CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“My one and only job is protecting her. Try and stop me if you dare.” - Hawk

 

“You got something against your daughter having protection?”

“When it’s you I do.”

“Maybe you want me to let Grigori stroll in and pluck her up, old man.”

It’s funny how easy the mind will fool itself. Minutes ago, Hawk had ideas of doing a lot more than protecting Gia.

Stupid, foolish ideas.

And his dirty, filthy mind lapped it up. Encouraging him with his hungry dick chiming in to tell him it was a great fucking idea.

Have her.

Have her over and over. Sate the hunger in his skull.

Ajax rocking up to her house, giving him that same disgusted stare he’d done years ago the first time he warned Hawk away from Gia brought him crashing to reality.

Now he could barely contain the need in his blood to kill this man.

The man who thought he knew everything and knew nothing.

But the acid churning up his digestive tract was the same nonetheless and he hated Ajax Marinos, not for the threat, he expected it, oddly respected the old man for looking out for Gia. He too would guard her with his life no questions asked.

But putting that back in his head, reminding Hawk of the first and last conversation he had with him ten long years ago when Ajax had seen something on Hawk’s face looking at Gia.

Days later he’d cornered Hawk in the clubhouse, told him in no uncertain terms to stay the fuck away from his young daughter, laid out his trump card in telling Hawk he knew.

Oh, yeah, the old man knew, how? He couldn’t say for sure, but he had some ideas and was sick over it. She’d get money any way she could, even filling Ajax’s head with fucking lies.

It was several months after that Ajax moved his family back to Texas even surprising Rider who assumed it was because Rider now owned the club. Hawk reckoned differently.

Ajax wanted Gia far away from him.

And Hawk had lived in the dark ever since.

Only being back in Gia’s life without having to skulk in the shadows for a glimpse of her did he realize how much he’d lived in that darkness, desolate of any warmth and now he was bathed in sunshine.

“Heed what I say, Hawk. You won’t put one disgusting hand on my girl, not if I have anything to do with it.”

“You do you, Mad-dog. I’ll be the one here stopping your brother helping Grigori in destroying our club. I’ll be the fucking wall between Gia and the Russians. But you go right ahead putting your focus on me. Why start doing the right thing for your family now? Seriously, old man, you got no fucking idea what you have, and you waste it.”

Ajax thundered a growl and stomped off to his ride.

There was nothing but fury sloshing through Hawk’s tight gut.

Any other man and he’d be dead on the floor now.

He held no care for Ajax save for the fact he was Rider and Gia’s old man and killing him on her doorstep was a sure-fire way to have her kicking him out of her life for good.

You’ll be gone soon enough anyway if he tells her. The nasty little voice in the back of his skull supplied.

The most telling thing from that shitstorm exchange; Ajax never once denied his brother was sided with the bratva.

Hawk swallowed and continued to the front door. It opened instantly before he reached the handle.

“Mind telling me what my dad meant by he’d tell me.” Gia fired before his ass was even through the door. He shrugged out of the leather duster, tossing it back over the newel post.

He advanced.

Eating her up with his nasty fucking eyes.

His belly locked up for a new reason.

Burning lust low and dirty.

She was flushed in the face. Angry from whatever words she’d shared with her father.

“Nope.” He kept it short and heard her hmph with a little foot stomp.

“Hawk! I mean it. I want to know.”

“Little eavesdroppers never hear what they want to.” He said and scooped her up by the waist. She squealed, digging fingers into his shoulders to hold on.

What slither of patience he possessed flew right out of the window the moment Ajax issued his threat and now Hawk was feeling antsy under his skin.

He knew a good cure.

And his little bit of a thing kept it between her thighs.

Two steps at a time he carried his precious cargo with her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers buried in the back of his nape up to her bedroom.

She acted like it was normal he was carting her around. “Aren’t you going to tell me what an overbearing ass he is?”

Hawk switched his gaze to her. “Why would I do that? He’s your dad looking out for you. I’d do the same with a daughter.”

“You’re a sweet man.”

Hawk snorted and made her turn a hot red with his blistered stare. The blush that had his dirty thoughts turned nuclear. “Hardly. Not when I’m about to eat the fuck out of you.”

“Oh…now? Right now?” Her arms banded tighter as he elbowed open her bedroom door and her sweet breath puffed against the side of his face.

Carrying Gia was a dream he never knew he wanted and now he couldn’t picture anything more picture-perfect than carrying this woman in his arms wherever she wanted to go.

Depositing her on the bed, Hawk prowled over Gia, spreading his hands up by her head. He was mindless to taste her.

Her eyes, low lidded and heavy with lust. That must he could recognize. He almost tasted it on his tongue and it drove him mad.

“Hawk. I still want to know what you talked to dad about.”

He slid off the bed, used her ankles to pull her to the end where he fell to his knees and he started to peel her out of her clothes.

“Do you want to talk, or do you want me to tongue-fuck you until you can’t breathe?”

She puffed air from her lax lips.

Her desire scorched him as he fingered her little silk panties he began to slip down her toned legs, discarding them on the floor.

His bones grew loose. He rolled his neck from side to side and stroked down over his new shaved beard.

She’d been right to clip it all off. Now he could get a good mouthful of her pussy.

Fuck. He couldn’t wait.

He descended his head, already licking his lips.

Gia scrambled up on her hands. “Wait. Maybe we should wait to do that, Hawk. I haven't showered since this morning.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he hardly felt it. What with the noise roaring between his ears and his hungry tongue dry as a bone.

 “I need you like this. Not perfect. Not pristine, just like this, Gia. Wet, pink and swollen. Please.” His voice came out like a croak as he nuzzled his nose to her heat and inhaled her sweet musk, his lower half rubbing the cotton of the bed to assuage the burning ache pulsing between his legs. The meat there wanted sating but first he'd eat. “Let me have this, I need it.”

His fingers crawled up the inside of her thighs, feeling how she shuddered and he took it as a good sign when she allowed her legs to fall open at the knees before shyly hooking one and then its twin over his shoulders.

Hawk felt like he could roar at the moon.

“Can I, little bit?” It was important to have the words from her.

Shyly, with a heated blush to her cheeks she stroked his jaw. He caught that finger and sucked it hard making her moan. “God. Yes, Hawk. Please.”

Shuffling both hands under her ass, he hunkered down, eyeing his prize. “Trust me that I’m obsessed with making you come. Whatever you need. However, you want it, I’ll learn it and give you it.”

“Oh, Jesus.” She moaned, and Hawk knew his cue.

He feasted.

And he didn’t breathe for the next ten minutes or however long it took to break Gia apart.

He fed from her cries and the next one she pleaded him for more.

His shoulder blades burned from the position he’d folded himself into and the hard cock between his legs was an agony, but her sweet moans and the way she fractured apart in his mouth was music.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged in a voice so hoarse he knew he was to blame, what with the screaming she’d been doing. Or maybe it’s an order for him.

Either way it didn’t matter, because he had no intention of stopping now his mouth was on her throbbing clit once again. Not until she came all over his face. He wanted to be saturated in her scent, to remember every fucking second of Gia thrashing her little hips under his hands while he feasted and made her voice smoke-rough.

He felt the moment of impact hit her.

The thighs he was holding began to shake, her stomach grew hollow in little flutters, and against Hawk’s flattened tongue the vibrations of her orgasm barrelled down from her strained neck straight into his open mouth.

He swallowed her whole.

All through her shudders he licked her tenderly until she settled panting against the pillows and Hawk sat back on his heels, winded for air with his chest smashed open and the taste of bliss in his mouth.

He let his head fall on his neck, fingers splayed on his thighs, he did the breathing thing for god knows how long.

Motherfuck. Gia had no clue she’d just killed him there on her bedroom floor with her legs dangling over his sharp shoulders, she’d killed him.