CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“Brother-interruptus. Maybe the universe was telling us something.” – Gia

 

 

The same happened the next morning when Gia was standing in just a sleep shirt making coffee. Hawk kissing the back of her nape. He only wore unbuttoned jeans.

And Rider called her.

“Shit. Be quiet.” She swatted at the hands sliding under the shirt towards her boobs. He didn’t listen and by the time she’d squeaked a good morning to her brother Hawk was plastered to her back, digging his cock into her ass and sucking on her neck.

God, it felt amazing. She bumped him with her ass and he groaned. Loudly.

“You got company?” A suspicious Ambrosio asked her.

 “No.” she squeaked a reply. “Radio is on in the background.”

Hawk chuffed air against her nape. She elbowed to shut up.

“You comin’ over Wednesday? We got a cookout going on.”

“Maybe.” A hand slid around to her belly and began drifting southwards. She stopped that naughty hand in its tracks before they gave her brother a phone call none of them would ever be able to forget. “I’m looking at a few office spaces.” She told him.

“Want me to come with you?”

Ass-shimmying the man behind her, she basked in his large paws holding her belly. “I’m good, thanks. Who all is gonna be there, Uncle Jed? Your boys?” She asked casually. Meaning would Hawk be there. He hadn’t mentioned it.

“Zara, Jed, Helen, and whatever boys are around, they’re never far from free grub. Capone, Tag, Preacher and his brood are coming that I know of. Grinder with his old lady, too.”

“Capone’s gonna be there?” She smiled feeling Hawk’s hand tighten on her hipbones and he bit the back of her neck. It was sheer will of the reincarnation of Samson’s ghost that stopped her from moaning.

The dirty thing started grinding her ass with slow rolls of his groin and didn’t he just try to inch his hand under the shirt and between her legs, coasting a long finger down her inner thigh edging towards where she was soaked and aching.

Oh, god. It felt good. Gia’s brain checked out.

“The fuck, squirt?” Rebuked her brother. “You’re not going near Capone. Don’t even think about it. He’s too old for you.”

She burst out laughing. Capone was younger than Hawk. Oops. At least both her boys had the same way of thinking on something. “I never said I was, relax, grandpa. I’ll see you later.”

Hawk spun her around and bared his teeth. “No, little bit.”

She smiled up at him, toying with the ends of his wet hair. They’d shared a great shower.

“What?”

“Capone.”

“Relax. I can only handle one badass biker at a time. Are you going to this cookout?” He kissed the tip of her nose, moved her out of the way and finished making her coffee. “Dunno. Why didn’t you mention you were looking at offices?”

“Two just became available, I only received the email from the realtor last night and as you know I was too busy with a grouchy guy to tell you about it. My home office works fine for right now, but I’d like a space for when I get actual clients again.”

“I’ll come with you. Don’t want some yuppy jumpstart ripping you off.” He said.

He was so protective it made her belly flip.

Without warning, he grabbed and deposited her on top of her table. “Now you’ve had your coffee…”

“I had a sip, Hawk. A single sip!”

“As I said.” The feral, hungry look in his eyes sent hotness pooling low.

 “Give me something to keep me going today while I’m working under a shitty engine with oil dripping on me,” his tone dropped to husky as he dragged a kiss along the length of her throat. He’d folded her down on the table and she prayed the thing was strong enough. Legs around his waist she listened to the sexy sound of his zipper lowering and then he was there at her entrance. “Fuck. This is the kinda dripping I want, Gia. This sweet-begging pussy soaking me.” Oh, dear Jesus. There was nothing sexier than her man taking his throbbing cock in his hand and stroking it base to drenched tip while he watched her through lust-drunk eyes.

“Why can’t you be this unfiltered with everything?” She asked widening her legs on his slim hips. He hitched her ass up, ground down, burying in one thrust.

“Because there’s nothing more I like talking about than your pussy. Feeling it hug me fucking tight like a strangle hold. Wanting that burn as I push in ‘cause it’s too tight and I feel like you wanna push me out, knowing it’s me who makes you cream your pleasure.”

She panted. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. “I don’t want to push you out. Oh, god. There. Right there.” Table sex was the best, oh fuck. Because Hawk was tall it put him at the right height for maximum depth without him having to break his back. Fingers clawed her hips holding her steady and then he just dug in making her cry out.

She made sure he felt every inch of beauty in their filthiness. He could deny his own emotions all he wanted, but as Hawk slammed into her, thrusting as deep as her tight body could take, she made it known how much she enjoyed it, begged for it, made him hear her cries of pleasure. He could deny all he wanted that they were wrong for each other, but an orgasm didn’t lie. The shattering of her inner walls squeezing his thick cock wasn’t telling untruths as she let go and whimpered his name.

He might be filthy, as he claimed. But he was her filthy. And no one, Hawk included, was taking that away from her. “Again. More.” She demanded, grabbing him around the back of his neck, hauling him down over her, watching the surprise etch on his beautiful face before she took his mouth, hungrily, wet and sloppy, suffocating him in her love. “Ten years, Hawk. Fill me up with new memories.”

He yanked her up, fingers biting into her hips, only to jerk her down. It was just as filling as the first devastating thrust and when Gia threw her head back with a keening cry so saturated in pleasure she felt Hawk’s mouth on the base of her throat. Sucking hard. Branding her with all his body inside and out. The muscles inside of her clenched to keep her from floating away.

“God damn.” He groaned using her hips to jack himself off was about the hottest thing she’d ever experienced in her life.

“Keep going.” She whined. Their foreheads met, breaths mingled. “Fuck. I love this, Gia.” He rasped working her hard, his cock pistoned and scraped every ridge and vein against her much-used inner tissues causing explosion within her. “This body, being inside it, you letting me inside it, fuck, Gia. It’s fucking perfect.”

His nostrils flared, and he threw himself into fucking her. His thrusts became ragged and disjointed, sending Gia’s body into a tailspin of pure sensation.

“No matter how many times I jack into you, you’re always this tight. My little bit feels fucking amazing.”

Too soon it was over, their climaxes detonating at the same time. Too soon he was coming hard, masking his grunt in his throat, like he didn’t dare utter a sound of enjoyment, so he could scowl at her afterward for his weakness. He’d given her more of himself last night and this morning than ever before and she was holding on to every word.

She’d crawl into all his secrets just as soon as he trusted her enough and show him her loyalty.

To love Hawk was to love every damaged part of him and she wasn’t about to hand him back now.

Keeping her legs locked around him, even as he sagged, his warm breath brushing her throat, she fluttered her insides, milking every drop of pleasure out of him and was rewarded when he gave a fresh thrust and grunt combo.

God, she loved his body.

The heaviness of it. The strong muscles bunching and releasing. The smooth skin that tasted like salt and man. She kissed her tattoo.

“I love you, Colton.”

He was made for her.

He resisted at first, but she was good at countering his complaints, and when he relented and let the hand on the back of his neck pull him down to meet her mouth Gia didn’t celebrate by hollering as she wanted, the victory felt massive, it pounded a heartbeat in her belly as she nuzzled his lips.

The table was doing a stellar job of holding them up.

With her last puffs of air, she said. “You give me so much pleasure, baby. I think we should do that again.”

His taste was a drug and she was addicted, going back for more, she had his tongue in her mouth before he could reply.

Her body wanted sex and wanted it now.

Hawk stepped his huge body back an inch, sweat glistening on his chest, breathing as hard as she was. The look in his eyes caused belly butterflies to turn manic. He really was a magnificent sight, particularly when he was into their lovemaking as much as she was. Taking his cock in his hand she rose up on her elbows to watch him tug from base to leaking tip until he was fully hard again in seconds.

With his free hand he pulled her to the very edge of the table. “Not letting you fall,” he said and fed his length back between her legs.

Gia’s eyes rolled with pleasure, her neck fell forward.

“You worked up, little bit?” One long stroke from her clit downwards, he dragged his cock and made her shudder. “Hawk. God. Yes.” It was never enough. Her body could honestly do with a break, she was sore and tender, swollen and achy, but the want never quit. “I need this big body.” Hawk grunted that sexy noise she was used to now as he took her mouth savagely, licking her tongue and teeth and then with a hand lifting her butt he impaled her in seconds, and swallowed her keening cry.

It was always a shot of electricity to her mid-section to have him sunk inside her.

She tightened her inner muscles, braced her hands behind her and nearly blushed to death when he told her in his sex-roughened voice, his eyes down between them.

“Drop your knees and open up. I need to watch us fuck.”

Offering her mouth at the same time she let her knees fall open, Gia smiled coyly up at her man.

It was the perfect way to begin the day.

And it was how they started the next four days.