Prowler: Forsaken Ones MC (9 page)

Felicity

Waking up next to Hawk in his silk sheets had become the norm in my life. It was strangely comfortable to wake up with someone’s arms wrapped around me, despite all the years I had spent not allowing that sort of thing to happen. We were forging a connection, whether we liked it or not.

I had spent the last few days submitting to his sexual desires and allowing myself to simply enjoy the pleasure of his body instead of controlling every aspect of our sex like it was some sort of business transaction. Giving him control over me was the most liberating sexual act I could imagine. Being submissive for him made me realize how little I had enjoyed sex before, which was one of the reasons I had tried to avoid it.

I had always used my body to get what I wanted. Now, he was using it to please himself.

He woke me with his hardened desire pressed between my legs. He woke me with kisses on my neck and shoulder. He cupped my breast in his hand, large enough to engulf me whole between his fingers and palm. He worked my nipple between his fingers, hardening the pink flesh to a point.

It was a pleasant surprise, and it was something I had been waiting for, to be woken up for sex. I turned and smiled, and kissed him. I could have woken up to him like that every day, and I would have been happy.

Hawk’s arms wrapped around my body. He placed his hands flat on my back and pulled me to him. His touch was both comforting and thrilling. I pressed myself against his muscles and felt him throbbing against the folds of skin over the entrance to my wet core.

I pushed my weight against him and rolled him onto his back. He may have woken me with the promise of sex, but I was going to control it. He was going to submit to me.

While I kissed him, I let my hand glide down over the contours of his chest and stomach. He was built to precision. His body was the essence of manhood. He was both a beautiful work of art sculpted from the finest clay and a fine-tuned machine designed to fulfill my needs.

I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. I was surprised to find that he was almost too thick for my fingers to reach all the way around. I stroked him, pumping him a few times and listening to him moan. His muscles strained against my hand as if they were working either to hold back his desire and pleasure, or to let it all go in my grip. I briefly imagined his hot juice flowing down over my fingers. It would have been a pleasure to wear him.

I kissed his chin, then his neck. I could feel his muscles working under my lips as I kissed his shoulder and then his chest. He dug a hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He guided me down as my lips followed the lines of his muscles.

His skin was hairless and immaculate. He was tan, but not like he’d been out in the sun. His skin had a deep glow to it. I kissed the bare skin just above his shaft. I felt his flesh quiver with excitement under my lips, just as my thighs and the tender flesh between them quivered.

“Kiss it, Felicity” he begged, guiding me with his hand still on the back of my head.

I looked up at him and smiled with my mouth just over the tip of his head. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it over the very tip of him, barely touching him. I watched as he sucked his breath in through his teeth and arched his back.

“Take me in your mouth,” he said. This time it was more of an order, and I felt the weight of his hand pushing me down gently. He wasn’t demanding, but the suggestion was there.

I felt a surge of pleasure and excitement rush through my body. Even in bed, we were beginning to play our little game, trying to see who would be able to take control of the situation. I had him right where I wanted him, though, and he wasn’t going anywhere until I said so.

I opened my lips around his head and slowly slid my mouth down over him. He filled my mouth completely, and I could feel the texture of his skin, his veins throbbing with his heightened pulse, as I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

It was the first time he’d allowed himself to be vulnerable to me, and it was the hardest I’d found his manhood. He groaned and rubbed the back of my head as I pulled my lips back, sucking on him as I lifted my head.

“That’s so good,” he panted.

The breathless pleasure in his voice thrilled me. I took him in my mouth again, running my lips and tongue down to where my fingers were wrapped around the base of his shaft. He moaned as I pulled on his shaft with my mouth. I could feel his body tensing beneath me. His manhood tensed in my mouth, and I could feel the pleasure beginning to mount in his body.

I slid back, letting his head pass my lips on the way out. Then, with my hand still on his shaft, I straddled him. I slid my legs down on either side of his waist and hips, and I positioned him so that his head pressed right against my opening.

“Was it good, Hawk?” I asked him tenderly.

“Oh God, it was so good,” he said slowly, his pleasure making his words little more than a whisper.

His hands were on my hips now. Instead of guiding my head down on his shaft, he was ready to guide my hips down against his. He pressed down on me, but I resisted.

“Not yet,” I teased. “We’re going to move at
my
pace this morning.”

I placed one hand on his firm chest and held his shaft in place with the other. I slid him into me and let go, placing both hands on his massive chest for leverage.

I slowly pushed him down, arching my back as I felt every inch of him passing through me. I could feel every detail of his flesh as it slid through my opening. I wrapped my wet lips around him and pulled my hips back up. My muscles tightened as if they were trying to keep him inside me.

I slid back down, stopping before our hips met. He gripped me and tried to pull me the rest of the way down. His sex seemed to grow even harder at being denied full access to me. I rocked my hips where I was, shifting him inside of me.

“Please,” he begged, “take all of it.”

I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Oh, I will, but you’re going to have to wait.”

He pushed up with his hips, sliding himself a little deeper inside of me, but I pulled up. My body trembled as he pressed against each side of my opening. I didn’t know how long I could continue to tease him before I gave in to his wishes.

Not long.

I shoved myself down onto him quickly, thrusting him all the way into me, and ramming him deep into my core. His head pressed against my deepest walls, stretching me inward to accept him.

I sat up and grabbed his hands. I pulled them up to my breasts and made him grip me. He squeezed and pulled while he pushed up into me. I gave him control and let him work my body from underneath.

A sudden wave of pleasure roared through my body as I let go and let him use me.

“Take me,” I panted. “Just like this, Hawk, take me.”

I felt my insides shaking with growing ecstasy as he thrust himself into me even harder. He pulled back and rammed into me again. And again.

I collapsed on top of him, and he grabbed my ass to pull me along his shaft.

I kissed his neck and his shoulders while he abused my insides with his massive shaft. I ran my hands over his arms while he grunted.

He pulled me down as he thrust himself deep into me, and I cried out while he held me down against the base of his shaft. I gripped his arms.

“Holy shit, Hawk,” I said as my whole body began to tremble against him. He trembled beneath me, and I knew we were about to reach ecstasy at the same point.

I rocked my hips to try to get there first so he could pull out of me. It worked. I exploded in a bright white light of pleasure as ecstasy rushed through my body. I rocked myself harder and harder against him, furiously pumping myself against him as my orgasm rolled through me in wave.

“I’m going to come, Felicity,” he said breathlessly, his head tilted back. I pulled myself off of him and slid down his body, taking him first in my hand, then in my mouth.

I wrapped my fingers and lips around him. I tasted my flavor on his skin. It was the first time I remembered tasting myself, but it was a familiar flavor. It tasted right, like I would have expected it to.

Then, my mouth was filled with the taste of his warm, salty juices as his manhood jerked in my hand. He grabbed my head and pushed me down as he pumped his hips against my face.

“Take it all,” he said with a gasp. “Fuck. Get it all, Felicity.”

He filled my mouth, and I swallowed him as quickly as he could empty himself for me. As his body finally relaxed beneath me, I pumped him with my fist and pulled the last few drops out with my lips and tongue.

He let go of my head and ran his hand down along my hair, petting me. I pulled my mouth back, letting him fall out from between my lips.

I looked up at him to see his eyes smiling at me above his open, panting mouth. I could see his pulse racing in his chest.

I took him back in my hand and kissed the sides of his shaft before sliding back up beside him. He put his arms around me and held me against him. His constant attention, though usually sexual in nature, was beginning to feel more like adoration.

Things were getting complicated, because I could feel his adoration being reciprocated. I was happy and comfortable by his side. I felt safe in his arms. I couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, I felt like he saw more than just a toy when he looked at me. Unlike the men before him, Hawk wasn’t thinking of just tossing me to the side when all of this was done.

That was a shame, I thought. One of us needed to understand that this would have to come to an end eventually. And it was probably going to be when I found the diamond.

I hadn’t heard any news from Kleo about the emails yet, so I was off the hook for the time being.

“Good morning,” I said again with a wide smile on my face. I kissed his chest and ran a hand along it.

“Good morning. So, you like being woken up that way?” he asked.

“Of course. You could wake me up that way every day and I wouldn’t mind.” What the hell was I saying? I wasn’t going to be around to be woken up
every day
like that. Once I found the Golden Diamond, I was out.

I needed to get back on track and stop letting myself be lured astray by his
abilities
.

Hawk

We spent the morning lying in bed, lazily letting the hours of the day tick by in each other’s arms while we came down from our morning ecstasy. Felicity never ceased to amaze me. Even in the middle of taking control of the situation, she turned the power back over to me, allowing for us to both share control.

We lay in bed and caressed each other. We laced and unlaced our fingers. She held her hand up to mine to compare the size, showing me how my hand dwarfed hers. We laughed and smiled. We kissed and cuddled. If I hadn’t decided it was time to get up, we probably would have spent the whole day in the light flowing through my sheer curtains.

“How does lunch sound?” I asked as I climbed out of bed. I stumbled to the bathroom while I waited for an answer.

When I came back out, she was sitting up in the bed, having pushed the sheets away from her beautiful body.

“I think it sounds great. What did you have in mind?” Again, she teased me with her green eyes and tempting tone, with her fair skin and long red hair. She teased me with her fingers and her pink nipples, with the trimmed red curls just above her slit.

I wanted to take her again. I wanted to forget lunch. And that was exactly why we needed to get dressed and get out of the bedroom. Maybe even out of the house. We needed to go somewhere where I couldn’t grope her and throw her over the table in the middle of our meal.

“I was thinking we could maybe hit up a bistro in town,” I told her finally, forcing my eyes away from her delicious fruit.

“That sounds like a plan to me,” she said in an upbeat tone.

I laughed to myself as she bounced out of bed and walked past me to the bathroom. When things started, she would have challenged me even about lunch. She would have made some snide remark about my choice to eat in town. Today, she just complied, and she seemed to be doing so happily.

After we showered and dressed, I called one of the cars around to the front.

“Oh, we’re taking a driver?” she asked. “Why don’t we go alone?”

She made it sound like we were a couple of teenagers sneaking off to the movies together, to sit in the back row and make out in the dark without any adult supervision. I sighed. I couldn’t resist the idea of being alone with her, even if it made no difference either way.

“I’ll drive,” I told my driver. He hopped out of the car and handed me the keys. I patted him on the shoulder as I slid in through the driver side door.

My driver hurried around to Felicity’s side and held the door for her. I smirked as I watched him continue to do his job even though he wasn’t going to be driving.

“Thank you,” she said, and looked at me. “At least some people around here remember their manners.”

I laughed. “He gets paid to.”

“Well, if what we did this morning can’t be considered worth that treatment, maybe we need to amend our arrangement,” she said, turning her nose up at me.

“By our original agreement you should be holding the door for
me
,” I teased.

“Good luck with that. Where are we going anyway?” she asked, settling in.

“I was thinking Fiddler’s Rooftop,” I told her. It was a rooftop bistro downtown. “Have you ever been?”

“On a date? No,” she admitted, “but I have eaten there before.”

Of course she had. I drove us into town in the shiny black Mercedes. Though driving a car felt claustrophobic compared to riding my Harley, there was still a sense of liberty and power behind the wheel of the car.

We pulled up to the five-star hotel that housed the bistro on its rooftop, and I parked the car masterfully along the curb in between two other cars.

“I’m impressed.” Felicity praised my parking job as she climbed out of the car, robbing me of the chance to open her door for her. She leaned down and winked before she shut her door and turned away from the car.

I walked around the back of the car to join her on the sidewalk. She wore a stunning white blouse and fitting black skirt that one of my assistants had purchased for her. Her legs tempted me to put her back in the car and drive her back to the house, but I figured if I waited, I would simply want her more by the end of lunch.

“Shall we?” I placed a hand at the small of her back and started to guide her into the hotel so we could take the elevator up for lunch.

Fiddler’s Rooftop wasn’t located at the very top of the hotel. Instead, one wing of the hotel stopped several floors below the main section, creating a kind of terrace. It made for the perfect place to put a restaurant. We exited the building and seated ourselves at one of the outdoor tables overlooking the city.

One of the benefits of getting her out of the house was that it would give me the opportunity to get a little information out of her about who she was and what she did for a living. It seemed things were beginning to move beyond our initial arrangement—a few days of good, adventurous sex—and I found it appropriate to talk a little more about what was really going on.

“Do you know why I brought you here?” I asked after we ordered drinks and sandwiches.

“Because you wanted to show me you weren’t afraid of heights?” She narrowed her eyes at me and laughed.

“No, not quite,” I started.

“No! You don’t mean to tell me you’re afraid to be this high off the ground, do you?” She looked at me wide-eyed and put a hand on mine as if to assure me I was okay. I chuckled. It was pretty obvious she was just trying to avoid any serious conversation by making jokes.

“It has nothing to do with heights or anything like that. And for the record, I’m not afraid of heights.”

“Oh, good. That’s a relief.” She made a show of running her hand across her forehead in mock relief.

I shook my head and laughed.

“So, why did you bring me here?” Her voice turned serious.

“I wanted to talk to you a little bit. It’s been bothering me that you know so much about me, but I don’t know anything about you.” I tried to keep my tone light so I sounded less concerned than I really was.

“Well, I think you know a lot about me,” she said with a suggestive smile.

“Maybe I’d like to know more.”

“Like what?” She almost sounded peeved, like I had hit a nerve.

“Like your last name. Felicity what?” We’d spent almost a whole week together at this point, and I didn’t even know her last name. If it had just been sex and we were looking at the end of our arrangement, it wouldn’t have mattered. But we weren’t looking at that. I was faced with the possibility that this would continue for the foreseeable future.

She didn’t answer right away. She sat and stared at me for a minute first. I could see in her green eyes that she was thinking about what to say. I found it very odd that she wouldn’t just give me the information.

“It’s Tarren,” she finally said. “I thought I had told you that before.”

“If you did, I forgot it.” I was fairly certain she hadn’t, but I wasn’t going to accuse of her of lying to me.

“What’s with the sudden need to know things?” Her guard was up. Not a good sign. If I continued to follow through with my current line of questioning, it seemed likely that I would discover things I didn’t need to know.

“I just figured we ought to know more about each other if we’re going to keep our arrangement going.” I thought that sounded reasonable enough. There may have been an element of that initially, but as I watched her attitude change, I realized I needed to know what I was up against.

“Well, what else do you need to know? Want to know what I do?” Her tone was becoming almost confrontational now.

“Sure. That’s always good to know.” I tried to ignore her tone and keep things light, but it was getting hard. I did
not
want this to become a fight between us. I did not want it to become strictly business.

“I work for a collector.” Her tone softened a bit.

“What kind of collector?” My interest was piqued. Of course she worked for a collector of some sort. I still wasn’t completely convinced she hadn’t bumped into me so she could locate the Golden Diamond.

“Art, jewelry, antiques, and other valuables,” she said nonchalantly. She was either hiding something or trying to downplay what she did. Neither reason for her tone seemed like a good one. However, her line of work brought me right back to the idea that this was all set up.

“Who’s the collector?” I asked, trying to probe gently. I was mindful of my tone. I didn’t want to sound too pushy.

“My employer doesn’t like for me to go around telling people their identity.” She stared at me squarely. This conversation was starting to enter the realm of business now. We were no longer two lovers enjoying lunch at a rooftop bistro in the middle of beautiful, sunny day.

“I can appreciate that.” I nodded, backing down to keep her from shutting me out completely.

“Thank you.”

“Are you at work right now?” It was a loaded question, I knew. I also knew that she would catch what I was asking her if she really were at work trying to find out the location of the Golden Diamond. Her answer would tell me a lot about what was really going on between us.

“No, right now I’m at lunch.” She smiled spitefully and winked.

I knew a little bit more than I had before, but not much. I knew enough to go behind her back with the guys in the MC to find out more about who she really was. I hated to have to go behind her back like that, and I didn’t feel like I really needed to in order to protect the diamond. If she hadn’t figured out that it was at the house by now, she probably never would.

I needed to know who she really was so I could protect myself, though. Plus, if she worked for a legitimate collector, there was a possibility I could get her to turn on them for me.

“So, do you help your employer track down valuable jewelry and works of art, or what?” I asked, trying to take a different angle to get more information out of her.

“I usually just handle the deals. I help them procure different pieces once they’re located.”

“So, you’re the one who negotiates prices and such.” I nodded. “Not too bad.”

“You can say that. I do all the work, and they get to enjoy the art.” Her tone let me know the conversation was over. She went back to her food without another word.

I sat back in my chair and watched her eat. She wouldn’t even look up at me. She had all but admitted to me that she was after the diamond for her boss. It seemed we were right back where we started. Since she hadn’t come right out and asked about the diamond, I was going to have to assume she either didn’t realize I had it or didn’t intend on making a legitimate purchase.

However, that didn’t stop me from letting her finish her meal or from taking her back home with me afterwards.