CHAPTER THIRTY

“The possessive side of a surly biker. I like. I want. I need.” - Gia

 

Hating the distance, he popped up, discarded both boots, he stalked through to the bathroom, walked into the billowing steam like he had a right to see his little bit naked behind the fogged glass.

Seeing him standing there she wiped the condensation and stared at him through the glass and didn’t the teasing thing cup soaped hands over her tits, running them in circles.

Fucking hell.

His voice was low and pained. “Stop fucking looking at me like that, Gia. Swear to Christ. I’m not a goddamn saint. I want you.”

Watching her shower? He was the luckiest SOB that had legs. But talk about being cursed. Every part of Hawk ached. Nothing was left out of that gutting sensation. Not his fingers. Not his belly, not his hair and not his raging cock.

She deserved more, better, and he was gonna move fucking mountains to give it to her. Starting right now.

She fucking smiled real damn slowly and slid the door open. Coconut scent hit his nose.

“I need a man’s hand, one with calluses and a man's firm touch, a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t punk out every time things get difficult. I need your hand, Colton.”

He reached for her, but she warded him off. Her tits dripped water from soft peaks and his mouth dried to suck them. “Gia…” he cautioned.

She could have his hands day and night if she wanted them. Make her scream and pant.

“Admit you’re right for me.” She was a slippery little thing avoiding his hands when she swerved out of his way nearly dancing towards the towel used to dot the water from her body, she bent at the waist, ran it up her legs, her inner thigh, over her flat belly.

Hawk’s vision blinked out and he grabbed his shirt at the back of his neck, hauled it off in one fell swoop.

Next was his belt and he kicked off his jeans leaving him naked.

“I want to fuck you in ways that make you ache when you have flashbacks in the morning over breakfast.”

 “So, say it.”

“When I'm through with you, the neighbors will need a cigarette.”

“Hawk.” Her foot stomped before her swept up a hundred pounds of perfect woman and smashed her lips under his, licking and biting until she moaned. “Say you’re it for me, baby. No other man is better for me than you, say it.” She was rough with his hair and he fucking loved it, she could claw his skin off and he’d thank her for it.

“How would you feel if I wasn’t around?” Gia pressed him when he had her on the bed making room in between her legs for him.

He grunted, stroking his mouth over her belly, between her breasts.

“Would you hate it if I was dating someone else?”

A growl boiled out of him and he sucked her nipple hard rousing a moan from her.

“Mine.” He told her and meant it. He’d kill a dipshit for trying to date her.

“Exactly, I’m yours. Give me the same in return.”

Though his little bit of a thing fought him with words and her angry little kitten growl her body arched under his, bending her neck she made room for his lips as his hands lifted her into his first thrust and the fucking pleasure nearly split his skull in two.

This was what he needed. Only this, only her. The demons of the past got lost in the fog of how good he felt when he started to pump into her.

Gia avoided his lips the minute he leaned down to kiss her. His brow creased.

“Gia…” He coaxed softly. “I won’t allow you to close me out, not when I’m rammed ten inches deep inside ecstasy. Not when you made this happen, little bit, you signed yourself over to me. Open your eyes and see the man who wants everything.” With a motion gentler than he thought possible when she was trying to push him free he leaned his whole weight on top of her body. “You don’t get to take back my everything. You gave me this pussy. It’s mine now. You’re mine now.”

“Yours?” She scoffed, lifting her hips into the slams, nails gouged out his forearms and she made the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. Her eyes blazing how angry she was even though her body was ready to come. “I’m only yours in private.”

 “Shut that ripe, gorgeous little dick-teasing mouth, Gia, before I shut it for you.”

When he slammed into her he muttered the vilest curse against her cheek, he was seeing deities and the fucking devil all at once and he didn’t believe in any of them. Like he'd lost all sense of reality and was acting out the deepest of his hidden fantasies like a man possessed, he was death row, and this was his last meal.

He loved her so fucking much it broke his brain until he couldn't think anymore, just act on his depravity he'd tucked away, just feel she’d said.

She was his catnip, his opiate, his reason for everything.

And he fucked her. And he fucked her.

The longest strokes.

The deepest, hardest strokes.

She bowed her back, clawed him raw, feeding her pussy to him, his little bit groaned his name so loud it sounded like music and he pumped her even harder, unable to stop.

All he could hear was her chants. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Hawk. He couldn’t ignore the slow throb in groin, all the blood in his body sluggish as it traveled there, his dick demanded it all as he grew harder inside her.

There came a time when he had to accept the situation he was in.

There was no putting Gia back in the box he’d always had her in. He had to trust in what she said, that he was it for her.

For fucks sake, he was falling down the black hole of love with no exit in sight.

As their climaxes crested, her cries ringing like hot harmony in his ears, he buried his face in her throat, kissing her hammering pulse.

Hawk's orgasm paralyzed him.

He didn’t rail it into her.

He pushed deep, and as his release started, rather than thrust his come into her, he simply remained motionless and filled his little bit.

“You’re mine and I fucking belong to you to do with what you want any time you want. I’m a Gia branded motherfucker.”

Her laugh reached right down into his damaged heart that even when his phone vibrated ten more times that night he didn’t feel so sick inside.
 

******

 

An immoderate time later, a sex worn Gia sprawled on top of Hawk, purring as she played her fingers in his chest hair. “What if I can’t make you happy?” He asked softly...almost anguished.

The fingers going up and down her naked spine didn’t cease their travels. Good thing she was sex sated or she might have overreacted at Hawk’s question. Instead she circled around his nipple until it puckered. “Are you going to beat me?”

His head reared. Nostrils flared. “Fuck no.”

Gia patted him to make him relax. “Will you be verbally cruel?”

Calmer this time, as if he knew where she was going with this. He shook his messy head and grunted. “No.”

“Will you give me all your attention because I’m a spoiled brat and will want it?” Something like relief and hope flickered through those gorgeous eyes. She smiled, curling deeper into Hawk’s chest. Lust flickered in the banks of his gaze.

He didn’t realize what a simple man he was to make happy if only he’d let her.

And how hungry he was to love someone.

To love her. Just let go, my lonely man, I’m right here.

“Maybe.” His head dipped. Gia grinned to herself.

“Then you don’t sound all that bad to me. It’s a good start.”

The thing with being in love with a guy who didn’t think much of himself was, he was the antidote to his own poison.

She was a trained psychologist deeply in love with an emotionally vacant screwed-up guy and she had no clue why yet, only she understood unquestionably, he meant it every time he called himself a monster. Maybe not her wisest choice, but the heart wanted what it wanted.

“No more talking,” Hawk demanded in his rough timber, he dragged her further on top of him, splitting her legs roughly, he positioned his hard cock at her entrance, Gia whimpered excited, her skin on fire.

Right when she was going to sink down and impale herself, his phone buzzed multiple times. “God fucking dammit!” He cursed grabbing it and barked a “What?” Gia swallowed back a giggle as his large hand covered her whole left boob. He squeezed, he petted, and he tormented her.

“It’ll have to wait, Prez.”

Ohh, shit. It was Rider.

Her eyes wide with shock. She’d been holding herself off his cock to tease him, the surprise of knowing her brother was on the end of the call while she was straddled naked on his VP had her sinking low and before she knew it she’d taken Hawk’s cock deep inside herself.

Shaking them both.

She slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan. Hawk’s hand moved from her boob down to grip her hip tightly to keep her from moving.

“Later, busy now. Yeah, right. Fuck, okay, Rider, Jesus, don’t you have, I don’t know, a fucking bed with your old lady to get to? It’ll keep. Later.” He hung up.

Her groan was one of need and amusement as she began to leisurely rock taking that massive length as deep as she could. “You’re not leaving.” She told him forcibly. She’d keep him between her legs if she had to.

“Not going anywhere,” he agreed fisting both hands on her hips helping to push them back to the perfect angle to slide him deeper. “Now ride the fuck out of me.”