Page 35 of Hawke

So, I raised my knee and hit him where it hurt.

He groaned, grabbing his balls, and fell to the concrete.

“Take that, you piece of crap.” I stomped off on my way to the bus stop, completely satisfied with myself. Yet my heart still yearned for him, unfortunately. And if he continued to pursue me, I’d make sure he paid for it.

I ran the vibrator over my clit. The vibrations were pulsing through the water as I played with it between my folds. It had always taken me a long time to getin the moodor the rightmindset. I needed stimulation, like a rock hard body holding me at night while I slept. Then when he slipped out, I went to town, and I got my needed release.

My back arched as I teased myself. I ran it over my clit and pushed it inside my body. My body shook, almost coming to climax until I pulled it away, teasing myself. It was my own punishment. I shouldn’t be thinking ofhim.

Each time his face flashed in my mind when I was about to climax, I ripped it away, trying to tell my body we didn’t need him. We could think of some other man. Maybe one from one of those romance novels, but none of them compared to him.

Dang it.

After I arrived back at my room, I could hear his bike—a bike I should have been listening for, but maybe my muddled mind pushed it away. Lots of people owned bikes, but somehow I knew it was his. Had I really ignored the signs?

But now I could hear it loud and clear, knowing it was him. I could almost feel him, like he was in the next room.

That was impossible, right?

But he found me here in a large city hours and hours from our small town.

I rolled my eyes, not caring about the logistics of it all. I needed to concentrate on my vibrator while I was in the tub, tingling my clit which I’d come to really know over the past two years with Hawke in my life.

I’d never been such a sexual person until Hawke. Not with my past. I found sex gross, humiliating, but it was the company that was the problem.

With Hawke, I imagined nights of sweet love making our first time. Filling me with the head of his ruddy cock, pushing and pulling it against my walls until my pussy tightened around him. Milking him until he spilled into me.

To see those rippling abs, pull on those pierced nipples with my mouth. I groaned, imagining running my tongue down his body as he squeezed my ass.

My nipples puckered as I curved my back, feeling the vibrations between my legs. My nipples were hard as stone, and I took one and pinched it harshly, enjoying the pain as my clit throbbed with need. Again, I pulled the vibrator away.

I couldn’t think about him anymore. I couldn’t give my heart away to him. Not when he would crush it all over again, not when he would use me and run away.

I may have given him that kiss earlier, but he caught me by surprise. He’d chased me because he wanted me. Now he might be miles down the road because that was what he did.

Kisses and leaves.

But in my mind, in the far corner in the filing cabinet that had Hawke’s Dirty Desires written on the folder, I pulled from that. Thinking of when one day, when my hopes were high, he would break and make love to me. He would pin me to the crisp sheets and watch himself stretch me wide enough to make me bleed.

So many hours, I imagined what his cock looked like. He was a tall man, large, and his cock wouldn’t be any different. Not after feeling it against my backside, I knew he was at least eight inches. But it wasn’t the inches I wanted, it was the girth. I wanted to feel so damn full.

I rubbed the vibrator against my clit, pushing it inside, tweaking my nipple. My leg jerked, spilling water on the tiled floor, and a moan escaped my lips.

As I prayed for the walls to be soundproof, I let out a whine of satisfaction, feeling my walls clench around the overly used vibrator. My sounds continued as I pulled it out, rubbing my thighs against my swollen clit.

Breathless, I put it on the side of the tub, my body aching from unused muscles spasming. What I wouldn’t give for a massage right now, but I guess the hot water caressing my body would have to do.

A pounding at the door roused me from the tub, however. I let out a growl of frustration and smacked my hand on the side of the tub. If it was Hawke, I was going to kill him.

Or mount him.

Dang it.

Do it.

“Stupid voice, I’m not listening to you anymore!”

I exited the tub, the steam following me as I towel-dried my hair. I kept my robe tightly closed, ready to yell at the scum bag.

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