Caught (Prequel to Hawk) (Sex and Bullets) by Jo Raven

lights of the bike reflect on the still water of the pond, washing back on us, turning his hair and beard to polished gold.
     
    “Were you really going to let him fuck you?” he asks, finally turning toward me. He climbs off, muscles bunching in his powerful thighs through the soft leather of his black pants. “That guy you were going out with tonight.”
     
    I look away, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t know.”
     
    “Fuck.” He walks a few steps to the edge of the pond, pushes his chin-length hair out of his face.
     
    “You set the rules,” I remind him quietly. “You’re not my boyfriend.”
     
    “Hell, don’t I know it.” He lets his helmet drop to the sodden ground and kicks at the mud. “Son of a bitch. I shouldn’t have called you. Shouldn’t have come. I wish...” He mumbles something that sounds like, “It’s killing me.”
     
    But I probably didn’t hear well. It would make no sense.
     
    He turns and comes toward me, hands fisted at his sides, and I take a step back. He’s never been violent with me before—well, at least not in a non-pleasurable way—but anger sparkles in his gaze.
     
    It fades as he reaches me, replaced by a darkness I know well.
     
    Desire.
     
    “You’re not fucking him,” he snarls and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to him. There’s no hesitation as he slants his mouth against mine, and I don’t try to stop him.
     
    He’s right. I don’t care about Norman, or anyone else, as long as I can have this.
     
    Fear grips me, like every time when I realize how he’s gotten under my skin, but I’ll deal with that when he vanishes.
     
    Again.
     
    Right now, the ache of wanting him is too much. I need relief. I need him to touch me. To fuck me. To get me off.
     
    Mark me in every way possible.
     
    His tongue explores my mouth, strokes the roof, sends tingles of pleasure down my belly. His lips are warm, rough as he moves them over mine. His hands fight with my clothes, tugging and pulling until he’s got my coat off. I don’t even know where it lands, and I don’t care.
     
    He walks me backward until I bump into something solid.
     
    His bike.
     
    I perch on it. He’s still kissing me as his hands move, tearing off my sweater dress, undoing my bra, cupping my boobs.
     
    Then his hand slides into my panties and I break the kiss, panting, lifting my gaze from his mouth to his eyes.
     
    There’s an ache there I can’t place, a thorn buried in the gray.
     
    He slips a finger inside me and my vision blurs. I lean back, balancing on the leather seat of the bike, and he bends over me, fucking me with his finger while unzipping his pants with the other.
     
    It’s going to be fast and hot. Happens more often than not between us, and I can’t deny I like it this way. When he can’t pace himself, can’t wait to bury himself inside me.
     
    I lick my lips, shivering when his finger touches that spot inside me that feels so good, and watch lazily as he frees his heavy cock and gives it a stroke or two. The silver barbells quiver.
     
    His lashes lower, his mouth goes a little slack and his hips rock forward.
     
    I love watching him when he’s lost in pleasure.
     
    He drags his finger out of me, replaces it with his cock, pushing into me, and we both groan. It’s uncomfortable on the bike because he’s a tall guy, but the moment he’s halfway in, he grabs my legs and draws them up around his hips, forcing me to lie back as much as I possibly can without falling off.
     
    And then he slides home, and I moan his name and claw at his hands which are gliding up to grip my waist.
     
    He fucks me hard, as I thought he would, short, powerful thrusts that soon push me into a screaming orgasm, and hell, I hope the house is empty. Never been so loud before in my life. The pleasure clawing through me is otherworldly. Turns my body into a supernova, set my blood on fire.
     
    He follows me right after, coming so hard his hips jerk and his breath comes