CHAPTER ELEVEN

“He’s not a new man. I just want him to be my man.” - Gia

 

“Little bit. No.”

“Colton. Yes.” She asserted with her devil smile, the one he couldn't find reason to resist. He sighed. A great big breath filling his lungs as she approached him with a pair of scissors and a black comb.

His eyes warily glared.

“No.” It was half-baked at best, it didn't even sound right on his tongue when all he ached to do was please her.

Hadn’t he followed her voice upstairs to her bedroom once more after they’d eaten a takeout dinner. All the provocation he’d needed was her sweet dulcet tones calling his name and he’d practically fucking sprinted up the stairs, only to come to a dead halt when he saw what was in her hands.

His chest thumped. And he bared his teeth in hopes of scaring her.

He had better chance of painting the local church roof hanging upside down on his toenails. No matter how much he scowled or growled at Gia, she just smiled and looked at him like he had answers to all her questions.

He’d crossed so many lines in the last twenty-four hours he could no longer find it and everything in his chest hurt. It was hard to breathe without a mouthful of Gia-air.

She held the hair clippers in one hand and a pair of silver scissors in the other. A towel hooked over her forearm and she had a chair sitting in the middle of the bedroom as a makeshift barber’s station. “You’re so handsome, and you look like an overgrown moose!”

Hawk narrowed his eyes. Knew already he’d give in to anything she wanted. But he had to put up a token fight or she’d have him like a goddamn lap dog and he’d love it, for fucks sake. “No. Go away.”

“You look like Cousin It from the Addams family!”

Her amusement didn’t make his lips twitch at all...

“Gia…”

Look at her, she was delighted in herself. Advancing towards him on nimble toes. “You look like an Afghan hound!”

So goddamn pretty in her little cut off shorts she’d changed into before dinner and all he could taste in the back of his throat was her fucking juices.

All Hawk had heard all day long when he’d done the grunt work of moving her furniture from house to truck with the help of a couple of prospects was the cries she’d let out last night. And her sweet pleading.

He’d never known how desperate he’d been to hear her voice like that.

How could he have been prepared for the way his heart kicked every time she’d grabbed his hair and pumped her pussy against his lips.

All new sensations and Hawk was drowning in them.

 “Please, Hawk? I won’t shear you bald,” she bit on her lip like she was nervous and why was she blushing? He watched in rapt interest as she twirled the scissors and looked anywhere but at him. And then all her words poured out of her lips without taking a breath. “If you’re going to do—that to me again and I want you to, I really want you to, then we have to cut your beard, so it doesn’t get you know … messy.”

She wanted to cut his beard, so he could go down on her some more.

Hawk’s brain began to bleed.

Huffing air into his chest, he had only one answer.

“Fine. Get on with it.” He scowled, like there was any other outcome. If she wanted to shore him down like a fucking sheep he’d sit still while she did it.

Slipping out of his denim jacket he tossed it on the bed and plonked himself in the chair. She wrapped a towel around his shoulders and began running fingers through his hair.

Hawk had to grind his teeth. His cock hurt. His fucking chest caved in having her hands on him.

Shit. This was a bad idea.

He began to rise and her hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t like to be touched.”

How did she know that? His brows fell over his eyes feeling coldness seep into his bones.

“I’ll try to minimize how much I touch you, Colton, okay?”

His throat cleared. “I don’t mind.”

Her smile became nuclear.

He didn’t mind her hands on him at all. They didn’t evoke memories he’d rather forget.

He liked her hands.

That was the problem. He liked them too much.

He sat with his fists clenched on his thighs and let Gia trim the ends of his hair while she chatted about he didn’t even fucking know since his heart was cranking up to its highest thump level.

When she was standing between his legs, using the comb to straighten out his beard, the teeth catching in knots he rose his eyes and saw her up close.

Fuck. She was pretty.

Perfect and pretty his little bit of a thing.

Needing to fill the space before he did some dumb fuck stuff by grabbing her onto his lap he made his tongue move. “Are you happy to be going to Colorado?”

He heard her hum. He fingers moved through his beard and Hawk struggled not to lean in for a deeper touch.

“I really am. I’ve been in Texas nearly half my life now, but Colorado is where I grew up. It’s weird really. Ambrosio grew up here and loved it, yet he lives there, and I live here and want to be back in Armado.”

He hadn’t thought there’d be a day he wanted a real home for himself. Roots and stability.

Being around Gia for longer than a second gave him terrifying ideas.

Crazy, mental ideas no monster should ever have.

Like he could make a life with her.

And give her all the pretty things she wanted.

He was more of a headcase than he thought if that the derailment his fucked-up thoughts were taking him nowadays just because she’d let him inside her body.

Fucks sake.

He’d screwed up and now he was an addict.

Just like that.

One taste of her pussy and he’d been done for.

But who was he kidding.

He was an obsessed addict long before his mouth got anywhere near between her thighs. Last night only cemented what Hawk knew and that the little bit of a thing was a raw open sore in that place his heart should be.

She owned it.

She ruled it.

For what it was worth. Which wasn’t a lot.

How else could he explain why he was sitting calmly while she sheared him bare.

Hair fell on his chest. The gentle whirring of the clippers vibrated against his chin.

Looking down he had the urge to put his hand to his face and to glue it back on.

He didn’t like feeling exposed.  

As much as he tried to get her to leave him alone, he pulled her closer, addictions wrapping around his limbs. Irremovable vines twisting around his every organ.

What could he do?

Drown?

Ask her what she wanted with him?

He knew already, and his tongue was dry wanting it. He knew how to wet it, didn’t he? Oh yeah, he’d get his mouth so fucking wet it would drip off the tip.

It got his blood running even hotter.

The damage to his mind was already done, she was fighting a losing battle there.

Could he take pleasure in her for a little while and still be able to let her go to have that nice, normal life?

What pleasure it was, he was still high from listening to Gia come for him.

His dick rose from the dead and saluted its mistress.

A new sense of urgency rushed into his belly, he was itchy and jittery, there was no time like the present.

Once more wouldn’t be enough. He could gulp Gia and still he’d hunger. He’d once gorged on ice cream bars until he was sick, he’d never wanted ice cream ever again. If he got Gia in his throat again she’d be a gnaw he couldn’t get rid of, he’d want her constantly.

Like he didn’t already want her constantly.

She’d snipped his beard. Slow methodical movements of both fingers and scissors.

All Hawk knew was he was fucking hypnotized with her fingers combing through his hair, he would have let her cut off his skin if it felt this good.

Then she’d combed his hair in straight lines either side of his head.

“I like the length.” She’d said. “It just needs tidying some.”

At that point Hawk’s cock was in danger of pushing through his pants. It took all his will not to grab her into his lap and ground her to dust until he spurted all his come he’d saved up from the night before.

He was a complete dumb-fuck and acknowledged it. Because he wanted every scrap of Gia’s attention. He wanted to soak it in until it ran dry and she had no more to give.

He'd imagined her countless times, thousands upon thousands, clutching the sheets, grabbing onto his shoulders beneath him, screaming as she came.

He was sick.

Deranged.

He couldn't impose his filth on her more than he had. Not when it was all he thought about. Night and day. His Gia coming for him.

And now he’d seen her in her pleasure, there was no getting rid of his compulsion.

“You’re thinking loud down there.” He heard. And his eyes flipped up to see Gia smiling.

He’d been so much in his own deviant head he didn’t know she’d stopped the clippers and was brushing mounds of beard onto the floor.

Fuck. That was a shit ton of hair. He brought his hand to his face and found only bristle under his palm. Thick and even across his face. The hair no longer trailed down to his chest.

“Oh god, if you frown right now I’m going to kiss you. Fair warning, I can’t resist your avalanche pouting.” Gia said stepping back and then she stared at him.

She stared so long Hawk did frown because her face blanched.

“Oh, shit.” She said. Her hands going up to her face. Eyes wide. She looked so fucking stricken Hawk had no clue why. “What have I done?” Staring hard. “We need to fix it, Hawk. Right now.”

What. The. Fuck.

He was up off the chair; heavy strides took him to the bathroom mirror. With the way Gia was acting he expected to see a mohawk or crop circles on his face.

Instead it was just the same old ugly fucker with the deep scowl etched permanently on his face.

She’d tied his hair back in a high tail. And he was right, the beard was gone save for the closely clipped whiskers on his chin and jaw.

He hadn’t seen all his face in so long.

He stared at himself.

Then went to face Gia again.

“I don’t see the problem, Gia. I’m still the same ugly me.”

“Are you kidding me?” She screeched, glowering. Her cheeks a beautiful pink. He wanted to test out his new beard and brush it over those cheeks, see if she’d moan for the animal.

He ran his hands over it instead.

“I made you too damn handsome!” She shrieked. “This was a grave mistake. I didn’t mean to. We have to glue all that hair back on!”

He blinked slowly. He’d never witnessed Gia in panic mode before.

 “What have I done?” Her cheeks became pinker, “they’ll all look at you now. They’ll all want you. Not like they don’t already, now it’ll be worse!”

Hawk scoffed and took both the scissors and clippers out of her hands to put them in one of the packing boxes atop of her bed while she freaked out.

No one was gonna be noticing him.

She must be as crazy as he was.

Curious. “Who are they?”

“Women!” her voice was no less frantic. “Women will want you. Look at you, Hawk. Ohmygod. This was a fucking mistake. What was I thinking? You’re so fucking handsome. I can’t stand it.”

Her agitation was testing his resolve.

How could she stand there in the middle of her pretty-girl bedroom, smelling as good as she did and look at him with her wide, almond shaped blue eyes, puffy lips and her tits heaving under the thin cotton shirt? How was he supposed to endue that and not attack her with his hands and mouth?

With the cock that hurt so damn much.

So, he did what any man lacking in decency would do.

He prowled over to her.

One purposeful leg after another.

Made sure she was watching him. Her unblinking gaze sent pure fire to his nasty gut.

It was a collective inhalation when their feet touched. So much bigger than her Hawk felt like he could reach down and drop her into his pocket for safe keeping.

“Colton…” she breathed. Funny how his name on her tongue didn’t twist his belly.

When he’d dragged his sorry ass over the room he had no idea what he was gonna do. As was the way with Gia, she knocked all his fucking common sense out of the window but watching her whittle her lip with her teeth his gut burned pure fire.

The want was enormous.

Erosion dragged out of his voice box.

“Kiss me.” He commanded coarser than planned. Dropping his head on his neck, he was nerves and tension and hunger pounding through his temples. “Gia … give me your mouth.”

One second, she was there, the next Gia was up on her toes grasping his face, pulling him that last inch.

Her tongue was an aggressive thrust.

Holy shit, he hadn’t expected that from Gia. For her to be so commanding over him, to take and possess. He about fell into her sweet mouth.

Her scent a different sort of high than the green he smoked.

It wrapped itself around Hawk’s every limb until he was panting into her mouth.

His fingers were sloppy grabbing her narrow hips.

Not like her had a lot of fucking practice kissing a woman.

He had more in common with a bull in mating season than he did being tender with a woman.

He fucked because he was horny.

He didn’t go softly.

And he didn’t feel a thing for them.

When she touched her fingers to his biceps they flexed.

The same when those same two hands ran up to his pecs. And when she twined them around his neck he hunkered down to her smaller size. Giving his mouth freely. Letting her play with his tongue.

While he died a thousand times over.

Hawk didn’t have much of a brain, but as Gia licked slowly over his teeth, what he did have turned to fucking glue.

He couldn’t take it.

He grabbed her waist, intent on tossing her onto her neatly made bed and getting his mouth between her thighs and satisfying them both.

But a banging on the door downstairs ripped them apart.

It was no friendly knocking anything.

Gia’s eyes rounded, and he stopped her from advancing towards the door.

His first thought was it was no one he wanted at her doorstep this time of night.

“Stay here. I’ll get it.” Hawk switched damn fast from a man in the advance stages of throwing down and rutting to that of a protector as he stomped down the stairs and wrenched open the door prepared to strangle whoever the fuck it was banging that way.

Ajax Mad-dog Marinos glared at him from the doorstep.