“This doesn’t mean anything.” Her pupils dilated when Hawk pinned her with a look.
Diesel kept to the side, his hands loose. Enough heat radiated off him to cause concern.
Callie reached for me, her hands landing on my hips as she rose onto her tip toes. “It doesn’t mean anything.” She kissed me hot and hard, stealing my breath with the force of it.
Hawk closed the door and locked it. Diesel did the same with the main door leading into the house, locking the four of us together.
“You remember how this works?” There are too many clothes between us and too many years for me to willingly waste another second. Tugging the hem of her shirt, I sweep it up over her head and drop it onto the table.
Her nod was enough to bring my hands to her jeans, then to her boots, working all of them off until she stood bare before us. More. I had to have all of her. I eased her onto the nearest chairand knelt in front of her. “Just like before.” I barely managed to say that much before I lowered my head and buried my mouth between her legs. Even knowing it was coming, her scent and taste pushed me right over the fucking edge. And when she moaned, her body arching for more, I gave her everything. I lapped at her clit, then sucked it hard enough to make Callie buck onto my face. Then I did it again because there was no greater feeling in the world than her legs around my head and her pleasure on my tongue.
Hawk and Diesel moved in from either side. Diesel took her nipple into his mouth and Hawk bent to kiss Callie, swallowing her cries until they turned to whimpers. I needed to hear that every single day for the rest of my life. Didn’t matter who caused it, as long as she was willing. I guided her legs further apart and swept my tongue up and down in a hard caress while sliding a finger inside her. She might have murmured my name, but with Hawk locked on her lips, I couldn’t be sure. When her breathing went ragged and she clenched around my finger, Hawk broke the kiss and held a hand against her cheek.
Her eyelashes swept down and back up and she leaned into Hawk’s hand as she came apart on my mouth. Fuck she was hot as hell.
19
HAWK
Having Callie under our protection again should have felt like a win. It didn’t. I wanted her here of her own volition, not because fear told her to stay. Then again, Callie usually told fear to go fuck itself, so here we were. She’d already tried to leave once. Seven years I'd spent running a club and enforcing rules I'd convinced myself were necessary, and the cost of that had walked back into my county with burned palms and a six-year-old boy who had Colt's eyes and Callie's mouth and no idea what any of us were to each other. I'd made peace with a lot of hard calls over the years. This one I hadn't been able to.
I’d shut her down but she hadn’t closed us out.
Colt drove Callie up the peak of her orgasm and over the edge. I’d never fully appreciated the beauty of her before. I did now. After years of missing her, I soaked up every sound, every flutter of her eyelashes and every movement in her body. Did she still like the same things as before?
Had another man pleasured her in the years since she left us? That thought left a cold pit in my stomach. I pushed it away.Didn’t matter. She was here now. And if now was all we had, I for damn sure was going to make good use of it.
I cradled her head in my hands and swept my thumbs over her cheeks. The tiny burn mark on her neck almost looked like a heart, and I avoided touching it so I didn’t risk hurting her.
“I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.” I bent and kissed her again, this time with the full intention of taking Colt’s place. She stood when I tugged, and Colt shifted out of the way. The kitchen offered a variety of surfaces but none of them very comfortable. I’d rather take her to my room, but there was a very good chance the spell would break the instant I opened the door. So I did the only thing that made sense and lifted her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I congratulated myself on my foresight to remove my clothes before I joined her and Colt in the middle of the kitchen. My cock rubbed between her legs, the slick heat welcoming and so delicious I almost gave in to the urge to fill her then and there. Moving slowly wasn’t exactly my specialty, but doing things the same was I always had might lead to the same outcome. Nothing wrong with a guy learning from his mistakes. I palmed her ass and guided her up and down my shaft without penetrating her, using the heat and friction to build her toward another orgasm.
She wrapped both arms around my neck and leaned back, giving me access to her nipples.
I took one into my mouth and sucked until she gasped. Her body tightened, her heels digging into my spine. “More, Hawk. I need you inside me.” She reached one hand between us and stroked me. It had to hurt like hell with her burned hands, and I didn’t want her hurting herself for me, so I shifted our angle and eased the head of my cock into her.
“Yes.” She hissed that one word, her head falling back as I sank deeper. “All of it. I need it. Oh god.”
Fuck me. I’d almost forgotten how incredible she felt wrapped around me like this. It was like my brain had decided it wasn’t real so it blocked the pleasure to keep me sane. Being here again, her body straining to take all of me, woke up all those memories. I released her nipple and moved to kiss the side of her neck. The shift in angle brought us closer together, and goosebumps broke out on her arms as she trembled.
“Almost there.” I lifted her up and down a few times, giving her what she could handle before asking her more.
“I’m going to come before you even get all the way in if you keep that up.” Her short, panting breaths led to groans and several deep shudders. Her pussy tightened. “Fuck, Hawk. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.”
“Go ahead, Callie. I have plenty of time.” Time and patience. I’d rather feel her come a hundred times to my one than risk losing out on all of this. She took me at my word and stopped fighting it, which was the most trust she'd shown me since the parking lot. I wasn't going to waste it. I slid deeper, pumping my hips and holding her as she came hard enough to lock her entire body around me. “That’s it.” I had no idea where Colt and Diesel were. I didn’t care. All that mattered was this moment with Callie, the connection between us and a future I had no right to hope for. I bottomed out inside her, my balls slapping her ass when I moved.
Her lips parted in that delicious O and she wiggled her legs. “Put me on the counter.”
“It’s cold.”
“Don’t care.”
I withdrew to the tip and slammed home with a solid thrust that bounced her tits and brought out a strangled gasp from both of us. Only then did I set her ass on the edge of the counter, hook her legs over my shoulders, and pin her with a hand over her waist. She looked up at me with her hair loose around her face. Her lips parted, and the thin chain at her collarbone caught the low light. For one second, I gave in to the need to simply look at her and revel in the feel of her in my arms. She'd worn that chain every day I knew her and apparently every day since. I'd never asked her about it. Another thing I intended to change. Widening my stance for a better alignment, I locked eyes with Callie and pushed deep. She took every inch.
My stomach clenched, my balls drawing up tight at the way she looked at me, the way her body accepted me. My cock pulsed and swelled, and Callie grasped my wrist where I held her, rocking her hips hard enough she’d have bruises when I moved to meet her.
“Don’t stop.” She must have sensed my hesitation, because her grip on my wrist tightened. “I can take you, Hawk. All of you. You don’t have to hold back.”
Damn it. Damn her. She unraveled my control with nothing more than her words and the sheer bliss we found as we moved together. I stopped being polite with my strokes and let my hips snap forward, plunging into her hard and fast. I kept going as her cries lifted higher, her body coiling tighter. Her thighs spasmed, her heels pulling at my shoulders with every thrust.
