My Little Secret (The Breaking Series Book 3) Page 3

  “Fuuuuck.” My head lolled back as he slipped his fingers back and forth over the tight nub, switching from soft to slow to fast and back again. His breath came out in short pants near my shoulder.

  “You don’t know how bad I want to slip inside here.” He pressed a finger against my entrance and then plunged it deep inside me. I groaned, tensing around his finger, the thought “Freaking Hawk is inside me” running through my head like a marquee. “Push myself in until I’m buried inside you.”

  I whimpered, rocking against his hand. “You keep talking like that and I’ll come right now.”

  “Mmm. I want to see you come Sadie.” He pushed his finger in and then drew it out again, languorous motions that provoked more than they sated. His thumb knocked against my clit on each long draw.

  I sucked at my teeth, needing more from him. He was teasing me too well. I bucked against him. “Please, Hawk.”

  He slipped another finger inside me, which eased some of the desperation. He pumped them in and out, a little faster, nudging me toward the precipice I was already dangling off of.

  With his free hand he cupped a breast, tweaking a nipple. A yelp escaped me—I loved having my nipples tweaked, but especially like this. He grinned devilishly, pinching the other nipple, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm inside me. I moaned low. I couldn’t even fucking believe it. I wasn’t even technically naked, and I was about to orgasm all over Hawk.

  “Come on, babe.” He swooped down, capturing a nipple between his teeth. That did it. I screamed, my muscles contracting around his fingers as my pussy prepared for the explosion. Warmth seeped through me, and then the waves of sticky, consuming pleasure rocketed through my body. I pinched my eyes shut, my mind going bright and black at the same time, the whole world shrinking to focus on this blinding bliss I’d found at the hands of Hawk, literally.

  I rocked against him as I came down, finding him beaming and sweaty beneath me.

  “Damn, girl.” His voice came out cocky smooth, and it stole the last of my strength. I collapsed against him, pressing my forehead against the warm steel of his chest.

  “Ungh.” I took measured breaths, trying to regain a grip on this world. Orgasms like that shouldn’t be legal. I’d launched into a different dimension entirely.

  He shifted beneath me, the thick ridge of his cock nudging against my pulsing clit. I whimpered, my hand drifting between his legs.

  “It’s not fair,” I whispered. “For you, I mean.”

  Chapter 4

  HAWK

  I tensed as her fingers traced the outline of my cock through the briefs. Everything she did made it jump to attention, like maybe now would be its turn. After she’d come undone in my arms, I didn’t trust myself to not take it further. My mind only saw one outcome.

  “Maybe you shouldn’t,” I murmured, half-heartedly stilling her wrist. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But sex before a match was one of the biggest no-no’s in the sport.

  “I need to at least see him,” she whispered, giving me doe eyes that could have convinced me to murder a man. “Just to say hi.”

  Before I knew it, I was shucking my underwear with her straddling me. My cock popped out of the boxers, slapping against my belly. She inhaled sharply, hand immediately meeting the slick, purply head.

  “God, you have a lovely cock.”

  “Thanks.” I watched, mesmerized, as she slid her palm over the tip of my dick, gently wrapping a hand around my length, feather-light touches that made my ass cheeks clench. Why was getting off wrong again? I couldn’t think straight anymore.

  My thighs tensed as she wrapped her fingers tight. She had an evil smirk on her face, no doubt loving the teasing.

  “Mmmm.” After having my fingers in her, I knew how tight she was. I was desperate to feel that silkiness wrapped around my cock. Two weeks until the bout—I could get off one last time. Tomorrow I’d go back to celibacy. No problem. Coach didn’t have to find out, either.

  “I’ll leave you alone now,” she whispered, unwrapping her hand from my cock. Her eyes didn’t leave it, though. “I know you can’t.”

  “Do you have a condom?”

  She blinked. “I thought you said you couldn’t.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. I want to be inside you.” I caught her lips in a surprised kiss and she responded eagerly, pressing her tongue past my lips.

  “I don’t carry condoms on me during business trips,” she breathed. “Or usually ever.”

  “And I don’t bring them during training,” I said with a laugh, squeezing my arms around her. Her body melded against mine, the hot crease of her pussy encasing my throbbing cock. I groaned into her shoulder. “I’m gonna check the room. They might have some.”

  “Is that what paying for suites gets you? Protected sex?” She clambered off me, her pussy shining pink and slick as she crawled to the edge of the bed. “I’ll check the bathroom.”

  I rummaged in the desk in the foyer. Just notepads and pens. From the bathroom she called, “Nothing in here except shower caps and monogrammed bathrobes.”

  I grinned. “We’ll need those for what I have planned later.” I headed for the nightstand on one side of the bed. A bible and more notepads. I looked up, finding Sadie leaning against the doorway, a dreamy look on her face.

  “What is it?” Something about her told me I’d caught a vulnerable side of her. She straightened, shaking her head.

  “Nothing.” She slid back onto the bed, lying on her side, propping a hand under her head. “We’re gonna have to call the bellhop. Or maybe an emergency taxi service.”

  I tugged open the other nightstand drawer, breath catching in my throat when I spotted it: an unopened package of condoms. “Or maybe we won’t.” I held up the box, and she squealed.

  “We’re so lucky and responsible!” Her breezy tone made me smile.

  I tore into the packaging, rolling the latex sleeve over my cock. It hadn’t even softened during our interlude. Maybe just being within thirty feet of this woman made it prick up.

  “Come here, baby.” I reached for her and she pushed over to the edge of the bed. I grabbed her by the hips, bringing her right to the edge so her ass cheeks hung off. She giggled, pinning her knees to the sides of my body.

  “There are a million different things I want to do to you,” I murmured, lining up my cock. The head pushed at her tight opening, and she gasped. She was slick still, but I knew I needed to go slow. “I don’t think we can fit it all into one night.”

  Her eyes flashed, and I couldn’t read her face. I wanted to see her again—I’d known that the second she opened her mouth. Her business trip and my business here would coincide perfectly, even if the rest of our time together would be more chaste than this. Tonight had to count. And I’d fuck her so well that she never forgot meeting up with Hawk in Denver.

  “Go slow, Hawk.” She gripped my forearms as I eased myself in. My cock was thick, I knew. I wouldn’t hurt her. I sucked at my teeth as I pushed in a couple inches, and then I stilled, breathing heavily, looking at her for a reaction.

  “You good, babe?”

  She nodded. “Give me more.”

  I nudged myself further inside. The pressure was building to a dizzying level. I hadn’t gotten off in a few weeks as it was, so this was a challenge in mental control. Her head lolled back and she groaned as I sank deeper. I pinched my eyes shut, a wave of pleasure blinding me for a moment. Jesus Christ, she felt divine—silky heat that begged me to stay forever.

  I sank as deep as I could and gripped her hips as though she might float away. She whimpered, grabbing my wrists.

  “Fuck, Hawk.”

  My breaths came out in labored puffs. If I let my mind drift even for a second, I’d come instantly. “I’m gonna lift you, babe. Okay?”

  She nodded, and I hoisted her at the hips. Her pussy clenched around me, yanking me closer to the edge. I gritted my teeth, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate circle against her. She gave a strangled moan, prim
al and sexy.

  “You like that?” I did it again, and she whimpered and nodded, fisting the bedspread. “You feel so good, Sadie. I wanted to come the second I slipped inside you.”

  Her breaths came out fast. “This is unreal.”

  I grinned, rolling against her again before I drew my hips back, my dick sliding out. I pinched her clit as I drew back and then pressed my thumb in a slow circle as I pushed back inside her. She wailed, her pussy clenching around me. She was close again.

  “I’m gonna come.” It sounded more like begging. I bit my lip. “Hawk, holy fuck, what are you, a sorcerer?”

  My abs flinched with a laugh, but it faded fast as I drew back again slowly, repeating the movement. My cock strained with the effort of holding back; this release would be epic. As I pushed back inside again, a bit harder this time, she moaned again, a feral and raw noise.

  “Ohhh, Hawk! Fuck!” Her eyes squeezed shut, and I knew it was time. Her pussy contracted in waves around me, and I didn’t let up, knocking against her clit as I pumped myself in and out of her again. That was all it took. The orgasm steamrolled me, flooding every crevice of my body with explosions and thick, churning bliss. It lasted so long I thought I went blind. I let out a moan that sounded strange to my ears.

  I doubled over on top of Sadie, and she clung to me. We breathed heavily together, chests in rhythm, until she sighed at my ear.

  “I’ve never come twice in a day,” she whispered. “With a man, I mean.”

  I pushed onto my elbows to look at her. She was flushed and beaming. “Congratulations. Or should I take that as a compliment?”

  “I’ve been masturbating to your likeness for a year now.”

  The admission seemed to stun her as much as it surprised me. Her words trickled through me like the flush of an unexpected award. Eyes wide, she clamped her mouth shut.

  “I think that’s really sexy.” I nuzzled her neck. “I would have been jacking off to pictures of you for a year if I had them.”

  “I can send you some.” She blinked. “You know, to last you for the next year.”

  “Oh no. I don’t want pictures. I want the real Sadie.” I nipped at her earlobe. “I want you to spend the night.”

  She tensed beneath me. I thought this had been sexy talk, but maybe not. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Please.” I lined her jaw with kisses. “I promise I won’t tell your boss tomorrow. He doesn’t have to know.”

  She laughed half-heartedly. “You make it hard to say no.”

  “That’s also why I’m lying on top of you.”

  She snorted, swatting at my shoulder.

  “Just have breakfast with me tomorrow. It’ll be healthy shit, too. You can’t say no to that.”

  She avoided my gaze, and that tension in the air ratcheted up a notch. “I work early. Too early for breakfast.”

  I knew plenty well what rejection sounded like, but hell if I’m used to getting it from someone like Sadie. Disappointment rushed through me, but then she added, “But I’ll spend the night.”

  I smashed my lips against hers. “I’ll take it.”

  Chapter 5

  SADIE

  I awoke the next morning bleary and disoriented, like a bear emerging from the depths of hibernation. What the fuck year was it? I groped for my phone on the nightstand, Hawk’s thick arm draped over my waist.

  I stilled mid-reach, staring down at the muscly forearm. Hawk is spooning me.

  It still didn’t seem real. It might never fully sink in. Hawk had given me five orgasms in one day. We worked that three-pack of condoms as far as it would go, and it took us till at least three a.m. before we were ready to wind down.

  With a sex god like him, how could you stop?

  Besides, I needed to get the fuck out of here ASAP. I had never had any room in my schedule for a dalliance with my brother’s rival. Fuck fuck fuck. Staying all night with him, in his arms, sated from multiple orgasms? Oh my god, this just couldn’t be my reality.

  I grabbed my phone, peeking at the time. Six a.m. Early enough to slip out unnoticed, late enough to be caught on my way up to my room in the hotel two blocks away. My parents and brother were chronic early risers. I liked to sleep in until at least eight or nine on weekdays.

  I twisted to look at Hawk. Sleeping like a cherub MMA champ. I bit back a sigh. Last night was enough. I’d taken way more than enough. I just had to walk away and guard these memories with a rifle in a secure complex buried in the ice in Norway. That’s all.

  I scooted out of his embrace as carefully as I could. Hawk shifted, flopping onto his back. He grumbled something and snored softly. I perched at the edge of the bed for a moment, my pussy throbbing, partly in protest, partly in satisfaction. It might continue to do that for the rest of my life.

  Creeping as quietly as I could, I gathered up my belongings and dressed out of sight in the tiny adjoined living room. And after double-checking that I had everything I’d come with, I slipped out of the hotel room like every furtive lover in the history of time.

  Each step that took me away from Hawk’s room felt like a mistake. Why couldn’t I have breakfast with him? If I missed breakfast with my family, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I could blame it on a hangover, a really fun inaugural night in Denver. I stopped, turning back to look at Hawk’s door at the end of the hallway. I could turn back now. Just climb back into bed.

  Desire shivered through me and I spun on my heel, running to the elevator. Maybe it was the guilt. Knowing that I had to keep this from my family and from Hawk, when every part of me wanted to see Hawk as much as possible while we were both in town. But he couldn’t know who I was—that I was his competition’s little sister. He’d balk, and so should I. This whole thing was fucked.

  As I rode the elevator down to the lobby, rationalizations cycled through my mind. Last night was the best possible outcome—a one-time-only fling with Hawk, and I’d never have to admit to Brute that I fucked his most-hated rival.

  Because Brute really hated Hawk.

  I shoved my hands in the pockets of my coat as I streaked across the lobby, eager to burst into the cool air of the Denver morning. Outside, snow fell in wispy flakes, hitting my face and dissolving instantly. I focused on my steps, following a faint trail in the early morning snowfall. Now that I had intimate knowledge of Hawk’s personality and the exact girth of his penis, I couldn’t even conjure an ounce of what Brute felt for Hawk. I wondered if he’d even actually spoken to him outside of the grunts of fighting.

  They’d fought only once, a heated match that served as the official beginning to my secret crush-a-thon on Hawk. Brute had lost. That might have something to do with his ill-will toward Hawk. But more than that, they slammed each other constantly in publicity and television spots. Provocative jabs, inciting remarks. Of course, there was money behind the rivalry. People loved to take sides as much as they loved to see opponents fight. But Brute actually hated Hawk. It wasn’t an act off-screen, as it was with some other fighters.

  Brute sometimes went on unprovoked rants against Hawk, and I could tell he’d been fantasizing about winning this bout against Hawk for well over a year. I’d once even casually mentioned Hawk’s name in a conversation about this exact event, and Brute had snarled, “Don’t say his name.”

  It was absurd.

  I took a deep breath of cold air that sliced my lungs in two before I ventured into the hotel. I ran to the row of elevators, hopping from foot to foot. I prayed that when the elevator door slid open, my entire family wouldn’t be staring back at me like some sort of twisted comedy movie.

  Luck was on my side. I was able to sneak up to my room and slide into my never-used bed. I fired a text off to my mom—"Hey, stomach upset from something I ate last night, I’ll catch you guys later. Will be working on promo schedule.” And then I slipped into a deep sleep.

  I awoke with a start some hours later. Pounding on the door. My heart leapt to my throat, and I hurried to the door, unable to ge
t my bearings before I pulled it open. Brute glared at me, leaning in the door frame.

  “Where have you been all day?” He strutted into my room uninvited, just as he’d been doing since we were kids. His t-shirt was slightly damp, the only context clue that it was probably noon and he was on a lunch break. He ran his palms over his buzzed head.

  “I fell asleep doing some promo work. I, uh…” I rubbed at my eyes. “I haven’t been feeling well. I think this altitude is messing me up.”

  His eyes narrowed to slits as he glanced back at me. “Altitude. Sure.”

  “What do you want? I need to rest. I’m sick.”

  “I just missed you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

  “That’s bullshit. What’s up?”

  He huffed. “Nothing. I’m just…not feeling it today.”

  I nodded, knowing instantly what this was about. He needed a pep talk. Some propping up. A little kick in the ass to get his motor started again. The unofficial aspect of my official job as his publicity manager.

  “Dude. You’re allowed to have an off day. You train so hard every day—it’s fine.” I tucked my messy hair behind my ears, slinking back into my warm spot under the covers. “You know as well as I do that you’re gonna bounce back tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, I probably just need to sleep it off.” His voice wavered with some concern.

  “Plus, we just got here. You know how new cities affect you. It takes a few days to find your rhythm. That’s why we always come early.”

  “Yeah. I know.” He fingered a ring on his left hand, his classic nervous habit. “You’re right.”

  “Besides…” I swallowed hard, willing the words to come out of my mouth. This would fire him up more than anything. “Look who you’re fighting.”

  He let a cocky snort. “Jesus. I know.” He popped to his feet, pacing the floor in front of the curtained window. “The fight will be easy. But the interview…”