Ruthless Hawke

A SECOND GENERATION HAWKE FAMILY NOVEL GWYN MCNAMEE RUTHLESS HAWKE © 2023 Gwyn McNamee All rights reserved. Except as permitted by U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior permission of the author. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, or organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Model: Andrew Biernat Photographer: Wander Aguiar Cover Design: Michelle Johnson at Bluesky Design Editing: Stephie Walls at Wallflower Edits To anyone who ever felt the weight of expectations and broke free of them… HAWKE FAMILY TREE CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Epilogue Note From The Author Acknowledgments About the Author OTHER WORKS BY GWYN MCNAMEE 1 ISAAC Nothing better prepares me for doing battle against some asshole in the courtroom than having my dick sucked by the judge’s clerk right before the hearing. And Tina is a damn queen when it comes to working over my cock and relieving all my stress so I can go to counsel’s table with a clear mind. Sweet fucking hell, is she good… Groaning, I drop my head back against the door of her office while she swirls her tongue around my length, one hand grasping the base, the other digging sharp nails into my bare thigh. My hips jerk, pushing me forward slightly, and she issues a little moan of approval and redoubles her efforts, sucking me deep into her throat. “Fuck, Tina…” I bury my fingers in her curly, blond hair, tugging on the strands and squeezing my eyes closed to rein in the need to drive harder into her mouth and fuck away the true frustration of having to be here today for this hearing has built up within me. Bad fucking idea. As soon as I lose sight of the woman on her knees in front of me, the face of another one flashes through my head. The blond strands become red… Blue eyes become amber… Not fucking now. I should have known it would happen today, should have anticipated her haunting me on the fifth anniversary of our spectacular weekend together in Chicago, but all I want is to enjoy the woman I’m with and forget about the one who inhabits my fantasies relentlessly. As if that’s ever worked. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Nothing changes. I still feel the gentle brush of her hand, the way her cunt encased me so perfectly. Her moans and gasps still ring in my ears like some ethereal call to find her when it’s impossible. God knows I’ve fucking tried… I shake my head to try to clear the old memories and tighten my grip on Tina’s blond tresses. She twists her hand up my shaft with each withdrawal of her mouth, dragging me even closer to release. The alarm on my phone blares, warning us that court will start in a few minutes, but it doesn’t even faze her. If anything, it only spurs her on, makes her more determined. She keeps going harder, working me over like a true master. Shit. Judge Cramer is nothing if not punctual, and he’ll be walking into his chambers right next door to Tina’s office any minute now. Fuck. There’s one surefire way to make sure I come before he does. And it’s the one thing I don’t want to do. The thing I’ve been avoiding since the minute Tina dragged me back here and put her mouth on me, but I do it anyway. I close my eyes and picture her on her knees, her lips wrapped around me, sucking me down. I hear her voice echoing in my ear, saying the name I gave her. Nolan… “Fuck!” I explode instantly, cum shooting out of my cock into Tina’s eager mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She swallows it quickly, the rippling of her throat making my body spasm even more until I finally have nothing left but regret at having to use that memory when I’m with Tina. I sag back against the door, relax my grip on her hair, and let my eyes drift open to meet her green ones staring up at me with amusement. Tina climbs to her feet, straightens her skirt, and casually walks over to her desk to grab the files on it, as if she didn’t just work me over like a fucking queen. I suck in a heavy breath as I grab my boxer briefs and pants from around my knees and tug them back up, tucking in my still-hard cock and securing my belt in place. “That was incredible.” Truly. And just what I needed this morning to break through the dark cloud of annoyance hanging over me at having to be back here to argue about the same thing again and again. She grins at me over her shoulder, her pride making her practically glow in the harsh, artificial fluorescent light. “I know.” I bark out a laugh and run a hand through my hair. “Am I going to see you tonight?” Files in hand, she approaches and shakes her head. “No. I have a date.” I raise a brow at her. “Really,