Cajun Protection (11 page)

I have a headache, but Tylenol took care of
some of it, well the part that came from getting my nose bashed in.
My real headache is sitting down in front of me, picking at her
pizza, and it’s only getting worse.

“Eat,” I say, but she isn’t listening to me.
“Damn it, Zoey, eat your dinner.” My voice makes her jump, but she
still isn’t eating. Damn this woman. She is so unlike anyone I have
ever met. She lifts the piece of pizza on her plate and takes a
small bite, but she doesn’t look at me. I don’t know what to do.
Seeing how right now Hawk is being the bad cop, I guess I’m playing
the good cop. Taking a seat next to her, I spin her body so she is
now facing me. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. I can feel the
small bit of moisture from the few tears that fell. I hate it when
chicks cry, but knowing she is, is eating at me more.

“Look at me, Zoey.” Making sure my voice is
softer this time, she raises her eyes and looks right at me, and
then the rest of the tears fall. “Oh,
chéri
, don’t cry.” But
she does, and falls right into my arms. Holding her tight to me, I
stroke her hair while she cries more, holding me to her. “It’s
okay, I got you, and it’s okay. Shh, that’s my good girl.” I kiss
the top of her head and smell the sweet perfume from her shampoo. I
watch as Hawk softens some and sits on the other seat next to her,
rubbing her back. How I turned into the softer of the two of us, I
haven’t a damn clue. Her head lifts from my chest and I wipe the
tears from her cheeks. I offer her a small smile and she returns
it. But the more I look into her tear-stained face, the more I feel
the pull between us. I have had girlfriends before, and woman I
cared about deeply, but nothing compared to what I was feeling with
Zoey. I can’t explain it. It feels as if it’s an attraction, not
one out of lust, but wanting, and needing more from her. The more I
look at her the more I remember her sweet tender lips on mine and I
am like a damn moth to the flame and sweep down.

I keep my lips gentle as I place them on
hers. I try not to move, but to let her make the next move. Her
small hand comes up and places it on my chest. She doesn’t push me,
and I continue to kiss her. Running my hand up, I thread one hand
into her hair, feeling the silky threads as I press more into her.
A small whimper escapes and I pull back trying to see if I hurt
her, but her eyes are closed. I kiss her once again, running my
tongue along the seam of her mouth, waiting for her to open to me.
And she doesn’t disappoint. Pushing my tongue in her mouth, I taste
the sweet flavor of the lemonade and her. One single taste and
feeling her and I can’t get enough. Her tongue intertwines with
mine and one of my hands glides down to hold her head in place,
while the other runs to her breast. However, I feel her tense and I
stop instantly.

“I’m sorry,
chéri
, I didn’t mean to go
so far.” I kiss her gentle on the lips again. Her eyes open and
look back at mine, and a small blush creeps over her. “God, you
taste too good.” I smile and the light pink blush turns bright red.
“I forgive you this time, Zoey, but next time I will tan your ass
red, and I’m sure Hawk would love nothing more than to help with
that. Am I right, Hawk?” I watch as realization hits her and she
spins to look at Hawk who is looking hungrily at her. He looks
right at her and nods again.

“Hawk, I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have
called, I’m so sorry.” She lowers her head some, but Hawk makes her
lift it look at him.

“I don’t want to be mad at you, but your
safety is our first priority.”

“But you guys have to work, and I’m just
someone who fell into your life, making it all crazy. I’m sorry I
made things all crazy, and broke the rules you gave me. I should be
thanking you not making you mad. I’m sorry, Hawk, really I am.” The
sincerity in her voice is clear, but I can tell Hawk isn’t as happy
with her answer.

“I know you’re sorry, but you haven’t made
our lives crazy, if anything, it’s easier with you. But damn it,
Zoey, you scared the shit out of me.” And like an idiot throwing
gasoline on a bonfire, he erupts, taking Zoey into a scorching
kiss. Her little moans of pleasure shoot straight to my cock and I
don’t know how much more I can take. But it doesn’t take long
before Hawk breaks the kiss from her.

“No more, you hear me. No more.”

“Yes, Hawk. No more.” After all of us take
some deep breaths, she grabs her pizza and takes a bite. “So, Wolf,
what happened to your nose?” Shit, knew she would say something
eventually. At least she is eating now.

Oh. My. God. I just made out with not one but
two men. What is wrong with me? Sure, both were, holy hell, I can’t
even think straight, but two guys? Two very hot, amazing men kissed
me—me, of all people. I calm my breathing down and take a bite of
my pizza. It’s still hot, and the gooey cheese and spicy sausage is
perfect. Finishing the bite I had, I look and see Wolf’s face
again. I saw his nose when I first came in and knew something
happened today during one of their busts. Guess it’s something I
should get used to, but it still bothers me.

“So you gonna tell me or do I get to read the
report tomorrow?” That is something new I started. They have to now
make reports to me about each time they go out on a case. It will
help with insurance and even court cases when it comes down to
their testimony.

“I got hit,” Wolf grumbles. Obviously, he
isn’t happy about it.

“I would have guessed that. It’s not like you
to run into a door or something. So did we get him?”

“Yup.”

“And he hit you?”

“Obviously.” It was hard pulling facts from
Wolf when Hawk was now playing with my hair, distracting me. I roll
my eyes, annoyed by his statement, but he turns and faces me and
Hawk grabs the back of my neck holding my hair tight. Suddenly the
atmosphere changes around us, something stronger fills it. “Did you
just roll your eyes at me?” Shit, I did, but umm, crap. But I throw
his same words back at him.

“Obviously.” Except Hawk tugs this time and
Wolf takes the pizza from my lap, setting it on the coffee
table.

“Oh, baby, I love challenges. Because we did
warn you before not to roll your eyes at me, or Wolf. Well, unless
you want your ass turned up in the air and both of us making it all
pretty and red until you get the message.” Hawk has my attention
and the sexual draw to him and Wolf is palpable. They both seem to
have a thing for spanking me, and I’m not stupid enough to deny
that. No sure what to say, I try to nod, but I can’t. “Say it,
baby, say you understand,” he whispers in my ear, biting the lobe,
releasing my hair.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” Before I could say anything else,
Hawk has me pushed across his lap, with his hand on my back holding
me down. Shit he wasn’t kidding. Before I could tell him I was
sorry, two large smacks on my ass make me yelp, and then another
two. I cry out for those. I can’t believe he just spanked me. And
just before I can say I’m sorry once more, another two land, a
total of six.

“Shh, it’s all done. You did good, and I’m
proud of you. Now sit up.” I do as I’m told, and sit, while Hawk
wipes the stay tear that fell.

“Good girl.” Hawk kisses me tenderly and
releases me and Wolf does the same before handing me my pizza
again. I want to say I’m sorry, or that I enjoyed my punishment,
but I just don’t have the words. Both men look like nothing had
just happened, while I have a sore butt. It could be worse, they
could have taken my jeans off. Bare ass spanking hurt more, or at
least I heard they do. That was one thing I didn’t want to find
out.

“Eat,” Wolf commands. I do. After three
slices and a very large drink of whatever Hawk mixed with my drink,
I am feeling fuzzy and my sore butt is forgotten.

“Time for bed,
chéri
.”

“Not tired.” That’s not entirely true, I’m
just afraid to close my eyes, afraid I’ll still be under the desk
and Andrew will be on the other side of the door. Reaching up, I
run my finger along the side of Wolf’s nose. “Does it hurt
still?”

“Nah, a small ache, but nothing I can’t
handle. You should go to bed. You look tired.” I shake my head, but
Hawk takes my hand in his, making me turn and face him.

“You need sleep, baby. Come on, we have work
tomorrow.” He stands up, holding his hand out. I take it, because
well, I know I’m not going to win this one. I can lay in bed and
read, but not sleep. Hawk follows me and waits while I grab my
clothes. I’m not going to change in front of Hawk so I make my way
to the bathroom. I quickly strip and pull on my oversized shirt
before leaving the bathroom. Hawk is sitting on the bed, checking
his phone. Quietly, I walk to the bed and sit down next to him.

“Shay wanted to know how you are doing. Said
you were good, but she insisted that she sees you tomorrow for
lunch, so be prepared.” He smiles at me and tucks his phone into
his pocket and that’s when I notice the phone isn’t the only bulge
in his pants. Shit, I hope he didn’t catch me looking.

“Um, Hawk, I am sorry about today.”

“It’s over and done with, Zoey. We just need
to make sure he gets caught, and we will discuss that tomorrow.
Now, into bed.” He stands, pulls the covers back and waits. Damn,
okay, guess I’m five-years-old today. I crawl in bed and a small
growl comes from Hawk. I look up and see him looking at me. I do a
quick look down and see what he sees. Me, on all fours, crawling up
the bed and half my nightshirt rides up. Umm yikes, scary picture.
Who wants to see chunky thighs and a bubble butt? Sitting
instantly, I pull my shirt down.

“Sorry.” Feeling the flush come up all over
me. I don’t hate my body, I’m just not comfortable with it as much
as I would like. Put me in front of men like Hawk and I freeze.

“Don’t apologize. I’m trying to be a
gentlemen here, Zoey. So get into bed for me, please.” I nod, but
this time I stand and walk to the top and climb in, pulling my
shirt down as I do. He is being a gentlemen, that’s a new one. He
could just say what he thinks. I mean I heard it before from the
few men I slept with. They liked me better with the lights off.
They didn’t have to see the dimples in my ass, or the way my thighs
touch together. They liked my boobs just fine though. Most men like
big breasts.

The covers are pulled up and over me,
effectively covering me up. Keeping my eyes off his, I thank him.
But he once again shocks me and sits.

“Zoey, look at me.” What is it with both men
and me looking at them? But I do, because if I don’t, well shit I
don’t know. “Why are you closing me off again?”

“I’m not.”

“You are. We kissed you and everything was
fine, then you change into this thing and then you apologize,
again, and now you’re closed off. Why?”

“I’m not closed off, I’m 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.”