Page 22 of Resurrection
My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Well, ok. Fair enough.” The simple logic in his argument spurs Jax and me to join Hawk, opening the other cupboards and diving in.
All three of us take turns, sifting through the sex toys as if we were at the store shopping for groceries, but when Hawk bends over, looking like he’s about to pick up the St. Andrews Cross, Jax halts him in his tracks. “Bro, stop. Hold your fucking horses. How in the holy hand grenade do you expect us to transport that fucking thing? The shit’s bigger than you!”
“It’s on wheels. Look!” Hawk lifts a stopper at the bottom and, lo and behold, the entire contraption begins rolling across the floor easily. It does nothing to convince Jax, however.
“Absolutely not,” Jax continues, putting his foot down on the matter.
“Awww, come on,” Hawk whines, but suddenly a conniving smirk lifts on his face as he points his finger back at Jax. “Oh wait. That’s it. I get it, now.”
“What?”
“You’re afraid you might like it. I knew it. Kinky fucker.” Hawk smiles in Jax’s direction.
“Uh huh, ... Right,” Jax deadpans, but it doesn’t lessen Hawk’s teasing.
“I bet you just love a little smackdown. Little whippy action. Yeah. That’s right.” Hawk lifts the bullwhip and starts swinging both it and his hips around. “Whip it good!”
They both laugh and banter back and forth but then they notice me, still standing by the door, my cheeks burning like fire as I lift a package holding various spikey metal things. I have no clue what they’re used for besides pain, pain, and, oh yeah, that’s right, more pain.
“Or maybe Aly might want to give it a go.” He smirks. “Why’re you so red, sweetheart?” At my silence, Hawk stalks towards me, slow and steady. He doesn’t say anything more, even as he comes to stand right in front of me. A knowing smile pulls at the corner of his lips, making him all the more irresistible and me more pliant.
Damn, I love it when he does that...
He dips his sexy face down to where my shoulder meets my neck, hovering in the dips of my collar bones and dragging his lips over my sensitive skin. It’s like he’s trying to smell and taste my essence from every inch of naked flesh available. He slowly drags his face up the side of my neck, planting soft kisses that are barely there, but have a huge impact on the dam that’s about to burst in my panties. It’s like I’m the little Dutch boy, trying to tamp down my arousal, only to have another leak spring somewhere else whenever … Hawk… does…that...Oh that’s… That’s…
Oh, fuck it, don’t stop.
He licks the soft spot below my ear, then pulls the lobe into his mouth, nibbling it, sucking on it, making me melt in his arms. “I know… Why don’tyouhelp me choose what toys you want us to use on you. The ones that’ll make you explode for us. Which ones were they? A dildo? No… that’s not it. If you want cock, you come to one of us for it. No need for fake dicks around here when you’ve got three real, live ones standing at attention for you at all times.” His fingers dance along the hem of my shorts as he ghosts his lips against my ear. “Or maybe there’s something you want to use on one of us…,” Hawk whispers, the manner of his words making my eyes flutter into the back of my head.
“I…” My breath catches and I can almost see the lightbulb flare to life above my head.Sinister plans downloading...Hawk might have made up for his underwear ripping stunt by finding and gifting me a whole plethora of new bra and panty sets he found randomly in the house a few days ago, complete with a note that said, “I’m sorry for the other day, sweetheart. I’m an ass. You know this. You also know I’d never disrespect you and, at the same time, neglect my favorite place to sleep. And look! There’s even a set that has sloths on them! And you LOVE sloths! So, please stop depriving me of your beautiful boobs. The others get to see them but you keep on hiding them from me ever since I tore your bunny one to shreds, which is totally understandable, but... I miss them. A lot. And I’ve learned my lesson and will never pull that shit ever again. If I do,I give you permission to kick me square in the nuts. XOXO, the most humble servant of the best woman with the best boobies in all the world. Hawk,”but this is too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Hawk notices the change in my demeanor and cocks his head at me. I’m still a messy bucket of horniness, but no longer quivering with unbridled need. Instead, I’m standing tall and on a mission. “Actually, you might be on to something. Ididwin the supply race back at the cabin, after all.” Which means I could have some serious fun with this. With my head no longer in the clouds from Hawk’s lingering kisses, the ideas start to flood my brain.
Oh yes, this is perfect.
Pushing Hawk to the side, I strut over to the pile he made in the center of the room, all the while smirking like the devil’s assistant.
“Uh… What’s… What’s going on here?” Hawk asks nervously, obviously confused. Jax stands off to the side, a knowing smirk on his face as he watches me sift through the unopened packages of goodies. I lift a few, one after another, taunting Hawk with them as I place them in the bag Jax offers.
First, a pair of handcuffs. Then, a few cock rings. Next, a two-in-one stroker—a mutual masturbation tool meant to be used simultaneously by two men from both ends. Lastly, with two gripping hands and a mighty heave, I lift the giant tentacle dildo over my head, waving it around in the air like a medieval claymore. His eyespop open in shock as I place it in the bag with the other toys; the tip of the tentacle sticking out of the bag due to how fucking huge the damn thing is. Hawk’s hands come up in a placating stance.
“Ok, whoa, now. Just... Wait a minute. What...in the fuck... are you gonna do withthat?!” Hawk gestures to the bag, visibly shaken by the knowledge that the giant tentacle dildo is coming with us on our road trip. When I say and do nothing more than lift a threatening eyebrow, he goes ballistic. “I was kidding! I wasn’t gonna use it on you! I swear!” I say nothing, but my smile definitely grows wider and more sadistic the more paranoid Hawk gets.
He starts to pace in front of us, gripping his hair tightly as he shakes his head. “Oh, fuck me, this is not turning out how I thought it was going to. Or wait. DON’Tfuckme! Oh, holy shit.” Hawk holds up his hands imploringly, simply begging me to listen to his pleas. My eyes meet Jax’s, mischievous thoughts running in the air between us. I don’t actually have any intention of using that monstrosity on him, Cole, or anybody, in fact. It’s just fun to make him shiver his timbers every once in a while.
I’m about to close the bag when I see one last thing. A necessity that I refuse to go another day without having an over abundant supply of. I go over to the cabinet and pick up the industrial size bottle of lube, walk back over to the bag on the floor in front of Hawk, and smile up at him as I place it in with the rest of our horny haul. I can’t even close the bag, it’s that full. Suddenly,Hawk’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his knees buckling just before he falls to the ground, passing out from tentacle shock.
Oh, this is gonna be fun….
Chapter Eleven
Cole
“What happened to him?” Startling Aly and Jax with my question and presence, I point to Hawk’s prone body, lying on the ground, unconscious, while both of them stand to the side, laughing hysterically. I reach down to check his pulse and find that he’s ok, just out cold for some reason. There’s also a backpack on the floor with a rather large and flimsy tentacle hanging out of the top of it.
What the hell is that, a lawn ornament?
Upon closer inspection of the room and its contents, I shake my head and mentally smack my initial naivety. This is a sex dungeon. A BDSM cave. A verifiable sin bin. Andthatis no damn lawn ornament. Honestly, what do you do with a four-foot-long sex toy? The human body can only take so much. The most anyone could do with that, especially with its girth, ismaybe the top five to seven inches. What a waste of perfectly good silicone. I silently wonder why the hell someone decided to stash it in a backpack like we’re going to haul the enormous thing around with us. I mean,I guesswe can use it as a weapon? The thing has to weigh like forty pounds. That’ll definitely surprise the shit out of someone before it knocks them on their ass. Talk about humbling.
