Craving Hawk Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn (The Aces’ Sons, #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Shh,” he whispered into my ear as his fingers slipped into my shorts. “You want it, you gotta be quiet.”

Someone laughed outside the tent and I froze, but Tommy’s fingers didn’t stop moving. He smoothed them over the crease between my hip and thigh and then pushed beneath my underwear.

We both groaned a little then.

“Quiet,” he said again, chuckling softly against the back of my neck.

“You’re making more noise than me,” I gasped.

“Lie,” he argued. The tips of his fingers ghosted over my skin, barely touching my clit before one was gently working it’s way inside me. I was wet enough that it moved in easily, but it only took one slide out and then back in before I was soaked.

“Thatta girl,” he praised, making me huff in annoyance. Condescension wasn’t attractive… but whatever he was doing with his hand more than made up for it.

I reached back and wrapped my arm around his head as he started to suck on my neck, and my hips moved against his hand in a rhythm that had me panting when he added a second finger. We were cocooned inside the sleeping bag, and I almost forgot we were in a somewhat public place until the walls of the tent started shaking like we were in the middle of a hurricane.

“Get your ass up little brother!” Will called, shaking the tent some more. “Stop beatin’ off, we got shit to do today!”

“Get the fuck outta here!” Tommy yelled, breathing heavily as his hand stopped moving.

“Nope.” More tent shaking. “Up! Up! Up!”

“Douchebag,” Tommy grumbled as Will walked away from the tent. Then he let out a loud sound of frustration against my neck.

“You better go,” I whispered, suddenly embarrassed as hell that his fingers were still inside me.

“Fuck him,” he whispered back, sliding his fingers halfway out then pressing them quickly back in. “At least one of us is gettin’ off.”

“Not happening—” I started to say, then let out a deep breath as the hand that had been resting near my face twisted and reached down, pinching my nipple through my shirt without fanfare.

“You’ll come, but it’s gotta be fast,” he said so softly that I barely heard him. “Okay?”

I nodded and closed my eyes, biting my lips to keep any noise from escaping. He knew exactly what he was doing. Exactly how much pressure to exert. He pressed his hips against my ass in time with every thrust of his fingers and frantically pulled at my shirt until it was bunched above one breast.

“At some point, this is gonna be in my mouth,” he said as he ran his hand over my bare breast. He lifted his fingers toward my mouth. “Get ’em wet.”

My heart was beating frantically in my chest as more noise came from outside the tent, but I followed his orders, sucking his fingers into my mouth.

“Ah, shit,” he groaned, biting down on my earlobe. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and brought them back to my nipple, and the new sensation made my entire body tighten.

“You gotta come,” Tommy whispered, his thumb finding my clit as his fingers continued to thrust. “You gotta come right now, Heather.”

His thumb pressed down harder and harder as it shifted from side to side and suddenly I was there, coming all over his hand as every muscle in my body locked up tight.

His hands kept moving gently until I relaxed against him, then he slowly pulled his fingers out of my shorts.

“Oh, hell,” I muttered as I slid my hand down the back of his head and then dropped it down in front of me. “What was that?”

“That was one hell of an orgasm,” he murmured back, lifting his head away from me. I felt cold air waft over the spot where he’d been and I shivered. “Damn, you taste good.”

I whipped my head around to find him pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

“You need to go out there,” I hissed. I was still riding the high from my orgasm, but I knew that if he didn’t get out of bed someone was going to come looking for him again, and I really didn’t want them to open up the tent and find us canoodling.

“Can’t,” he replied easily. “I’d poke someone’s eye out.” He shifted his hips and the erection I’d been grinding against slid between my ass cheeks, a few layers of fabric the only thing separating us.

“Fine,” I retorted, throwing the sleeping bag off me. “I’ll get up.”

I automatically regretted the movement when the cool air hit me, but I didn’t let it stop me from crawling toward the tent’s opening and unzipping it. Tommy laughed lazily as I yelped at the frigid air I’d let into the tent, but he didn’t move as I got to my feet outside.


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