Savage Collision: A Hawke Family Novel (The Hawke Family Book 1) (26 page)

“So, was it as bad as you thought it would be?”

Caroline quirks an eyebrow at me and takes a bite of her salad while she waits for my response. We somehow managed to sneak away for a late lunch, which is basically unheard of on a Tuesday. For some reason, Tuesdays are a total nuthouse at the paper and we often end up eating protein bars and downing diet Coke to keep ourselves going. Mondays are worse, which is why we haven’t had a chance to discuss the big dinner yet, but Tuesdays are definitely a close second.

I have to think about my answer for a minute. I genuinely don’t know how to feel about my Hawke family dinner experience.

Antonia, Storm, and Ben were just as wonderful and welcoming as Savage assured me they would be, but Skye’s disdain and attitude threw me for a loop, despite being forewarned by Savage and Gabe.

It’s not like I don’t understand her desire to protect Savage. I get it. I really do. The stuff he went through, physically and emotionally, would leave most people fragile and easily taken advantage-of. But Savage is different. He’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met—on all levels—and he’s smart enough to know what he wants and what’s good for him.

“It was good. I guess. His youngest sister, Skye, is a bit of a bitch, but I can deal with her.”

“Is that the one whose twin died?”

“Yeah, so they tend to cut her a little more slack than anyone else, but she was distinctly hostile toward me all night. Thankfully, Gabe helped the Hawkes tame her.”

Caroline’s eyes light up at the mention of Gabe. “Ooo…sexy special forces man was there?”

I roll my eyes and take a bite of my sandwich. Caroline has developed a rather unhealthy crush on Gabe, even though they’ve only met twice and only briefly. The last thing I need is for her to be another notch in his belt. That would make for a lot of awkwardness in the future for both me and Savage.

“Yes, Gabe was there. But leave it alone, Caroline. He’s not the guy for you. He would fuck you and leave you miserable the next day.”

She scoffs and has the balls to try to look offended by my concern. “What are you? My mom? Maybe I just need a good lay and don’t mind being tossed like a used condom!”

My stomach tightens at the sex reference. It has been months, and still, no sex. Savage is a fucking animal in bed, never satisfied with pleasuring me once, sometimes making me come so many times I don’t think I will ever be able to move from that bed again when he’s done.

I squeeze my legs together at the delicious memory, but, still, he deflects all my attempts to consummate our relationship, and my vagina is starting to develop cobwebs. I’ve barely been able to get him to let me blow him. He lets me, but there’s always something dark deep in his eyes that I just can’t read.

It’s not that I don’t think he wants to fuck me. I’m positive he does, but something is stopping him and I have no fucking clue what it is.

“Seriously, Dani, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. Just because you get to snuggle with Savage after you fuck doesn’t mean I need that to have a good time with Gabe.”

I cringe and the guilt about not revealing the sex situation to Caroline creeps up. After all, she is my best friend, and usually, my sex confidant. But, for some reason, what goes on with Savage is something I want to keep to myself. I have absolutely zero desire to share it with her, and I don’t care to examine why right now.

Turn it back to her.

“I’m sorry, Care, but I can’t not warn you. He’s the definition of a player. You should see the string of women who stagger out of his condo in the morning.”

She grins and winks at me. “If they aren’t walking straight, then he’s definitely doing something right.”

Can’t argue with that logic.

“True…look, do what you want, just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

After sticking her tongue out at me in the most adult way possible, she laughs. “Yes, Mom. I have been duly warned and I appreciate your concern for my sexual wellbeing.”

“Anytime.”

We finish quickly and head back to the office. Both of us need to bust our asses this afternoon if we are going to get out of here before seven tonight.

And I
really
need to get out of here on time. I have something special planned for Savage tonight. There’s no way I’m postponing to polish off another article about the inaccurate parking meters and how they’re leading to excessive parking tickets.

The lingerie I bought is absolutely perfect. Slutty and sexy. If this doesn’t work, then I’m at a complete loss at what to do.

A girl can only go without dick for so long. And God knows, it has been
way
too long for me. This is literally the longest I’ve gone with a good fuck since I still had my virginity and my body is screaming for it.

Mouth, tongue, fingers just aren’t going to cut it anymore. Savage has a dick as beautiful as he is, inside and out, and I need it—inside me.

What if it doesn’t happen tonight?

The question has been rattling around in my head for weeks and it’s always the same answer—I’ll deal with it when the time comes.

But when does the time come? How many times I am going to let him distract me with his oral talents and avoid actual body-slamming sex?

Deep down, I know the answer. I just don’t want to admit to myself, let alone anyone else. Hence, my reluctance to discuss anything with Caroline.

I already love him.

Somehow, someway, I fell for him.

Hard—like jump off the Hoover Dam and smack into Lake Mead hard.

It was something I never thought I needed. Something I
had
never needed before.

Savage is everything every woman dreams about—funny, caring, generous, sexy as hell—and he’s mine. I don’t want to lose that. I won’t. Not for anything.

I know something is up the moment I enter my condo. It was a late night at the club and Dani sent me a text asking what time I’d be home. That, in and of itself, isn’t unusual, but the smell of scented candles drifting down the hallway from the bedroom alerts me that she’s been waiting, and with something very specific on her mind—the same thing that’s been on my mind since the moment I met her.

Sex.

She needs it. I need it, but fuck if I know how to actually achieve it. It’s hard enough keeping my shit together when she blows me.

Christ, I can’t believe I actually have to give myself a pep talk to let my girlfriend suck my dick.

Man card revoked!

As I make my way down the hall toward the flickering light visible from my open bedroom door, I wonder if all my mental prep has done any good. I keep telling myself to relax, that everything will be fine. My cock works and that’s a lot more than most men in my situation can say.

Just roll with it, Savage. Let it all go and let her guide you.

I’m surprised to find an empty room. Candles offer a soft glow and illuminate the bed. I don’t know what I expected, but an empty room wasn’t it.

“Dani?”

The door to the bathroom opens just as I reach the side of the bed. I turn toward the sound.

My breath catches in my throat. My heart beats a rapid tattoo in my chest.

Well, fuck…

Dani went all-out tonight—for me.

Black silk hugs her tight curves—the barely-there panties emphasizing her long legs and the bra pushing her chest up to the fucking ceiling with every breath she takes. The vast expanse of exposed skin on her stomach is taut and absofuckinglutely perfect in the soft candlelight. Her eyes lock on mine and never waver. I’ve never seen her look so determined. It’s clear she’s on a mission.

Shit.

My girlfriend thinks she needs sexy lingerie in order to get me to fuck her. Dani should never have to question how much I want her, need her. The fact she went to these lengths only assures me I need to get my shit in order and now.

She approaches me slowly; each step she takes closer has my heart racing more.

Jesus, she’s a fucking goddess.

When she reaches me, she doesn’t say anything, just grins before she leans down to kiss me. I’m expecting something hot, deep, and probing, but I get the opposite. Her lips barely graze mine before she pulls back and turns to crawl up on the bed.

She stretches out and I turn my chair so I’m facing her.

“You going to join me up here?” Her voice holds promise and expectation.

Tonight’s the night.

This needs to happen now. I’ve pussed out long enough. Time to man up.

I try to keep my trepidation off my face as I join her on the bed. She watches me closely and as soon as I’m settled, she reaches for my belt. A laugh bubbles up from my chest and her eyes flip up to meet mine in question.

“What’s so funny?”

I run my hand up her arm and push her hair back from her face. “Is there something you want, Dani?”

Her lips drop into a slight frown and she glares at me. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

I chuckle and bring her face to mine, pressing my lips to hers to silence her protest and take the frown away. When I pull away, I smile and nod. “Yes.”

She scowls and returns to her task, yanking my belt from my pants and tossing it on the floor beside the bed before going in for the button and zipper.

The room is dark enough I’m confident she won’t see much if I let her fully remove my pants and if we’re really going to do this tonight, I don’t have much of a choice. I shift and help her slide my pants off, leaving me in my boxer-briefs and button-down shirt.

Instead of reaching up to start unbuttoning it, she grabs the lapels and yanks, hard. Buttons go flying across the room as they’re ripped from the fabric.

“Damn, Danika, impatient for something?”

She swings her leg across my waist and leans in until her mouth is against my right ear. “You want me to say it?”

I nod.

“Fine, I’ll say it. You. I’m desperate for you. I need to feel you inside me. Having you in my mouth isn’t enough. I need your cock inside my pussy, now.”

Sweet fuck. Her dirty talk practically has me ready to blow.

I’m hard as granite.

Maybe I can really do this.

Her tongue slips along the rim of my ear and I tremble, my fingers digging into her hips. She slides her right hand down over my stomach and under the elastic of my boxers until she finds my engorged flesh. She grasps me and her tongue dips into my ear, sending me even closer to the edge of control. I want to be inside her even more than she wants it, I can guarantee that.

Nothing is going to stop this tonight. I’ve got this under control.

Her hand strokes my cock and then squeezes around it. “I need to feel this big cock of yours pounding into me until I can’t take it anymore.”