Page 10 of Taming Hawke

Hawke

Josie can barely stand when I reach to help her out of the front seat of her car, and she stumbles into my arms. I hold her around her waist, and ask for the password for the apartment gates when we reach them. She looks up at me lazily. “It’s the same.” I nod and dial 0412, the anniversary date of when we first met.

The gate opens and I walk Josie through and slam it behind us. Walking up the apartment building’s steps, I practically have to drag her up each one. Once we’re finally in front of her door, I grab keys from her bag I’d shoved over her shoulder, and unlock it.

When we enter there’s light glowing from a lampshade in the lounge room, and I walk her down the hall to her bedroom.

Opening the door, flashbacks of the last time I was in here run through my mind, the image of Josie and her lover fucking on the bed displaying before me. I grind my teeth to try and rid the painful vision, taking a long and steady breath.

I pick Josie up in my arms and carry her to the bathroom, placing her in the shower recess. “What are you doing?” she squeals as I turn the cold water on, hoping it will shock her out of her high.

“Shit,” she gasps as the water cascades down her body, drenching her clothes and making them stick to her delicate frame. I turn to walk away, but I’m stopped in my tracks when she grabs onto my arm, keeping me beside her. I squeeze my eyes shut before turning around to face her again.

I swallow hard when I see her eyes are hooded with desire. She’s so beautiful; she’s always been beautiful. She’s skinnier than I remember but still gorgeous as hell, and the way her doe eyes are pleading with mine to what? Fuck her? No fucking way! That look and her hot body may have gotten me to fuck her in the past, but things are different now. I love someone else. Love? Fuck! I just used the L word.

Luisa loves me for me and is beautiful on the inside and out. Unlike the woman who is standing here before me.

Her hands shoot forward and she pulls on my cut, bringing me in closer to her wet body and forcing my chest to rub up against her breasts. I can feel her hard nipples against my torso, begging for me to stroke them through her skimpy top.

“I want you, Hawke. Please take me, here and now,” she whispers in my ear as her tongue reaches out to lick the shell of it. I can feel her warm breath fan my cheek. Her tongue continues a path down the side of my cheek to my neck, where she licks and sucks. Her hands slide up the inside of my shirt where she runs her nails down my abs, then lets them linger at the button on my jeans.

I exhale loudly; the woman has a fucking nerve. She looks up at me, droplets of water sprinkling her eyelashes. She looks beautiful, almost angelic. Her lips are swollen with need and I hold my breath as her hand slides into my jeans and cups my cock.

“Fuck!” I grunt, and feel myself getting hard.

I grab her face between my hands and kiss her solidly. She moans into my mouth and her familiar taste comes flooding back. She tightens her hand on my shaft and begins to stroke it through my boxers. I rip her shirt off easily and cup her breasts through her bra, toying with her nipples.

Fuck, I can’t fucking do this. I don’t want her, I want Luisa. Just as she’s about to unzip my jeans I pull back, breathing heavily.

“Why did you stop?” she asks, breathless.

I shake my head. “I don’t want this, I have a woman. This cannot happen again.”

Josie smiles and looks down at my groin. “I’d say you’re lying, and that you want this really bad.”

I adjust my cock, still semi-hard, and narrow my eyes at her. “No! I don’t want this. A man can’t help it if he gets hard from a woman rubbing his cock,” I growl. “The only reason I’m here is because I wanted to see you home safe and… what the fuck are you doing?” She unzips her skirt, and it sinks to the shower floor.

“I’m getting naked, isn’t that what you do when you have a shower?”

My eyes move back up to her white G-string, and I spin around and walk out of the bathroom, trying to get my mind back in order. I sink down onto her bed and run my hands through my long hair. It’s a little wet from the shower. I’m pissed at myself for giving in to her. Luisa, think of Luisa. She is your world. Don’t fuck this up! I get up from the bed and begin pacing the bedroom floor, my gut twisting in knots from having kissed Josie. She’s always had this hold on me and I need to get the fuck out of here, but not before I find out what the hell is going on with her.

I hear the shower stop, and a few minutes later Josie walks out of the bathroom, her hair wet and falling around her shoulders, a white towel wrapped around her body.

“Oh,” she says, her eyes wide. “You’re still here.”

“Yes, I’m still fucking here,” I growl, walking toward her. She steps back when she sees the anger evident in my face, and falls back against the wall, clutching the front of her towel to her chest.

“What the fuck are you doing stripping at Black Panthers, Josie? And getting high? Tell me!” I demand, as I grab hold of her wrist, pulling her arm toward me and running my fingers over the needle marks there.

Tears pool in her eyes and she turns her face to the side, unable to look at me. I grab her chin with force, making her look back at me. “Tell me now, Josie,” I demand, “or so help me God, I will force it out of you.”

“Fine!” she yells. “I’ll tell you, but it’s not a pretty story.” She hangs her head in defeat.

“Don’t give a fuck. I want to know.”

She pushes me back, hands on my chest, and moves to her bed. She takes a seat on the edge of it.

Not trusting myself, I stay where I am and lean against the wall she just vacated.

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