CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“I didn’t fucking volunteer for this tribute. I need ice, a medic and a loose woman to give me last rites.” - Snake

 

It was a fool’s thought to assume all his ticks would disappear into the dust seeing how he felt peace for the first time … ever? Sleeping seven good hours, a new occurrence since he’d been in Gia’s bed. Not to mention the sex.

The out of this fucking world sex that fed his addiction to her one spoonful at a time.

All that good from the one amazing woman who was kind as she was beautiful and understanding for all the shit he didn’t say but tried to tell her with actions.

All that didn’t mean shit when his head was still wired wrong.

Bouncing on his tiptoes. Sweat dripped into Hawk’s eyes. He swiped it away with the side of his hand, never taking his gaze from the man in front of him.

“I think you busted out my spleen,” doubled over, Snake huffed and groaned and poked at his ribcage, whining like a little girl. On the outer edges of the raised ring he could see Pretty-boy and Arson working out on the treadmills. Further down, in their basement gym Texas was lifting weights listening to an audiobook through big headphones.

The groaning in front of him continued. “Seriously, you, fucking lunatic, I think you dislodged something, I can feel it sloshing from side to side.”

Both men wore basketball shorts, sneakers, boxing gloves and not much else apart from bruises and workout perspiration.

Unrepentant. He smirked. “Walk it off. Come on.” Bouncing lightly, he gestured Snake forward. He needed more activity.

Snake puffed out a laugh and straightened to almost the same height as Hawk. Silver glittered in Snake’s ears, sweat oozing down his face and body, a little bruised now he’d gone a few rounds with Hawk in the sparring ring.

“Why the fuck did I volunteer for this again? Come to think of it. I didn’t. It should be Prez here. Shit. Take it easy on me, VP, I wanna get laid tonight.”

“You seeing your kids soon?”

“Week after next,” Snake grinned rubbing sweat out of his eyes.

Hawk taunted. “Then don’t worry, Big daddy. You’ll be all put together in time to see your boys.” 

Hawk smirked in answer to the guy’s groan as he rotated a shoulder and began circling Snake who followed his movements with jerky spins. It typically was Rider who sparred with him. But seeing as how Rider hated him right now, they’d avoided each other.

The hunt. The fight. The kill.

It all juiced his system. It gave the spark of feeling alive when his blood rushed noisily through his ears pushing out all other sounds.

He was the exhilarated kind of exhausted bouncing on his toes; physically fine, but mentally…he’d never be normal put it that way. All the club members knew it and knew to keep out of his way if he got in a mood.

Weird days hit him.

Like today. A regular fucking Friday and yet it fired his neurons in the wrong directions, ever since his eyes opened this morning, he was itchy and restless and the urge to puke was strong.

The only thing to make him appear normal was the intense workout he put his body through.

Exhaust and endure.

It was a coping mechanism that had semi-worked over the years.

Twenty-two years ago, Hawk was a lanky kid, all of fifteen. The same night he’d run away from home. More like escaped a mortal Hell.

The same night he was starving, and the gnaw in his belly had him desperately scouring the back of restaurants and bars for food debris in the dumpsters when a down and out drunk offered him a free meal to suck him off.

It was the first time Hawk had gotten blood on his hands. He’d morphed into a wild, furious animal in seconds, disgusted with fury. As skinny as he’d been back then, with hardly any muscle on his teenage body, he’d nearly killed that lecherous drunk in a dirty alleyway.

He ate well that night after he stole the guys wallet.

Twenty-two years didn’t make the memories swirling sting any less for why he’d run away. He was sure sometimes when he woke up in a cold sweat that he was still there, amid the horror in that house and the bile careening up his windpipe when the realization of his situation became as clear as a nightmare.

Being an expressionless asshole suited him for thirty-seven years. Knowing it made people uncomfortable because they could never read him right and really who could give a fuck about what others thought, was always Hawk’s thought.

Only now there was Gia and she was the goddamn sunshine in a blazing heatwave and he found himself wanting to please her with all things, not only physical.

She made him talk a lot. Words fell off his fucking tongue like a lapdog eager for her approving smile.

He took Snake for a few more rounds until the Sergeant in Arms tapped out.

Just as well since his heart stuttered a second later.

“Don’t you boys look like you’re having fun,” announced the sweetest angelic voice, making Hawk spin around to see Gia in goddamn leggings shaping to her body smiling up at him.

Holy fuck. The dirty thoughts piled into his brain and dried up his useless tongue.

“Fun? He near killed me.” Laughed Snake jumping out of the ring to grab a water bottle.

“That can’t be right, he’s a big ol’ bear.” Her eyes twinkled at him. “You’re not playing nice, Colton?”

“He asked me to rough him up.”

Snake guffawed around a mouthful of water. “Tell that to my no longer working lungs.”

He’d been without her too long and he wanted an up close and personal look at those leggings, so after shucking the cloth wrapped around his hands, he beckoned her near and he leaned over the top rope, clutched her under the armpits and lifted her over, making her squeal.

Without taking his gaze from Gia’s beaming face when she situated herself almost within touching distance of his chest, he reached out and offered a fist for Snake to bump. “Thanks for the spar, Snake.” Then he made himself disappear.

“Capone not around today?”

“No,” sharp, dark eyes narrowed on her. “Why?”

“Because he and I are having a wild, passionate affair, of course.” Teasing. She was teasing him. Hawk called off his dogs.

A finger stole over his chest, drawing patterns. “You’re all sweaty.”

“I’ll shower.”

“Wait.” She commanded, grabbing the towel from the corner she began brushing it over his arms, chest and neck.

Fuck. His cock woke up real quick and if not for the audience who were trying not to eyeball them and made a piss poor job of it, he would have groaned for her to reach into his shorts and stroke one off for him.

Even a dirty bastard in love was still a dirty bastard. Nothing much changed there.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like you sweaty,” she whispered blushing. “Now, the reason I came.” she told him. “Do you own a drill?”

Hawk’s brow winged up. “Is this some sexual shit like your stashed supply of vibrators?”

“It’s four, oh my god.” she poked his hard belly, he caught that hand and held on.

“I need some shelves putting up in my office and Ambrosio is avoiding me.”

Hawn grunted. He expected Rider to be shit around him, they’d barely said ten words to each other all week, but he wouldn’t stand for his prez treating Gia less than a fucking goddess.

“Let me grab a shower and I’ll go over there with you.”

“You don’t have to work?”

“It’ll keep.”

Before he helped her down out of the ring he kissed her only once on the lips when she lifted her face and closed her eyes.

The sheer enormity of not throwing her down and mounting her from behind became a real struggle. But as he showered off his two hours of sweat and let the hot water drop over his aching muscles, he realized his gut had unclenched and he was looking forward to doing whatever drilling Gia needed.

Some nightmares were overcome with a smile.

Fuck him, he was getting flowery in his old age.

 

******

 

It wasn’t an altogether lie getting Hawk out of the MC today and over to her office. She did want shelves placing on the wall and a few other DIY jobs she knew if she attempted them the whole building would need remodelling within a week. She had a magic touch with animals and baked good and she had an ear for everyone but put power tools anywhere near Gia and things spontaneously broke all on their own. Her dad still talked about the great flood of 2014 when her laundry room became a makeshift pool house for a few hours one summer.

Her real reason though, was to get him alone because though he hadn’t said a word about it when he’d left her place, she could tell something was bubbling under his surface, he’d been distance more than usual when they’d made dinner together and he hadn’t commentated at all with the tv show she’d chosen for them.

She was worried but his affection in the gym calmed her somewhat.

Now she just wanted to be alone with him.

 

******

 

His Gia was a sneaky, little girl. Using a fabricated hoax that she needed a handyman when all the time she’d watched him drill holes in the walls and hang shelves she’d really wanted to get into his fucking pants.

I want to feel you in my mouth, Colton.

Hawk withheld his filthy smirk.

She could have just asked him to unzip, he’d be more than happy to let her do whatever she wanted to him.

Only now, she was nervously twitching her skinny fingers watching him unbuckle his belt, turning pink while she licked her full lips.

“Anxious?” He locked his body over hers in a lithe movement of muscle, bringing them face to face. “I’ve remembered everything about this mouth, it’s tortured me. The curves and lines when you’re joyful or sad, muddled, nervous, happy. There’s a scar on your top lip I can only see when I’m close enough. I know each mood by a slight tilt to your mouth. I could identify your tongue in a line-up because you lick the corner of your lip when you concentrate. Do you think that I think this mouth can do any wrong? Do you think I haven’t imagined it in every dirty and good way possible already? On my mouth, or wrapped around my fingers, or sucking my unworthy dick?”

She hummed a musical note, pushing him back so his ass hit the edge of her desk and leaning forward she captured what she’d asked for with her open, pink lips.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It was game over from that moment.

He was a useless bag of shit the second she sucked his dick into her mouth.

No good to anyone while she licked him up and down and hummed like a fucking angel as she went.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shitting god.

“Gia.” Nothing else came to mind, it was empty space to rent in there.

Fucking tumbleweed blew through.

If she sucks me any harder, I’m gonna fucking die.

Oh, Christ, suck, little bit, that’s it.

She’s killing me.

It’s too good.

Killing. Me.

Bracing his hands before he dug them into her hair, he didn’t want to hurt her by slamming into her throat. But, fuck, the want of it was a scream through his stomach.

He’d never let anyone near his cock this way.

Fucking never.

Oh, fuck. She’s killing me.

He’d known already she liked to suck on two of his fingers or his thumb while he fucked her. Watching it usually blew his skull apart. He hadn’t known she’d enjoy sucking on his near-painful erection the way she was with her eyes fluttering shut and her moan vibrating his sensitive skin, trying to take it all until he saw her gag a little then go back to try again.

“Holy shit, little bit.” The oh-fuck-yes pleasure was strangling him in hard increments when he felt the back of her tight throat.

He had to fight the urge not to grab her cheeks and rut her face in one helluva fuck.

His sweet, little girl. Fuck. Fuck. He was dying.

He made starved animal noises, noises a fucking baby dinosaur maybe sounded like, shooting pleasure through his legs, his abdomen, tightening all his muscles, his fucking dick growing impossibly harder between two pink lips laving affection like no other on him and it was detonating his mind.

This couldn’t all be for him. He wouldn’t allow his little bit to be left out.

“Hand in your leggings, Gia,” he commanded. “I want you to come before I fuck you.”

Even his filthiest fantasies didn’t touch the edges of seeing her dark head between his legs, her mouth working him dry and her hand stolen beneath the fabric of her pants rubbing herself to join him.

The pressure behind his eyeballs gathered with his torso on fire.

Gia pressed forward in her office chair, a hand braced on his upper thigh, Hawk with his head held back to watch her mouth take him, she was too beautiful for him to miss a thing. Sensation washed through him, trying in vain to retain his groans of pleasure, not one fucking demon was left standing in his head when his sweet girl sucked the last drops of come out of him.