Hawk
“Listen.”
Croy’s voice draws my eyes away from my phone.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing.” He looks over this shoulder and watches Tessa crawl up on the chair and reach for the high-end bottles on the first shelf. It’s faint, but I can hear him moan. He turns back around and looks at me. “You can’t be coming and going from Tessa’s life.”
I knew this fucker’s play from the moment I laid eyes on him. Friend my ass. He may be larger than I am, but you know the saying. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s been months since she’s needed me to grab Sam, and when she does finally ask, it’s because she said you went back home. Now, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but Tessa doesn’t need that shit. Neither does Sam.”
“Don’t tell me what the fuck my woman needs.”
He laughs, looking over his shoulder to where Tessa is cleaning the liquor bottles then back to me. “Your woman? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You’re shit, man. Some fucked up biker boy. There’s no way that she’s your woman. She’s got too much class, for the likes of you.” He moves to push his finger into my chest, but I grab it and squeeze before he gets a chance to.
“What’s going on?”
I let go of his hand, flinging it away. When Tessa sees the interaction, her brows knit together, and her lips purse. Her chestnut tresses hang down her back in soft curls. I can’t help myself, so I grab her by the wrist and pull her to me. I drop a kiss on the side of her head. “Croy’s just watching out.”
“Yeah, no reason for anyone to believe they can use you to get their rocks off whenever they’re in town.”
“Croy!” She tries to take a step towards him, but I tighten my grip. The fact that she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that I’m disabling her movement makes my heart fucking swell.
He throws his hands up in defeat. “Like he said, I’m just watching out.” He shrugs before he turns and leaves the same way he came. “I’ve got shit to do, T,” he yells over his shoulder. “I’m outta here. Make sure to lock up tight.”
I watch him leave the bar before I turn my attention to her. “Hey.” I brush her hair behind her ears. I can feel the smile tug at my lips, and I don’t give a shit. I’m fucking happy to see her and to have her close enough to touch.
“Did I tell you that I missed you?” She bites her plump bottom lip.
Those lips are driving me fucking crazy. I pull her body closer, flush with mine and bury my nose in her hair. “Yeah, you did. And I’ve missed you,” I growl which only makes her laugh.
She wraps her arms around my torso and gives me a long squeeze. “Everything okay?”
I pull away. “You mean back home?”
She rolls her eyes and pushes out of my hold, making her way back to the bar, “It’s not my home anymore, Hawk. We’ve been over this.” She flings a towel over her shoulder.
I open my mouth to object, but I’m speechless when I watch her retreat. The skirt hugs her ass then falls right below her cheeks. Her ass is perfectly outlined in the soft cotton. I’ve always loved her ass. Growing up, one of my favorite past times was walking behind her and Sienna so that I could watch her hips sway back and forth. Now that she’s older, and she’s had Sam, her ass is fucking unstoppable.
I continue to stare since no one is here to tell me otherwise. She’s going to be the death of me. “Tessa?”
“Hmm?” she hums as she slides under the wooden bar top.
“That uniform isn’t an everyday thing, right? Because if it is, I think maybe you’ll need to get a bigger size.”
She turns around and narrows her eyes at me. “Are you calling me fat?”
“Hell no. But that ass, baby. It’s, like, too perfect in that skirt. I’m gonna need to take up real estate at the bar if you continue to wear it.”
“Hmm, now that sounds interesting.”