CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

“Me and my man.” -  Gia. AKA Oh-my-god, I’m dating Colton Hawk!

 

Going out to dinner with Hawk became an odd, nerve tingling, belly warming event. What with Hawk collecting her from home, riding her to the Italian restaurant on the back of his bike, holding her hand without her slipping it into his first. And being attentive as she’d never seen him before with conversation and then to cap off her night when she’d reached for her wallet he’d given her such a manly grunt, his eyebrows twitching under his mane of hair, moving her hand from the check like she’d offended him.

She wasn’t a woman who needed a man to pay for everything, she never expected it. She liked to think she was equal regarding treating her special person to a meal.

Only, Hawk had other ideas, after he’d thrown down some notes and took her hand again, he had her on the back of his bike strapping on the helmet gently under her chin before he spoke and when he did, the noise did something funny to her heart.

“You’re in my world now, Gia. And before now it wasn’t something I wanted to participate in. How my boys go out of their way to look after their old lady’s, to make them happy, protect them was like watching some alien show I couldn’t grasp. Thought they were all whipped by the pussy. They make it their duty to provide to all her needs and I never got it. Until now.”

She’d known this and yet surprise had her barely breathing.

 “So that’s where I’m at. You can call me old fashioned, a chauvinistic pig. It amounts to the same thing. I’m a biker. A deviant one at that. You want something, I’m your man to provide it for you. ‘Cause what you might not realize yet since you’ve been busy chasing my ass to ground.” She smiled shyly at that and fingered his beard, leading him in so she could kiss him. “Is that when you put yourself in my world, this is how it’s gonna go. So, you can bitch at me all you want and complain you’re a modern woman who pays her own way. Still gonna happen the same so you’re gonna have to learn to accept it how it is ‘cause out of the two of us I’m the one unable to change and you know that. I’ll try to compromise anything else, so for your own good get on board real damn fast and understand that I need to take care of you in every way possible.”

Hawk’s concentrated gaze crawled over her face, washing her in heat wherever it touched.

I guess that told me, she smiled and grabbed his mouth and in three seconds Hawk took over the kissing. Growling he prowled into her mouth with his tongue like he knew he was welcome, holding the back of her head they kissed like teenagers right there on the curb for all the world to see this was her man.

Her man!

“So, I just have to say I want something, and genie biker will provide, hm?” She tested, running her fingers through his beard, over the warmth of his soft lips.

Another grunt.

“A Lamborghini. And a private jet, for starters.”

She leaned in for a second kiss, grinning as she did, when he asked. “What color?”

Her brows pinched. “Color?”

“For your Lamborghini.”

Gia burst out laughing because he looked so earnest.

How her heart flipped over.

“Just take me home and fuck me, Hawk, you were already getting laid tonight.”

And that’s what they did. Right in the hallway, with Gia spread against the console table. And then in the shower up against the wet tiled wall and twice more during the night with Hawk’s insatiable mouth rousing her from sleep.

She woke deliciously achy and smiling to know he’d stayed the night curled around her back as the big spoon. She flipped onto her back and found the palest of blues on her face.

Now, being a woman, she had a fair portion of vanity, so she did a quick hair check with the brush of a hand, found it to be nest-like. Ah, well, what was she gonna do, he’d already seen her now.

“Good morning,” her voice scratched. “It’s still early, why are you awake?”

 

******

 

He’d woke wanting her.

What was new?

Hawk didn’t think he’d ever stared at a woman as much as he did with Gia. A pervert’s gaze raked over the fine freckles on her chest, up the column of her throat to the dip he liked to bury his face in when the climax blew his head off.

She was so beautiful it curled his belly, twisting it into knots.

He wanted to own her.

Not in a fucking cute way either. Own all of her like a precious, priceless possession, so no one could take his little bit away from him again.

He watched her sleepy face content for him to stare at her. She let him do that a lot, he’d noticed. Her bow shaped lip curved at the edge with a smile.

The thin cotton shirt Gia slept in came up a little with the help of his roaming hand, exposing smooth skin. Hawk was a teenage boy with a hint of nakedness, his body reacting as always to Gia. Then he caught the sight of a pink line faded into her olive skin. Pushing the sheet down to her thighs. Back and forth he stroked the scar as he’d wanted to do months ago when she was in the hospital.

His brain raged for days to protect and take care of her.

If people though he was a basket case on his good days, it was nothing compared to how he felt those fraught hours of Gia needing surgery and Hawk feeling like shit he couldn’t do a thing for her.

“I had my appendix out.” She clarified. Her eyelids half closed. The same way she got right after she came hard for him. He stroked the scar again, watched her shudder.

“I know.” Gruffness stole through his voice, removing his hand he gently rolled down her shirt covering her. There was only so much control a man had when faced with his own personal temptation and he’d had her so much her little body should be raw by now. “I was there.” He went on confessing, no reason to hide it now.

“What do you mean, you were there?”

He rolled a shoulder and propped himself on an elbow. “Heard you were sick. I wanted to make sure you were fine.”

“At the hospital?”

“Yeah.”

“Hawk…”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Hawk.” She repeated, grasping his hand. It felt so fucking good. Her cute as fuck face flushed to the crowning of her hair making her eyes appear all the bluer against the heated skin. His thumb, that sly little asshole, rubbed on her palm. “Why didn’t you come by my room?”

I was there every night while you slept. “You had enough visitors with your family. I saw you were fine and left.” Weeks after the fact.

“I wish you had.” She smiled dreamily at him. “Big softy. Thanks for checking on me. My cute stalker.” And then without notice she climbed on top of him.

Instant erection dug into the place between her thighs where she’d split them over his body. Hawk grunted and grabbed hold of her hips while she settled.

Her face came down, teeth bit his lip.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

Gia snickered. “What a leading question. Anyone would think it was deliberate…”

He caught on fast. “A fuck or toast?”

“Why can’t I have both?”  

Fuck him, he knew he shouldn’t, knew he should give her body a rest from his dirty fucking need, but he grew stiff and Gia began rocking on him, letting him feel she was wet through her shorts and his brain stopped working.

“You can have anything you want, little bit.” His hips rose giving her every inch.

Toasted bread came much later.