her trembling hand covered mine on her tit, pressing my touch closer. “P-please?” she whispered almost as if she were afraid I would say no.
Like I could.
Turning onto my back I pulled her on top of me. Her lips were already seeking mine as my hands tangled in her hair. The heat burning through her pajamas was almost scalding when it pressed against my jeans-covered crotch. I couldn’t wait until I uncovered that heat and tasted her there.
I wanted to take things slow, though. She deserved slow and tender. I’d never been either with a woman. From the time I first started getting interested in girls I’ve had pussy on hand any time I’d wanted it. It hadn’t mattered if I was slow, tender, or considerate with them. Club sheep were just happy to have me pull my dick out for them. With Gracie this was all new territory for me, so I guess this was a first for both of us.
Gracie’s hips shifted, her pussy rubbing right over my aching dick. For a few seconds I saw stars flashing behind my closed eyelids. Fuck. That felt so fucking good. But if this was going to last past two minutes I couldn’t let her move around like that. A few more innocent rubs like that and I was going to spray my boxers like an untried fifteen-year-old boy.
Grabbing hold of her hips with both hands I flipped her onto her back and pressed her thighs open. Oh fuck, that was such a bad idea. Now she was spread open even more for me, and it felt so damn good to just lie against her like that. My dick twitched against her hot pussy and we both moaned at the sheer pleasure of it.
“Gotta get you undressed, baby. I’m losing my head already.” I kissed my way down her neck and across her chest as much as her top would allow. My fingers sought the hem of the cotton pajama top and I pulled back long enough to strip it off of her.
Looking down at her bare chest made all the oxygen in my lungs freeze for a minute. Damn, she was perfect. Creamy skin. Tits that were a little more than a handful for me. Nipples the soft color of pink cotton candy. Fuck, I loved pink cotton candy. On her stomach, just a few inches above her navel was a single freckle that stood out from all her unblemished skin.
I sucked in a shaky breath and let my fingers memorize every square inch that my eyes were feasting on. I watched in fascination as gooseflesh popped up where I touched. My female watched me through her lowered lashes, her even white teeth sinking deep into her well-kissed bottom lip and a soft blush warming her cheeks.
When I am eighty and my mind is fading I will still remember this moment, I thought. Nothing would ever take this memory from me. Nothing.
Swallowing hard, I lowered my head and kissed everywhere that I’d just touched. Gracie trembled and arched against my mouth. When she tried to wrap her arms around me, holding me against her, I gently unlocked her arms and held them at her sides so that I could continue my feast.
It felt like I’d barely begun when I’d reached the top of her pajama pants. I dipped my tongue into her navel as my fingers lifted the waistband and tugged her pants off her, panties and all. As soon as I uncovered her pussy I growled in pleasure as the scent of her desire filled my nose. Her thighs glistened with her liquid need for me, her pussy lips drenched with her sweet-smelling cream.
Tossing the pajamas over my shoulder I sat back on my calves, taking mental snapshots of her beautiful pussy. One day, I promised myself. One day I would take the time to record thi
s beautiful creature so that I could show her what I saw right now. So that she could see what a lucky bastard I was.
“H-Hawk,” she whispered my name brokenly as I lowered my head and swiped my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. Her taste exploded on my tongue and I discovered what it was to become an instant addict. Fucking hell, she tasted like heaven. I needed more. I needed all of it, every last drop.
“Oh God!” she cried out and her fingers thrust into my hair, holding me against her. There wasn’t any need. I wasn’t going any-fucking-where until I had her coming apart on my tongue and I could lick up every ounce of cream she gave me.
Chapter 12
Gracie
I was dying. There was no other way to describe what was happening to my body. Hawk was killing me with pleasure.
His tongue was doing dirty, naughty things to a place that no one but me had ever touched. Strong hands pressed my thighs further and further apart while his tongue circled my clit with strong strokes. With each brush from the tip of his talented tongue over the very top of that little bundle of nerves, more and more liquid flooded my opening.
My heart was pounding away, making my chest shake from the force of it. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past how much I freaking loved having him lick me there. This was sweet torture, and I knew I wasn’t going to survive the end result.
I felt the tip of one of his fingers rubbing around the outside of my entrance and moaned his name. Just the teasing of the possibility of him filling me up there with his long, wide finger made me dizzy with a need I couldn’t rationally explain. I craved being filled by him like a drowning person craved air.
Blond lashes lifted, revealing desire brightened olive-jade green eyes. The edges of his mouth lifted in a hungry grin as he watched me coming apart for him. I was so close, but I had no idea what I was close to. The end. My death. Yes, most likely my death. And like the crazy person he was turning me into, I was ready for it.