L.A. Wars by Randy Wayne White

Author:Randy Wayne White
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781504024518
Publisher: Open Road Media Mystery & Thriller

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She came to him in the night, smelling of body powder and shampoo.

Hawker heard the screen door swing shut as he lay in his bed. He padded naked to the living room. Melanie St. John stood in the darkness. Her breasts were erect mounds beneath the filmy material of her nightgown.

“I missed you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry … if I woke you.”

She slipped comfortably into Hawker’s arms, warm against his skin.

“I tried to call you. You were out.”

“I had a busy night,” said Hawker, yawning.

“Out looking for work, right?”

“Right.”

She tangled his hair in her right hand and pulled his lips hard against hers. Her tongue was hot and alive against his. Her soft fingers traced the geometric chunks of muscle on Hawker’s stomach, then slid downward, finding Hawker with her small hand.

“My, you are aggressive tonight, woman.”

She smiled vampishly. “You don’t seem like the kind of man who’s intimidated by aggressive women.”

“What do you think?”

She squeezed him. “Umm … you don’t feel intimidated.” She kissed him again, harder, then whispered in his ear. “I’m tired of being treated like something special, Hawk. That’s why I like you. To you I’m just another woman.”

“Maybe you are something special, Melanie.”

“Not tonight, I’m not. Tonight I’m … feeling wicked.”

“Is that what they call that thing you’re feeling?”

She trembled as she laughed. “I’m sick of being treated like a great lady, Hawk.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I want you … I want you to fuck me … fuck me any way you want; make it as rough as you want. Treat me like the lowest whore in creation, because I feel like a whore tonight. I want you to fuck me tonight, Hawk … please, now … and hard … if you’re man enough.”

Trying not to look as amused as he felt, Hawker lifted her into his arms. She had demanded he play a role. An interesting role—but a theatrical part nonetheless. It was sexual playtime, and Hawker had been given the caveman costume.

Deciding it was better than a bit part on CHiPs, Hawker carried her to the bedroom and threw her roughly on the bed.

Hawker loomed over her for a moment, muscles glistening. Her back arched, and her soft mound of pubic hair lifted as he ripped her gown away and shot it against the wall.

Throwing things was part of the role.

“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s what I want. Take me, Hawk, fuck me. Use me any way you want.”

As Hawker shoved her over onto her stomach and slapped her thighs wide, her buttocks lifted, moist and open.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “From behind … yes … deep inside me, Hawk …”

Hawker climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her. He glanced idly at his watch.

It was three fifteen.

Hawker wondered if people in California ever took time to sleep.…

Only half-awake, Hawker felt the woman kiss him gently on the cheek and get out of bed.

“That was wonderful, darling,” she whispered. “I’m going to get a glass of water. Want some?”

“Yeah,” grumbled Hawker. “In the morning. With my breakfast.”

She laughed and patted him.

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