Hagen, Lynn - Hawk's Pretty Baby [Brac Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (3 page)

Hawk nodded and watched his Alpha close the door behind him.

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Hawk knew the Sentry, Micah, was only trying to make his mate feel welcome when he brought the food up then came at Johnny with an extended hand. But when Johnny shied away, whimpering, Hawk growled and jumped at Micah with his claws extended, giving him a warning scratch across his arm. Micah apologized and ran from the room, his instincts to protect his mate riding him strong.

Johnny watched as Hawk prepared his food, setting two slices in front of him on the pizza box lid he had torn off. Two breadsticks were added as well as dipping sauce. Popping the lid, he handed him an orange soda. Johnny just stared at his food.

“What’s wrong, pretty baby? Don’t you want it?”

Johnny’s bottom lip trembled. He looked up at Hawk with watery eyes. “I’m not used to eating adult size meals. Sean said I’ll get fat if I eat too much.” Johnny visibly tensed when Hawk threw his head back and howled. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, pretty baby?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You’re mad.” Hawk saw Johnny’s hand shake as he took his slice of pizza.

“Never at you. Your brother lied to you, Johnny. He kept you from eating for god only knows what reason, and now your body is malnourished and emaciated.”

Johnny stared at him with a puzzled look, scrunching his face up in thought. He began to tap his fist against his temple.

Hawk grabbed his wrists. “Stop, why are you doing that?”

“Because I don’t know what you just said. I’m stupid.”

Hawk let out a low growl. Setting the pizza aside, he cupped Johnny’s face. “I don’t ever want to hear you calling yourself names again. Do you understand me, Jonathan? And…I said that your brother lied to you and now you’re too skinny and it’s not healthy. I’m going to take care of that, okay?”

Johnny stared at him with eyes as round as saucers, dropping his head to stare at his shoes. “Yes, sir.”

Hawk kissed him on the forehead and gave him his food. Johnny tore into both slices and demolished his bread sticks. Hawk felt angry at Johnny’s brother for starving him like this. “Do you want more?”

“Really? I can have seconds?” Johnny threw himself into Hawk’s arms, raining kisses all over his face. He giggled as he grabbed two more slices, laying waste to them as well. Johnny lay back on the window seat and groaned.

Hawk picked Johnny up, laying him on the bed, pulling his shoes and socks off, then lay down next to him. Hawk rubbed his belly as little snores came from his mate seconds later.

* * * *

Hawk reached out to grab his mate back into his arms, only to grab air. He rolled onto his back, pushing himself up onto his elbows, looking around an empty room. Growling, he yanked the blanket back, ready to tear everything apart to find his baby. He stopped when he heard the shower going and singing.

Hawk cracked the bathroom door open to hear Johnny singing a nursery rhyme in an upbeat tempo. It was kinda catchy. Hawk grinned as he heard Johnny start to rap it. Hearing the water shut off, he quietly closed the door, returning to bed, not wanting his mate to be embarrassed by his intrusion. The bathroom door opened, and Hawk’s lungs stopped working when his mate walked out stark naked. He was shaking his hips, still humming the tune, his cock bobbing up and down. Hawk couldn’t take his eyes off the scene. His mate was sexy as sin. Johnny’s long honey colored locks curled around his face, and the slight bubble to his butt made Hawk groan. His creamy white skin glistened with the water still clinging to his body.

Hawk chuckled at the surprised look on Johnny’s face as he turned to find himself being watched. His mate quickly covered his groin with his hands. “I’m sorry. I thought you were still sleeping.” Johnny jammed his legs back into his jeans, pulling back on the same dirty T-shirt. Crimson colored his face as he stared everywhere but at Hawk.

“Take those dirty clothes off.”

Chapter Three

Hawk watched smooth, peachy, bright cheeks turn crimson. “I’ll borrow something from Cecil for you to wear till I get you some new clothes.”

Johnny blushed again, running into the bathroom. He emerged a few moments later with a white towel wrapped around his sparse waist and his clothes folded neatly in his hands. He set them on the floor by the bedroom door, fidgeting with the corner of his towel, his foot toeing something on the floor.

“Come here, pretty baby.”

Johnny looked up at Hawk then back down at the corner of his towel, as if unsure of what to do. His mate sighed as he padded over to the bed, sitting on the edge and smoothing the towel down his thighs.

“I cleaned up our food and wiped the bathroom down. I couldn’t find a vacuum to clean the rug.” His back still faced Hawk.

“You don’t need to clean anything, baby. I could have gotten our mess up.” Hawk reached over, running his fingers up and down Johnny’s arm.

“Sean said that if you don’t work, you have to clean to earn your keep.” Johnny continued to play with his towel, picking nonexistent lint from it. He peeked over at Hawk then back down again. Hawk could tell he was really nervous. The towel around his mate’s waist was tenting. Johnny was trying to push at it to make it disappear.

Hawk pulled Johnny toward him. Resting his head in the palm of his hand, he traced circles around Johnny’s back. “Not here you don’t. Here you let me spoil you rotten.” Hawk kissed Johnny’s shoulder, watching his mate stiffen. Not wanting to do anything his mate wasn’t ready for, Hawk pulled back. Johnny sat a pillow in his lap, petting the case that covered it.

“Yes, sir.”

Hawk closed his eyes, reigning in the lust that had sent his cock skyrocketing into a full stance. Gently setting his mate aside, Hawk rolled out of bed, closing the bathroom door behind him. He was in the seventh circle of hell with a bag of popcorn and a front row seat.

Regulating the water, he stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the water run down his head and back. His hand snaked down to grab his cock. If he didn’t relieve the pressure, Johnny wouldn’t be safe. Hawk squirted liquid soap into his hand and pumped his cock, thumbing the slit on the head. He groaned at the sensations, imagining his mate on his knees, hands behind his back as he took Hawk’s large cock into his mouth. Hawk pumped faster. His mate’s tongue slid around the head, sucking and licking, he—

“Oh, my god.”

Hawk released himself, grabbing the washcloth and hiding his erection. Johnny stood in the bathroom, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “I–I–I wanted to say, uh, sorry, uh, for, uh…I can’t remember now.”

Was his mate in shock? He just stood there with his eyes fixed on the washcloth. It was driving Hawk mad. He was hornier than hell, and here was temptation standing right in front of him. Fuck, he only had so much willpower. “I’ll be out in a minute, pretty baby. Go on, we’ll talk when I’m done.”

Johnny nodded his head, unmoving.

Hawk closed his eyes, thinking of the ugliest woman he had ever seen in his three hundred and sixty-two years on earth. Didn’t help. His cock was so damn hard it hurt. “Johnny, please. I’ll be out in a minute.” To hell with it, he would beg if he had to. He needed to relieve his load and fast.

Johnny finally looked up at Hawk, his face turning bright red. “Can I watch?”

Hawk’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Was he serious? He was about to come just thinking about his mate watching. Hawk dropped the washcloth, grabbing his cock as he watched Johnny watch him. He squeezed the head, running his fist up and down the steel shaft. Moaning as he cupped his balls, rolling them around while jerking his prick in frenzy. Johnny watching him brought him to orgasm quicker than ever before. Hawk shouted his mate’s name as ropes of white seed shot out, hitting the tile and washing down the drain. He leaned against the stall, rubbing his forehead back and forth.

“I do that, too. Do you want to watch me?”

Oh, fuck! Hawk was going to hell. Yes, he was, because he couldn’t say no. He just looked at Johnny and nodded.

Johnny laid his towel out on the floor, lowering himself until he was lying down, and then he began to pleasure himself. Hawk watched the most erotic sight he had ever seen play out in front of him. He couldn’t take it. He lifted Johnny up and carried him to the bed then lowered him down. Hawk stepped back, nodding at his mate. Johnny continued what he had started as Hawk started jerking off again. His hand faltered as he watched his mate spear two fingers into his tight little hole.

Hawk shook his head, clearing it, trying not to roll his mate over and claim him. He kept telling himself that Johnny only wanted him to watch, not touch.

Johnny was mewling now, his hips gyrating as his fingers fucked his ass and his hand pumped his cock. Hawk’s rhythm picked up as his balls drew close. He was going to come with his mate. It wasn’t sex, per say, but he was willing to take whatever Johnny was comfortable giving. Seed erupted as Johnny’s whole body rocked, Hawk watched in utter fascination, his spunk shooting out again for the second time.

He crawled into bed with Johnny, pulling him over his chest and petting his back. His flaccid cock jerked.
You better not.

“I liked that. Can we do it again?”

Hawk groaned. His mate was going to kill him for sure.

A knock sounded at the door. Hawk threw the covers over Johnny to his neck. He yelled for them to go away, but the knocking came again.

Hawk, grumbled as he wrapped the towel around his waist and cracked the door opened. Jasper stood there with a food tray in his hand.

“I’m so sorry. Maverick insists that the little guy eats. I’ll leave the tray right here.” Jasper set the tray on the floor and took off down the hall.

Hawk smiled and picked it up, carrying it into the room. He took the food to the bed. “Hungry, pretty baby?” Lifting the lid, he found carbs. Stuffed Manicotti with rich red sauce and topped with melted mozzarella cheese. Hawk chuckled at the three cans of orange soda. The tray even had Texas garlic toast.

Hawk fed his mate from the piled high plate, laughing as Johnny tried to eat the melted cheese, but the string wouldn’t break. He kissed him on the lips after every forkful he fed him. Hawk popped a straw in the can and even held it while Johnny sipped his favorite sugary drink. Johnny grabbed a fork and started feeding Hawk, and he began kissing him after forkful.

Hawk smiled inwardly. His mate was getting used to touch. Intimate touch. He licked the sauce from the corner of Johnny’s mouth, giving him another sip of soda. Johnny fell backwards, patting his belly, claiming to be too stuffed to eat anymore. Hawk set the tray outside the door, returning to bed and pulling his mate in his arms.

* * * *

Hawk woke to banging on his bedroom door. Not again. He was still full from the dinner. He covered his mate once again and cracked the door. Again it was Jasper, but his hands were empty. Hawk could see the stricken look on his face. He pulled the door open and allowed him entrance.

“What’s wrong, Jasper?” Hawk cocked his head as Jasper stood in a military stance.

“Sir, Lonny, Maverick’s assistant, was the one who poisoned Cecil and kidnapped him. We’re looking for him now.”

Hawk growled low, pacing the room. What was he going to do with his mate while he hunted? Maverick had called Hawk to tell him of Cecil’s disappearance, insisting that he stay and protect his own mate. Hawk couldn’t let this betrayal go unpunished.

“Stay with my mate. Protect him with your life. Lonny dies tonight.”

* * * *

Jasper nodded and sat in the window seat, staying safely away from Johnny. Everyone knew Hawk went ballistic if you even approached the guy, which was sad for Johnny. How was he going to make friends if Hawk never let him out of his sight and growled if you came within ten feet of the man?