Beyond HEA: Dessert
Caution: this story is not meant to stand alone. The Beyond Happily Ever After stories are vignettes and outtakes showing the O'Kanes in their daily lives, in between the adventures and often after their happy endings. These stories were written exclusively for readers and fans of the series, and will probably not make very much sense to anyone not familiar with the characters.
Length: 3600 words
Characters: Hawk & Jeni
Timeline: Set after Beyond Surrender.
Dessert: September 2017 Patreon Reward Story. This story is a short vignette voted on by our Patreon supporters. In it, Hawk & Jeni settle into their domestic routine and decide on a very fun use for their kitchen table. (Note: Patreon stories are exclusive to subscribers for the first six months. After that, they'll be available to download free on our website.)
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Sunday dinner was becoming a tradition.
Jeni was still getting used to it, both in scope and frequency. It had started with Hawk’s various relatives coming by on the occasional Sunday afternoon for a late lunch that lasted hours. It seemed to be almost sacred to them—a time to forget about work for a while and relax with family, to chat about things that had happened or make plans for things that should.
Lately, it had been a weekly affair. Today, only Alya and Big John had been able to make it.
Jeni watched through the window over the kitchen sink as Hawk walked them to their car. They stood in the twilight for a few minutes, chatting. Then Hawk embraced his mother and kissed her cheek. Big John opened the passenger door and braced his hand on the frame as Hawk and Alya exchanged a few more words.
From this angle, Jeni could see what Hawk couldn’t—Big John placing a careful hand at the small of Alya’s back as he helped her into the seat.
Well, that was interesting.
Hawk walked around the car with Big John, who caught him in a back-slapping hug before sliding into the driver’s seat. The rumble of the pre-Flare car’s engine was loud enough to hear inside the house. Hawk watched them pull out before disappearing from view.
A few moments later, the front door clicked open. His footsteps tracked through the living room and into the kitchen, and Jeni hid a smile as she turned to face him. “Your mother’s spending a lot of time with Big John these days.”
He slanted a look at her, a puzzled furrow appearing between his brows. “She’s always spent a lot of time with him. He’s basically her second-in-command now.”
“That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“You think…” He trailed off, clearly conflicted as he settled into his chair and picked up his bottle of beer. “Nah, I can’t see it. No way.”
He was adorable, even when he was borderline cranky. Maybe especially then. He’d spent so much time locking up every hint of emotion that watching him make a face as he sipped his beer felt…free. Intimate.
She dried her hands on a dish towel. “I could be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time. I just thought I saw something there.”
“They’ve known each other for decades,” Hawk insisted, then waved his bottle in the air, as if banishing the thought. “Maybe you’ve just got love on the brain.”
“How could I not?” She threw aside the towel, walked to the kitchen table, and leaned over the opposite side of it, facing Hawk. “Have you seen my husband? He’s perfect.”
“Is he, now?” All crankiness vanished as his full lips curved into the slow, warm smile that always made her heart flip over. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before dipping down to the neckline of her dress—and her cleavage. “I’d say he’s the lucky one.”
She wiggled her ass. “Believe me, he and I debate this all the time.”
Hawk finished his beer and slid the bottle aside. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me.”
“Well, let’s see…” She propped her chin on her hands and squinted at him. “On the one hand, you did cook most of dinner. On the other, you stuck me with the dishes, and you know how I feel about dishes. Not that it detracts from your perfection, mind you, but these are things we have to consider.”
His chair scraped over the tile as he pushed back from the table. “Come here.”
Anticipation shivered up her spine. “Is that a request or an order?”
His voice lowered in unmistakable command. “Jeni. Come here.”
She ran her hands over the smooth, polished surface of the table as she straightened. It had been built with the same skill and attention to detail as everything else in their home. The same skill and attention to detail that Hawk lavished on everything.
Hawk reached out and drew her down sideways across his lap. His hands were firm but gentle, warm but implacable. He wrapped one arm around her waist, trapping her against him, and slid the other hand up her arm and over her throat to cup her cheek. “I know you hate the dishes, but you did them anyway, didn’t you? For me.”
She did them because they needed to be done, and because Hawk deserved a little extra time to visit with his family. But he was offering her a lovely bit of truth wrapped in fantasy, so she gave him the same. “Everything I do is for you.”
“I know.” He slid his broad fingers into her hair, sifting through the strands until he could curl them around his fist. He didn’t pull—not yet—but he held her immobile as he leaned down to feather kisses over her jaw. “You’re so sweet. So good.”
She tried to tilt her head to offer him better access to her throat, but he held her tight. “For you.”
“Yes, for me.” His lips reached her ear. “I love you, Jeni.”
The words would always warm her in a way nothing else could. She closed her eyes and let them wash over her. “I love you, too.”
“I know.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, a tease of pain so fleeting it was barely a whisper. “I think I owe you a reward for being such a very, very good girl.”
Just like that, easy as breathing, he was inside her head. Every part of her was open to him, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Please.”
“You don’t have to beg for it.” His low chuckle shivered over her skin as his open mouth skated back along her jaw. “But I do love hearing it.”
“Please.” Arousal made her voice go husky, and she licked her lips. “Please show me.”
He kissed her first. Slow, sweet. Deep. Hawk never seemed to tire of kissing her, of letting his lips glide over hers, of licking her mouth until she opened to the commanding thrust of his tongue. He kissed her until she melted, until she was boneless. Until the world seemed fuzzy and arousal was a throb inside her.
Only when she was squirming in his lap did he urge her to her feet—and turn her so she was facing away from him, with the smooth expanse of the table stretched out before her. “Bend over, sweetheart.”
She bit her lip as she obeyed. “Here?”
“Perfect.” The chair scraped over the floor again, and he traced the skin just below the hem of her dress. “This is pretty. Sweet.”
Nothing got him running faster—or hotter—than a demure little sundress, and Jeni wasn’t ashamed to admit that she often used that fact to her advantage. “You’re not going to rip this one, are you? It’s new.”
“Of course not.” He slid his hands up her thighs, guiding her dress up. His fingers were gentle, feather-light on her skin. “I like these, too,” he murmured when he got high enough to reveal her equally demure panties. “Not enough to keep them, though.”
She held her breath, anticipating the warmth of his fingers sliding beneath the fabric.
It happened so fast. He dropped her dress across her back and hooked his fingers under her panties. In the next second, he had already dragged the fabric down her legs to pool at her feet. “Step out of them,” he rumbled, his breath hot on her hip.
Jeni moved carefully, so her sandals wouldn’t tangle in the fabric. When she’d freed herself from the garment, she went up on her tiptoes and arched her back, thrusting her ass toward him.
He chuckled and closed his teeth on the curve of her ass hard enough to curl her toes.
And her fingers. Her nails scraped over the surface of the table as she shuddered. “I thought I was being rewarded, not teased.”
“You love the tease.” The heat of his mouth vanished, leaving her adrift, with only the faint rustle of clothing to warn her of what might come next.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the suspense any more, his hand fell across her ass in a firm swat.
It wasn’t a big, elaborate scene, with carefully chosen floggers and restraints, the kind of pain she’d always known. But she liked this better—just the two of them, his warm voice washing over her as his huge, skillful hands laid mark after mark on her skin.
He knew her body now. He’d learned the rhythms of this—how to warm her up, and when she was ready to go harder. He touched her with confident assurance, caressing her increasingly sensitive skin in between the sharp impacts of his hand, until she had to press her cheek against the cool wood just to ground herself a little.
After a particularly rough trio of slaps that left her ass stinging, Hawk nudged her ankle with his boot, urging her to spread her legs wider. He stroked up the insides of her thighs and groaned. “So fucking wet,” he rasped, continuing all the way up to cup her pussy. “You love your reward, don’t you?”
She wanted to answer, but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, as heavy and languid as the rest of her.
“It’s okay.” He used two fingers to open her while a third traced a slow circle around her clit. “You don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to do anything. Just feel everything I give you.”
It was all she could do, because there was nothing else in the world. Just this, his lust and need and dedicated attention mixing with hers.
He worked his massive fingers into her, stretching her wide. He thrust them deep and then stayed there, filling her up, as he brought his other hand down in a sharp slap.
He’d given her just enough time for the feeling to return to her ravaged skin, so the blow hit her hard. She writhed on the table, and he held her still as he began to move his fingers. He fucked her with them, slow and deep, only going faster when she gasped his name in pleading desperation.
The orgasm hit her harder than that slap, squeezing more air out of her lungs with every clenching wave, until she couldn’t breathe at all. She was still shuddering when he pulled her from the table back into his lap, snuggling her sideways across his legs so she could collapse against his chest and tremble through the aftershocks.
He murmured soothing compliments against her temple—about how sweet she was, how beautiful. His free hand stroked up and down her arm, grounding her as she drifted down. She clung to him, her fingers tight in the front of his shirt as she shivered.
“I got you.” He kissed her cheek and then the tip of her nose, his voice warm and low. “Look at me, Jeni.”
She obeyed. He was watching her like she was the most precious thing in his world, and a heat that had nothing to do with the spanking or the orgasm unfurled in her belly. “You’re lovely.”
“Am I?” He smiled and traced her lips with his thumb. “I think you’re still flying high.”
“Maybe a little.” She cupped his cheek with a trembling hand. “Doesn’t make me wrong.”
“Mmm.” He shifted her weight, lifting and turning her until she was straddling his thighs. His cock pressed up against her, hard and insistent even through his jeans. “Come back down to me, Jeni, so I can send you flying again.”
She hissed in a breath and tried to ease her arm out of one of the straps of her bodice. “Maybe we should rip this thing, after all.”
“Shh.” He caught her hand and tugged it away. “I like it just like this. If you wanna rip something, rip open my pants.”
She turned her attention to his belt, but she unbuckled it slowly, carefully, holding his gaze as she moved. His breathing hitched, and his eyelids drooped. “Now who’s teasing?”
Jeni nuzzled his jaw as she moved on to the button on his jeans. “You don’t like it?”
“I’ll like it a lot more when my cock’s inside you.”
Her fingers fumbled on his zipper. “That’s not fair.”
“What isn’t, honey?”
“The dirty talk.” She skimmed her lips over his earlobe. “It makes me forget what I’m doing.”
“I know.” His beard scraped her jaw as he leaned in to her touch. “That’s why I’ve been practicing it.”
“Well, in that case…” She tugged on the tab, and the sound of his zipper opening rasped through the room. “Don’t let me stop you.”
He smiled against her ear. “Wrap your fingers around me.”
The command set off a shudder. As tempting as it was to play innocent, to make him say the words in explicit, filthy detail, Jeni couldn’t keep her hands off him any longer. So she obeyed, closing her fist lightly near the base of his cock.
“Feel how hard I am, Jeni.” His tongue teased over her earlobe, followed by the sharp bite of his teeth. “You don’t know how hot it is to see you bent over, your ass all pink. How hot it is to listen to your little moans every time I spank you.”
She shuddered again, her hand tightening.
“I want you to wear this to the next party.” His hand fisted in the back of her sundress, pulling it tight, chafing the fabric against her nipples. “I want you bare beneath it, so there’s nothing in the way when I bend you over my knee and spank you. Everyone can watch you squirm and beg and come all over my fingers.”
Sometimes, when they went to Dallas’s parties, Hawk was in the mood to play. It didn’t matter if one person joined them, or a couple, or even more, he’d use every single person as an eager resource in his pursuit of Jeni’s pleasure.
Other times, he indulged the more possessive side of his nature. Those were the nights when they could all look but not touch, when his own pleasure was intimately tied up in everyone knowing exactly who Jeni belonged to.
Both were hot as hell.
She fidgeted on his lap, and he gripped her hips, lifting her until she was balanced over him. “Tonight, I want you to come all over my cock.”
Bit by bit, he let her sink down. When she tried to move faster, he clasped her tighter. Even when she dug her nails into his shoulders, he held her to the same excruciatingly slow pace.
Jeni was whimpering by the time he pushed inside her, sobbing by the time her hips met his. She writhed, grinding against him, and he gave her only a few moments of satisfaction before his hands went steely again, trapping her in place.
He met her frustrated whimper with a soft kiss. “Pull down your dress and hold up your breasts for me. I want to taste your nipples.”
Her dress was too tight to just pull it down, but this was part of the fantasy for Hawk—having her half-dressed, disheveled, her clothes pushed just far enough out of the way. She eased the bodice down until her nipples peeked over the top edge, and her hands were shaking as she lifted her breasts, displaying them for him.
His eyes heated. He ducked his head, and the first thing she felt was his beard scraping over delicate skin. He rubbed his cheek against her, taunting her with the delicious friction as his lips traced a slow, endless path to the taut tip of her breast.
The heat of his mouth shocked her into instinctive movement. She tried to rock her hips, but he just chuckled, held her still, and sucked hard enough to arch her back. When she couldn’t hold back a desperate moan, he released her, but only to switch to her other breast and start all over again.
The wet, rhythmic pressure of his mouth was its own sort of silent command, and her body responded, clenching around his with every draw or lick. But he didn’t ease his grip on her hips until her moans melted into whispered, feverish pleas—yes and now and hurry.
Even then, it was only enough to let her shift her hips, to grind down against him. He captured her mouth, swallowing her moans as he slid one hand up under her dress.
His thumb kissed her clit with just the right amount of pressure. She knew it was coming, but the orgasm still elicited a shocked cry as it crashed through her. She clung to Hawk, frantically trying to draw it out, to make it last forever—
Her world upended. Hawk laid her down on the table with a helpless groan and coaxed her to wrap her legs around his hips. “Hold on,” he rasped, bracing his hands on either side of her head.
He drove into her hard enough to slide her across the table. She grabbed the edge, wrapping her fingers around it until the wood bit into her flesh. Anything to get closer, any bit of leverage she could use to arch her hips to meet his thrusts—she’d take it.
“Fuck.” He shuddered above her, his gaze locked to hers, his expression fierce. One hand curled over her shoulder, anchoring her in place for his next powerful thrust, and her moan twined with his. “God, you’re so hot.” Another thrust. “So wet.” The next one pushed her up the table a few inches, and he dragged her back. “So good.”
There were words, she was sure. Things she could say to express how it felt to be with him like this, connected in every conceivable way. But when she opened her mouth to give voice to her pleasure, all she could do was moan his name.
He shuddered again and reared upright. He caught her thigh in a bruising grip, then slipped his hand down to her clit again. This time, he didn’t stroke her. He demanded. “Come on, Jeni,” he said hoarsely as he drove home again. “Come on. Come with me. Come.”
It wasn’t a choice that existed, whether or not to obey this order. Every thrust had twisted tense pleasure higher, and his touch and his words and his cock set it ablaze. She came so hard she couldn’t scream, couldn’t even breathe, could only ride the hot, pulsing waves as he slammed home and followed her, her name falling from his lips like a chanted prayer.
Seconds or minutes or maybe hours later, he gathered her into his arms and sank back into the chair with her limp body cradled against his massive chest. He smoothed the hair back from her face and framed her cheeks. “Hey.”
She didn’t think she’d been screaming, but her voice was husky anyway. “Hi.”
He smiled at her, warm and sweet, and stroked his thumbs back and forth under her eyes. “We should do this more often.”
“Fuck on the kitchen table? Agreed.”
“Why do you think I made everything in the kitchen so sturdy?” He dropped a kiss to her forehead, and another to her lips. “You’re better than dessert.”
“Mmm. But you know…” She ran her hand up his arm. “There’s sturdy furniture everywhere in the house. We can’t neglect it.”
His eyes glinted with wicked humor and so, so much love. “The coffee table in the living room is an interesting height.”
“So is the bench in our bedroom.”
He hoisted her up as he rose from the chair. She ended up over his shoulder, giggling helplessly, as he headed for the door. “I guess we’ll just have to try them all.”
It would take all night to try them. It would take weeks or even months to narrow it down and choose a favorite. And then they’d have to start all over again.
The process would, Jeni was certain, take the rest of their lives.