Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr Page A

embarrassed, okay.”
There, I said it.
    “Why would you be embarrassed? Because this
thing is hideous and you deserve to be in something better?” Huh?
Looking down I don’t think my shirt is that bad? Sure, it’s a
Garfield one, but still.
    “No I mean, you saw me, or see me, in well,
next to nothing and I just showed you all my rolls and ripples. Not
something I show anyone.” Is he just playing with me, or is he
trying to be nice, I really don’t know. But before I can figure out
what he meant by any of it, I’m flat on my back with him hovering
over me.
    “Let’s get one thing straight here. I growled
because seeing your lush ass up in the air teasing me and playing
peek-a-book under that thing, along with your sexy legs, is making
my cock hard. I was imagining what it would be like for me to be
behind you, with my cock deep inside your sweet little pussy
gripping me tight. You screaming and creaming all over me. So many
dirty thoughts and not one, not one was about your size. I’m not
going lie to you because I don’t need to. I don’t give a shit what
others think, same as Wolf. And your size is nothing but perfect. I
don’t want a stick that I have to hold back on. I want a woman who
is made for real lovin’, and I sure as hell want you.” I gasp at
his words, but feel my sex become wet from it too. To punctuate his
statement, he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. And I when I say he
can kiss, he can kiss. Wolf is tender sweet, slow building. Hawk is
like a stick of dynamite blowing up.
    His tongue pushes into my mouth, making me
moan and arching into him. My hands go into his hair, something I
have wanted to do for so long. It’s softer than I would have
guessed, but I tug slightly and he breaks away from me.
    “Naughty girl.” His eyes are cloudy with
lust, but a wicked grin breaks his face as he grabs my hands,
pulling them up to the headboard. “Keep them there and don’t let
go.” I do as he says and hold on. But he moves and kisses my neck,
gliding his hands down lower and to my breasts. I start to move my
hands, but he stops his movements and bites my neck in reprimand. I
put them back. His mouth moves lower, as do his hands, right over
my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I can’t help but squirm with
anticipation. I never had someone really do anything to me. The
most I had were fumbles in the dark, and even then, I didn’t even
know if he had put it in me. But as I moan Hawk chuckles at my
throat while his fingers rub back and forth on my pantie and then
slips them inside.
    “Damn, you’re bald down here. That’s so damn
sexy. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. I like that. Oh yeah, wet
and tight.” Slowly a single finger pushes into me and every nerve
ending starts to come to life within me. He does something with his
thumb while slowly fucking me with one, then two of his fingers.
“That’s it, feel it, Zoey, let go.” Just then, he increases
movement and kisses me as my body starts to shake, as my orgasm
takes on a life of its own. Never have I felt anything like that.
Sure, my Frenchie was amazing, but it was the mix of his smell of
clean soap and musk. It is a heady combination. And his talented
fingers, deep inside me, playing me like the finest of instruments.
I lay panting, now tired, with my hands still holding the headboard
above me. Hawk removes his fingers and slowly places them in his
mouth sucking them clean. I can’t help but look as his grin widens.
“Sweeter than anything I have ever eaten.”
    That’s it, I blush ten shades of red, I would
move or say something, but I can’t. He leans down and kisses me
gently again. “Okay, time for bed, baby, I’ll see you in the
morning.” I nod, shocked, and at some point my hands come down and
I’m asleep.
     
    “ You’re mine, Zoey, only mine. No one will
take you from me. There is no place you can hide, you bitch. I will
always find you. Just when I do, are you gonna be ready?” I scream
and try to hide, but