Page 3 of Taming Hawke

Hawke

“Hey, baby,” I say just as I walk into Luisa’s bedroom. I cross my arms and ankles, staring at my woman, who is wearing the shortest fucking black dress I have ever seen. She stares back at me through the mirror she’s standing in front of as she puts on some earrings. My eyes travel down her slim legs and land on her shoes, so fucking high her legs seem endless. I drop my hands back to my side and push off her bedroom wall. Making my way toward her, I slide them around her small waist when I get there, flattening my palms against her toned belly. My cock hardens as it makes contact with her ass and I kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder, enjoying her intake of breath.

“Hawke, not now,” she says, giggling. “I need to get ready, Jasmine will be here any minute with our cab.”

I stare at her through the mirror, her dark brown eyes widening as my right hand moves higher, cupping her breast. I toy with her nipple and she gasps. I lick her neck and kiss under her ear. “There’s no fucking way you’re wearing that tonight, baby,” I whisper. “Now be a good girl and change into something else.”

Her eyes narrow at me and she grabs my hand, pulling it away from her tit. She turns around and has to look up. Even with those high as fuck shoes, I still tower over her.

“Listen, Hawke, this is what I’m wearing, and it is final. I am not changing.” She huffs and places her hands on her hips. She’s so fucking cute when she’s angry.

I tilt my head and look down at this beautiful creature who is all mine. “You’ve got to the count of ten, baby, to get your fine ass out of that dress, or I’m going to do it myself. And I can’t guarantee it will still be in one piece when I’m done,” I say, smirking.

Luisa steps back, placing her palms up to me. “You wouldn’t dare?”

“Wouldn’t I?” I reply, enjoying the look of panic on her face.

“This dress cost me two hundred dollars, Hawke. You’re not ruining it.”

“Baby, who said anything about ruining it? If you be a good girl and take it off, we won’t have any problems now, will we?”

“But… but… why?” she says looking down at her dress. “Don’t you like it?”

I step closer, feeling the warmth of her body flush with mine, and tilt her chin with my finger. “Baby, I fucking love it.”

“Then what’s the problem?” she asks, her bottom lip quivering.

I rub my thumb over it and look deep into her eyes. “Because, baby, you’re going out dancing tonight, and there’s no way in hell I’m allowing any man to look at my goods.”

I cup the back of her neck and move her face closer to mine, our lips a hairsbreadth away. “Now be a good girl and change.” I briefly kiss her, and move back before I have my way with her. “You’ve got to the count of ten.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“One,” I say, ignoring her statement. “Two.” I raise my second finger.

“Grrrrr, you’re unbelievable.”

I smile and continue raising fingers. “Three.”

“Fine! I’ll get changed,” she agrees, and heads into her bathroom. I continue to count, and sneak my head around the bathroom door, watching her undress until all she’s wearing is a black thong.

“No bra?” I ask, raising my eyebrows and licking my lips at the sight before me.

She ignores me and walks past me to her closet, and begins to search for something else to wear. She pulls out a red dress and I shake my head, letting her know she can’t wear that. She huffs and pops it back into her closet. I walk behind and reach over her, pulling out a blue dress. It’s longer but has a slit up one side of it. I’m not completely happy with it but it’s going to have to do.

“Here,” I say, handing her the dress.

“Really? This? It’s old, Hawke.”

“Don’t care, baby, it’s what you’re wearing. It’s either that or you’re wearing jeans.”

She snatches the dress out of my hands and quickly places it over her head; I watch the dress fall down her beautiful body, shitty that it’s now covering her breasts. She has the most amazing tits, round and perky and big compared to the rest of her body.

The dress fits tightly around her and when she walks back to her dressing table, I see the slit of the dress reveal a little too much for my liking. But I’m not going to argue, she’s compromised, and I’m not gonna tell her she can’t wear what I picked out for her.

Luisa brushes her long, brown hair out in waves, and then clips the side of it up, revealing her beautiful neck. I adjust my cock and she notices through the mirror. She turns around to face me, smiling as she walks over to me. She looks fucking hot.

I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in closer to me. “Listen, baby, you be careful tonight. I’ve got the prospects following you.” I quickly raise a finger to her lips, concealing her protest. “Before you go yelling at me, Quill ordered it. His woman is pregnant and out on the town, there’s no fucking way he’s not having eyes on her. Now, enjoy Jasmine’s bachelorette party, but just promise me you won’t drink too much while I’m not around.”

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