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  With the image of Hawk in my head, I focused on his large hands, and thick fingers. Imagining them touching me, running up and down the apex of my thighs. Would he be rough, or gentle? I wondered if a man with as much expertise as he had could be gentle with a woman like me?

  As I slipped a finger between my folds, I noticed how wet I was and my mind took me on a rollercoaster of emotions with a movie of imaginary pleasure playing right before my eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful Cara,” Hawk whispered lifting my chin and bringing my lips to his.

  I melted into his touch, my lips devouring his as my legs fell apart against the soft mattress beneath my ass. “Will you be my first?” I whispered, having pulled away just long enough for the words to come out.

  A smirk pulled at his full lips. He was far more handsome then any man I had ever seen and my fingers itched to get underneath his clothes to see just how perfect his body was.

  “Meaning will I fuck you into sweet, sweet oblivion?”

  His words were crass but I liked hearing him talk like that. “Yes, will you fuck me?” I asked, my eyes peering into his stormy blue ones.

  He merely smiled and with his other hand he trailed down between my legs, his thumb honing in on my clit while two of his thick digits entered my pussy.

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my body quivered on the verge of an orgasm and all he had done was claim with his fingers.

  “Can an innocent virgin like you handle being fucked by a man like me? I don’t play Cara. When I fuck, I fuck hard, relentlessly, making it so you’ll feel me for days.”

  His words turned me on, my legs spreading even wider as he gentle stroked my clit with his thumb leaving his fingers seated deep inside of me. “Yes. I want you to take it. I want you to be the man who owns my body for the first time.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I’d never felt this way before about someone. I’d never done something so reckless.

  Something about what I said made him believe me and he finally started moving his fingers, in and out, in and out, before pausing leaving my pussy drenched, and hungry for more. I felt something inside me rising; something on the verge of breaking and it was nothing like I’d felt before.

  “Your pussy is mine. If I fuck it, it belongs to me. I won’t let you go. Not even if you beg me to…” He whispered, moving once again. It was pure torture as he brought me to the edge again and again…

  The sound of knocking against the heavy wooden bedroom door startled me from my daydream, with my heart hammering in my ears I slipped from the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack and barely getting it wrapped around me before I opened the bedroom door.

  My entire body tingled with lustful need as my eyes landed on Hawk, the exact man I had just been fantasizing about.

  “Umm Hello…” I barely got the words out, my voice cracking probably giving away the arousal I was feeling.

  Hawk’s eyes moved up and down me, taking in my very wet, and very naked body that was wrapped in a barely there towel.

  The look he gave me said it all.

  He was definitely as interested as I was and things were about to take a sudden detour.

  Chapter Four

  Hawk

  My cock strained against my jeans, and I fisted my hands at my sides as I stared down at the sinfully beautiful Cara. She was so off limits and yet here she stood in nothing but a towel right in front of me. Her fingers were white knuckling the towel and I suddenly forgot why I’d even come to her room, which was peculiarly placed across the hall from my own.

  “Did you need something?”

  Cara’s singsong voice was my undoing and I dropped the clothes just inside the door, entering the space and causing her to take a step back. I was on edge, and I didn’t really understand why… I could have anyone I wanted and I was hung up on this woman who was once my stepdaughter. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but everything about it, every thought I ever had about her made it seem like it was all right. “Yeah I need something….” I growled, feeling my composure shred. Knowing that bastard hurt her killed me. It made me want to be the man she needed, the man to make every single thing better.

  Cara’s dark brown eyes met mine and everything faded away. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. I was a man starved of oxygen drowning in a sea of need. I had to have her. I had to taste her.

  My lips crashed into hers, my hardness clashing with her softness. A whimper fell from her lips as I devoured them, my arms wrapping around her while my feet carried her towards the bed.

  Her hands moved up to my shoulders gripping onto them as if she was holding on for dear life. When I deposited her onto the bed, her towel fell to the sides revealing her perfect body. I stood there for a moment staring down at her, wanting to ravage her so badly I could feel it in my soul. She was so pure though, she didn’t need a dirty bastard like me touching her.

  “Do you like what you see?” she asked shyly.

  I could tell she wasn’t used to talking in the manner she just had, her pinked cheeks giving her away but there was nothing as attractive as a woman that knew what she wanted.

  “You have no idea what you’re asking for. This is wrong, taboo…” I growled, unable to take my eyes off of her. God, those long legs of hers seemed to go on for miles, and her perky tits I could picture myself sucking, and biting on her nipples. I’d bet anything she’d moan with pleasure as I did so.

  “If it’s so wrong then why does it feel right? Why does it seem like we should do this?” Confusion marred her features.

  Yes, I understood what she was saying. I’d felt a connection to her for years. I just refused to give into the temptation and now I had her, right here, naked, and willing and ready right in front of me. “You’re too naive and pure for me. That and after the day you’ve had—”

  She didn’t even let me finish my statement. Instead, she spread her creamy thighs and exposed her pink pussy to me.

  I groaned, my cock threatening to break free of my pants.

  “I’m not as pure as you’d think, and I’m not naïve either. I know what a man like you would do to me, and maybe I want you to do those things.”

  I couldn’t help the burst of laughter that left my lips. “You have no idea what you’d be asking for sweetheart. Now cover up and put the clothes on that I brought you.” I stated backing away from the bed slowly. And just as I did she moved the hand that was resting against her leg to the inside of her thigh, her fingers finding her swollen clit.

  What a greedy little brat…. My steps floundered and I watched with a hunger I didn’t know possible as she slipped two of her tiny fingers into her tight cunt. My teeth ground together and I’d realized then I’d never been more jealous of a single finger in my entire fucking life.

  “I wish it was your fingers doing this to me.” She moaned moving those two fingers in and out of her well another strummed her clit.

  “God damnit Cara, do you want to see me lose control?” I seethed, undoing my belt, and ripping the button on my pants. They fell to the floor, and within a second, I was in front of her my eight-inch cock on full display.

  Her big brown eyes widened as she realized what she’d gone and made me do. “Its…It’s b-beautiful.” She stumbled over her words, clearly taken back by the girth and size.

  I’d expected it though since I knew she’d never been with a man before and Adam her ex wasn’t anything to wiggle a stick at. “It is, and it’d be even more beautiful stuffed inside you,” I admitted stroking myself.

  Cara licked her lips, and upped her pace, the sound of her fingers entering her soaked pussy filled the room.

  I couldn’t stop myself from beating off to the image she was giving me. With her body spread out in front of me, I stroked my cock, up and down, fisting the beast, pumping him harder and harder, until I was certain I was going to come. “Be a good little girl and come for me. Come all over your pretty little fingers, and I’ll reward you by coming all over that pre
tty little pussy.”

  Cara moaned, her face filing with pleasure, as her toes curled into the end of the mattress.

  I knew she was close and that alone was enough to send me over the edge, but I didn’t come. I couldn’t, not yet. I bit the inside of my cheek, stroking my cock over and over again, taking the pre-cum that beaded at the tip and rubbing it up and down my length.

  “I’m coming Daddy… I’m coming…” Cara finally whimpered, her fingers moving furiously in and out of her tight pussy, as if she couldn’t get enough.

  I smiled like the bastard I was and upped my own pace, squeezing the tip with each pass, feeling the velvety soft skin of my cock, wishing like hell it was buried deep inside her drenched pussy. “Good girl…” I snarled, taking a step forward, feeling my own release boiling in my balls. I gritted my teeth and let the pleasure over take me, ropes of hot cum landed against her alabaster skin and my toes curled into my shoes. The air left my lungs and the sound of my own blood pumping in my veins filled my ears.

  I’d never come so hard before, and for so long. Cum was still sputtering out of me and onto her skin. I slowly came down from the high, my body reeling and my mind feeling all kinds of conflicted things. My eyes popped open and I saw something I never expected to see. Cara, my sweet, innocent, pure beauty was rubbing my cum into her skin. She didn’t care that I’d cum on her, and now she was even making it clear that me marking her was exactly what she wanted.

  Air refused to enter my lungs and my body shook with need.

  Then she looked up at me over hooded eyes and dipped two fingers into a line of cum that remained on her stomach. Then she inserted them into her pussy.

  I nearly fell to my knees.

  Panic consumed me, and I gripped my pants, pulling them up and over my stiff cock. If I didn’t walk out of this room right now there wasn’t going to be a damn thing that could stop me from taking her, and I would, again and again until she was crying, begging, pleading and whimpering for me to let her go.

  “This can’t happen again Cara. It can’t. If it does, I’ll never let you go. Never,” I warned her before walking out of her bedroom, closing the door with a loud slam that echoed down the hall. This woman was eating at me from the inside out and I had no way to stop the need from consuming me.

  Chapter Five

  Cara

  It’d been three days since I last seen Hawk and since that night I had fingered myself to his image and the words he said to me. A strange piece of me wanted to give in, to let him take me, own me, but then there was the moral part of me and it told me it was wrong to want a man like Hawk. He was older, way older than me, and he was previously married to my mother. Both were big no-nos in society and yet… I wanted to bend, maybe even break those rules.

  Without Hawk around, I was bored. I’d asked Harry if they had any romance books that I could read after scouring Hawks library for over two hours only to come out empty handed. He merely looked at me as if I was crazy and told me he’d talk to Hawk about getting some books I liked.

  I thanked him and went on my marry way. I needed something to do and sitting around this big ass house when the one person I wanted to see wasn’t here was putting a major damper on my mood. I understood why I worked all the time and never took a day off. I hated not having anything to do.

  After sitting in the kitchen for a long while, I decided I might as well get to work on paying my stay off. I found some cleaning supplies and a rag underneath the sink and got to work. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, and then I wiped down the counters. It took me nearly an hour, as I wanted to make the marble shine. By the time I was done, I was smiling from ear to ear.

  I cleaned a little here and there, dusting as I went along. It wasn’t long before I made it all the way upstairs and found myself back in my bedroom. There were a couple of rooms down the hall that I snooped in but there was one room I hadn’t gone into yet, the one across the hall. I had seen Hawk go into the room a couple of times but I never considered sneaking in until this very moment. In nothing but Hawks t-shirt, and a pair of boxer shorts I tiptoed across the hall and grabbed the copper doorknob half expecting it not to twist or open up.

  When it did, I exhaled releasing the breath I wasn’t even aware I had been holding in. Then I pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I had no idea what I’d find in that room. When I whirled around I realized I was actually in Hawk’s office, bedroom. Off to one side of the room there was a large wooden desk that had a computer and numerous things on it. On the far wall was a wooden bed with white sheets on it. The entire room screamed man; hell it even smelt like Hawk, woodsy with the undertones of expensive cologne. The longer I stared at the bed…the longer I wondered how many women he’d taken in that bed?

  Running my fingers along the edge of the desk, I look at all the small items lingering along it. Pens, words scribbled on post it notes, a couple picture frames with which I assume to be family members in them. When I reached the edge of the desk I take a seat in his leather chair, and twirled around a couple times, wondering what would happen if he found me in here waiting for him when he came home.

  Would he possess me like I want him to? The attraction was never this profound before, and I’m not sure if I could just let it go. My eyes scan the desk and a folder with an image peeking out of it catches my eye. I grab it between my fingers, realizing just who it is in the picture as soon as I see it.

  It’s a picture of me from the diner. I gasp, my eyes going wide. I notice beneath that photo that there are others, some dating back to events that took place when I was eighteen. I nibble on my bottom lip, analyzing all the photos. I know I should feel some invasion of privacy that I should be angry, or even disturbed by what I just discovered but I’m shocked to find that I don’t feel any of those things. In fact, I feel the complete opposite. I feel comforted by the idea of him being there to watch over me when no one else did. Knowing he was watching me all this time settles the debate, taking place inside of my head about giving myself to him.

  I flip through the pictures and find numerous recipients beneath the photos for items I was certain that my mother had paid for. A hospital visit, cell phone bills, and other odd and end items. My heart beats furiously against my rib cage. Hawk had taken care of me when no one else did. He cared enough about me to ensure I was okay for the last couple of years. The desire I had for him mounted. I owed him for more than just my stay here. But thinking on it, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay here.

  I’d never had anyone that cared about me like Hawk did and that all but decided how my future would be. I wanted a man like Hawk. I’d been so caught up in trying to find someone to love me when the man that desired me most was right in front of me. Smiling, I placed the photos back down on the desk and tiptoed across the room, stopping once I reached the bed. I sunk onto the soft sheets on my knees, and crawled up the mattress. I inhaled Hawks rich scent, realizing I missed him more than I ever expected too. My fingers found their way into the boxers Hawk had loaned me, and I inserted two fingers deep inside my cunt, wishing like hell it were Hawk’s fingers or even cock that was stroking me from the inside out. I came within seconds my entire body shaking and my heart racing.

  After all this time, I had finally found a place to call home. I just had to let Hawk know I wasn’t going anywhere. Before snuggling into the mattress I grabbed a sheet from the edge of the bed and covered myself up then I slowly drifted off to sleep knowing when the morning came I would be right where I belonged. In the bed of the man, I’d always belonged to.

  Chapter Six

  Hawk

  I undid my tie and finally for the first time in days…I felt at peace. The house was quiet, as it should be for four in the morning. I’d hated being away for the last couple of days but Harry kept me updated, and even told me about Cara’s questions about romance novels. I planned to buy her a Kindle and let her buy whatever books she wanted today. I was glad she warming up to the idea of being
here for longer and I was certain that time was all I needed to move on from the little stint we had but now that I was back in the house I felt even more of a pull towards her.

  I clenched my jaw, my molars grinding against each other. I needed better restraint when it came to Cara. We couldn’t cross the line again. I wouldn’t be able to let her go and my obsession was already growing out of hand. I walked up the staircase, and down the hall, my eyes connecting with Cara’s closed door. I should peek inside and make sure she’s okay. There couldn’t be any harm in doing so, right? Except there was and even I knew that. Instead of checking on her, knowing I wouldn’t be able to walk away from her sleeping form.

  As soon as I turned the doorknob, I knew something was up. I felt it deep down in the bit of my stomach. I didn’t know what it was that was wrong but something was out of place. When I entered the room, I discovered that it wasn’t what was wrong or out of place but who. There in my big huge king size bed laid the woman I had craved, and salivated over for years.

  I threw my tie down on the desk and placed my briefcase on the floor beside it. I was feeling conflicted emotions. Was she doing this to stir something inside me? To see if she could push me over the edge? I clenched my fists at my side restraining myself from going any further than the very edge of the bed. She was so beautiful it fucking hurt to even look at her.

  Her golden brown hair fanned against my pillow, her eyes were closed, long lashes rested against her cheeks. She looked so at peace and even though I was frustrated and happy as hell all at once to see her—I felt the temptation to strip her bare and claim her. Seeing her in my clothing only made the caveman inside me beat harder against my chest, wanting to escape.