Hagen, Lynn - Hawk's Pretty Baby [Brac Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

“Hawk, oh, Hawk.” Johnny pushed his ass further down, trying to feed Hawk more. Hawk smiled and lapped at the hanging sac, slowly working his way up. His tongue followed the large vein to the head, sucking at the bundle of nerves under the hood. Johnny’s hips hitched, tightening his hold in Hawk’s hair. Hawk welcomed the sting of pain.

“Pull my hair harder, pretty baby.” Johnny fisted it tighter, yanking. Hawk moaned and wrapped his lips around Johnny crown. Hawk concaved his cheeks and sucked hard, drawing all the pre-come he could out of the little eye. Spittle ran down as he feasted, and he ran his finger through it, getting it good and wet. Hawk ran the wet digit over Johnny’s puckered hole, rimming it. Johnny pushed down on it. Hawk breached it, twisting his finger until he found the beautiful gland. Johnny shouted when Hawk ran his finger over it.

“Do it again, Hawk.”

Hawk stroked it. Johnny pulled his hair harder, and Hawk went wild. He speared another finger into the tight heat, fucking his mate’s ass. Johnny rocked up and down on the pleasure. He sucked harder, spearing a third finger, stretching Johnny’s hole wider.

“I’m coming, Hawk!” Johnny’s seed burst into his mouth, shooting down his throat. Johnny fucked Hawk’s mouth with quick snaps, pumping until it seemed his balls were emptied.

Hawk grabbed the lube from the drawer, squirting a generous amount up and down his cock, lathering the cool gel until his hand slipped. He tossed the bottle aside, wiping his soaked hand on the blanket. Flipping Johnny to his knees, his cock head kissed his mate’s ring of muscles. “You ready for me, Johnny?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Hawk.” Hawk growled and pushed in. His mate’s dirty little mouth turned him on. Hawk stopped once the head gained entrance, waiting for Johnny’s body to adjust. Johnny slammed down, shocking the shit out of Hawk. His mate pulled up and slammed down again. Hawk held still, letting him take his pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my cock. Fuck Daddy’s cock.” Hawk snapped his head back in surprise. Where the hell did that come from? He felt strong and powerful protecting his small mate, but he never thought of himself as his
daddy
. What the fuck was wrong with him? He wasn’t a pedophile by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, he was hesitant with Johnny, and he was his mate. Hawk wondered if Johnny had caught the slip.

Johnny’s head tilted to the side, “Bite me, Hawk. Please.” He continued to slam back, rocking hard on his hands and knees. Hawk’s canines punched down, and he leaned over Johnny, nipping at his shoulder. “Yes, do it. Bite me.” Hawk sank his canines in, sucking at the heady nectar.

He lost himself for a moment, forgetting to take only a small amount. Hawk sucked hard, drawing his mate’s essence in. Johnny damn near shoved his ass through Hawk’s pelvis, screaming as his cock burst with seed across the sheets. Johnny collapsed onto the bed as Hawk released his hold and roared, endorphins shattering through him, sending him into the sexual abyss. Hawk rolled over, his lungs burning for oxygen as his chest heaved to draw it in.

Hawk grabbed Johnny, draping him over his chest. He felt something warm run down his side. Hawk sat up, and Johnny slumped down his body. Rolling him over, Hawk saw that he hadn’t closed the wound.

And Johnny wasn’t moving.

Chapter Six

Shit. Oh, shit. Hawk licked the wound closed, tapping Johnny’s cheek softly. “Come on, pretty baby. Open those beautiful eyes for me.”

Johnny moaned, his eyes fluttering.

“That’s right, baby. Let me see those peepers.” Hawk was relieved to see his mate stir. He cursed himself for losing control. Knew he never should have taken that much from his fragile mate. Johnny’s weight didn’t allow him such errors.

“Hawk, we have
got
to do that again.” Johnny was smiling up at him.

Hawk’s jaw dropped open. What had he created? He was realizing that Johnny wasn’t as timid in bed as he was out of it. The man was becoming a beast.

Hawk shook his head, amazed. “Not till we get more weight on you, my horny little mate.” He tossed the pillows together then lay back, pulling Johnny with him. His mate snuggled in the crook of his arm.

“In that case, I’m going to eat the whole kitchen.” Johnny giggled.

“Sleep now, pretty baby. You can eat the whole kitchen tomorrow.” Hawk pulled the blanket over them, turning the side lamp off.

“Okay,
Daddy
.”

* * * *

Jasper walked into the kitchen and stopped. He walked out, then back in again. Yep, he was seeing things right. Johnny was sitting at the table with the whole pantry practically in front of him. What the hell? Did he have a tape worm?

“Hey, kiddo. A little hungry?” Jasper began to put things away. He knew Johnny wasn’t going to eat all of this. Jasper snagged the two jars of peanut butter along with the three bags of chips. Uncooked pasta was stored back on the shelf as well as Jasper wondered what Johnny had planned with it. He tossed the three cans of tuna and the bag of flour back on the shelf. Jasper was going to have to have a talk with Hawk. The little guy seemed confused about food combinations.

“I was going to eat that stuff. Can I have it back, Jasper?” Johnny grabbed for the bottle of cooking oil, but Jasper was faster.

“And how were you going to eat the flour? Hmm? Mix it with this oil and sprinkle tuna on it?” Jasper finally had everything put away and the table wiped down. He sat across from the little shit and just stared.

“I need to put weight on for Hawk. So he can…never mind.” Johnny blushed.

Jasper smiled, patting the back of Johnny’s hand. “I know what for. But eating unbleached flour and peanut oil will only make you sick. You tell ole Jasper what you want, and I’ll whip it right up for you.”

“I like that stuff that you made me and Hawk that one night.” Johnny scrunched his face up in concentration. “It was long and round and had meat and little white crumbly pieces of cheese in it. Oh, and it had sauce and cheese on top of it too.”

“Manicotti it is then. It’s gonna take a while. Wanna help me make it?” Jasper grabbed the items he would need to make the dish, setting everything on the counter.

“Okay.” Johnny washed his hands, prepared to help.

Cecil ran into the kitchen. “Johnny, your stuff’s here.”

* * * *

Johnny and Cecil ran into the den. There were boxes everywhere. Some of the Sentries helped Johnny and Cecil open the boxes and lay his new clothes on the couch for Johnny to examine. The pile kept getting higher as Johnny emptied the last box. His pretty coat was in that one.

“It’s the same color as it was on the screen!” Johnny pulled it on, petting the smooth fabric. He pulled the hood up and ran his hand along the fur.

“It looks good on you, little man.” Remi smiled.

“Thank you, Remi. Where’s my boots?”

Cecil handed them to him. Johnny shoved his feet in them, preening around the den. The Sentries whistled and catcalled. Johnny beamed.

Johnny ran to Maverick’s office and burst through the door. He stopped as Maverick stood, looking really big and scary. Johnny looked around to see six people, including Hawk, staring at him. “Sorry.” Grabbing his coat closed, he ran from the room. Hawk yelled for him to stop.

Johnny turned around, tears in his eyes. “Did I get you in trouble?”

“No, pretty baby. What did you want?” Hawk got down on one knee, wiping the runaway tears from Johnny’s eyes.

“I got my new coat and boots, and I wanted to show you. Are you sure you’re not in trouble?”

“I’m not in trouble. Turn around and show me your new coat and boots.” Hawk stood, smiling as Johnny turned, adding a little hitch to his hips. He tapped one foot out, turning his ankle back and forth to show his booted foot and then repeated the process with the other.

“You look pretty in your new coat, and your boots are nice, too. I’ll have to take you out so you can show them off.” Hawk winked at him.

“They look really nice, little man.” Maverick complimented him. Johnny looked past Hawk to see all the guys that had been in the office standing in the hall.

Johnny walked over to Maverick, craning his neck back to look up at him. “I’m sorry for not knocking. Please don’t be mad at Hawk.”

Maverick laughed. He ruffled Johnny’s hair. “You can bust in anytime you want. I’m not mad at Hawk.”

Johnny nodded his head and ran back to Hawk, hiding behind him.

“You look real nice, Johnny.”

Johnny looked around his mate again. There was a man standing there smiling. He was really tall and had black and blond hair mixed together. Johnny thought he was really handsome.

“Thanks, Gunnar.” Hawk took Johnny back to the den, letting him show Hawk all the new clothes he had.

“Can some of you guys help my mate get his things to our room?” Hawk picked him up and gave him a deep and heated kiss.

“All your clothes are very nice, baby.”

Johnny whispered in his ear, “Thanks, Daddy.” Then he giggled.

“I want you to pick out an outfit. I’m going to take you to dinner tonight.” Hawk left Johnny to his clothes as he returned to his meeting.

Caden, Storm, Jasper, and Murdock helped Johnny take all his garments to his room. They even helped him put the stuff away. The four men bickered over what Johnny should wear for his date. Johnny thought it was too funny.

* * * *

Cecil sat on the window seat watching four big warriors fight over what outfit matched Johnny’s new pink, sparkly coat. This house had definitely gone through a metamorphosis since his and Johnny’s arrival. The Sentries used to just hang out and shoot pool or play darts. They drank and watched sports or played cards. Scratching balls and burping.
Boring.

Since their arrival, the men loosened up. Playing video games and blasting the stereo, playing pranks on each other and arguing over the dumbest shit. Cecil loved it. They had even renamed their Alpha’s home. It was now known as “The Den.” Go figure, since everything happened in the den. The Den had become the ‘it’ place to hang if not on patrol. They even forgot they had their own homes, crashing on one of two sofas while playing or talking.

“Guys, guys, guys. I think you should let Johnny pick. It is
his
date after all. Lay the outfit out that you think he should wear, and then let him pick from the four.” Cecil shook his head. Men.

They all did as Cecil suggested, waiting to see whose outfit won. Johnny walked back and forth in front of the clothing draped on his bed. His hands were clasped behind his back, looking more like a general inspecting his line of troops. Cecil laughed.

Johnny finally stopped, pointing to a pair of low rise black jeans and a sparkly white dress shirt.

Storm whooped, pumping his arm in the air. “Guy’s got good taste.” Storm rubbed it in as the other three flipped him off. Storm laughed. “Baby losers.”

Johnny walked in front of Storm, staring. “How come your eyes change color all the time?”

The other three stepped beside Johnny, pulling him behind them. Cecil watched, curious as to why they were acting this way. He had noticed that, too, but never asked. Johnny spoke what he thought. The warrior pulled his plaited blond hair over his shoulder, stroking it.

“Remind me to tell you later, little man. Now go shower for your date.” When Johnny left to do as told, Storm rounded on his friends. “Don’t ever do that again. I would never hurt him!”

“Sorry, man, I just remember you knocking out the last guy that asked,” Murdock mumbled.

“That guy was an ass, and you know it. He kept hitting on me and groping.
That’s
why I knocked him out.” Storm grabbed the unchosen clothes and put them away, trying to calm down. “I couldn’t believe my friends actually think that I would hurt him. I’m six foot seven. Johnny is what? Two feet? You bastards.”