Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cara
Poor Wheelie. He has it bad for Sofia. I wish she’d do the right thing and kick Tigger’s ass out and hook up with Wheelie. She looks miserable except when she looks at him. I bet they were together. I hope they were. I know Hawk will be pissed if he even knows what I’m thinking, but I’ve got to talk to her and set her straight. She has to dump her asshole. Pronto.
“Babe, can you hand me the bottle of Jack in the cupboard by the sink?” Hawk broke through her thoughts.
“Sure.” She bent down and took out the bottle of whiskey and handed it to him.
“I tried making your pizzelles and they came out too thick and tough. Yours are like clouds of goodness. What did I do wrong?” Clotille said as she picked up one of the cookies and nibbled on it.
“Pour the batter until it is half full in the pizzelle maker. It took me a long time to master it. My grandmother’s pizzelles were the best. Mine are getting there, but they’re still not like hers even though I use her recipe.”
“I think they’re delicious. Maybe you can come over one day after the holidays and I’ll make them while you’re there so you can guide me.”
“That sounds good.” Cara stacked more cookies on the platter. “How’s everything going with Andrew?”
“Better. We’ve got a ways to go, but he hasn’t skipped any more school since he began therapy, and he and Rock seem to interact better. They seem to listen before arguing. Believe me… that’s a huge step.”
“I’m glad. He doesn’t scowl as much.” Cara poured some sweet dessert wine into glasses. “I love dunking these in wine.” She picked up an almond-studded biscotti and dipped it into her wine glass.
“I’ll have to try that. And who are you talking about? Andrew or Rock? Both of them scowl.” Clotille laughed and picked up one of the crunchy cookies and dipped it into her glass.
“Good point. I think one of the prerequisites of becoming an Insurgent is that you have to scowl.” She laughed. “I was talking about Andrew. He seems less brooding.”
“He is. He’s a good boy. Hard-headed and macho like his dad, but he’ll grow up to be a wonderful man. Just like his father.” She glanced at Rock and smiled warmly when he looked back at her.
“So did Evan just ditch his wife?” Baylee asked as she came over to the dessert table.
“That’s what they’re saying. Joseph told me that after that night when he took Harley and Braxton, he just disappeared,” Addie said.
“And Torey told me they think he was behind the break-in and fire at the Brighter Lives building. She said they can’t prove anything, but the whole thing just seems really strange.” Cherri picked up a brownie bite and popped it into her mouth. She handed a sugar cookie to Paisley.
“The really weird thing is that there hasn’t been anything in the paper about any homes being broken into by the Crazed Grinch. I mean, you’d think the past few days would be prime time for the whack job. It makes you wonder if Evan was involved in it. I just can’t believe he was the one who snatched your kids. Why the hell did he do it?” Baylee asked, pouring carbonated water into her glass.
“He’s a fuckin’ psycho. It’s a good thing he left town. Throttle was ready to go over and beat his ass,” Kimber said.
Cara watched the brothers as the ladies spoke and they didn’t comment or offer any funny quips, they just hunched together, their faces serious, their jaws locked. In that instant, she knew Evan would never snatch another child.
As the night grew darker, Addie picked up a yawning Hope and hugged her close. “We better head out,” she said to Cara. “This one’s dead tired. She’ll be up early tomorrow to see what Santa brought her, won’t you, sweetie.” Hope nodded and rested her head in the crook of Addie’s neck.
“We should go too. James has overloaded on sugar and he needs to calm down before he goes to bed. As always, it was a wonderful Christmas Eve, Cara,” Clotille said.
Banger came over with a sleeping Harley in his arms. “It’s time we go, woman.” Belle nodded and slid off the stool.
Emily came over and held out her hands. “I can take Harley.” Banger handed him over to her and went over to Ethan.
“How’re things going, Emily?” Addie asked.
“Good. I got a job at the pet store. I love working with the animals.”
“And she’s enrolled to take a few classes at Pinewood Springs Community College,” Belle added, her face beaming.
“I went there. I really liked it. They have some good profs,” Kimber added.
“I’m excited but scared. I’ll be working fulltime so I can only take a few classes. I’ll see how it goes.”
“You’ll do great,” Kylie said as she leaned over and snatched a lemon bar. “It’s so much fun to learn new things. What’re you interested in?”
“Animals. I’d love to be a veterinarian. Maybe a vet tech to start. You know… small steps.” Harley stirred in her arms. “Do you want to go out to lunch next week? I’d love to get some pointers from you about college.”
Kylie bobbed her head. “Totally. What about next Monday?”
“Sounds good. Let’s go somewhere the club doesn’t own.” Emily smiled.
“Getting tired of barbecue and burgers?” Kylie laughed. “No problem. I’ll Facebook you and we can decide where we want to go.” She jumped when Jerry came up behind her.
“Ready to go, baby?” he asked and she nodded.
Cara loved watching Jerry and Kylie together; the young couple had fought hard for their love and relationship. “Are you guys going over to Banger’s for Christmas?”
“Yes. Dad wanted us to spend the night, but we want to open one gift tonight.”
“I can’t wait for you to open mine,” Jerry replied, and the women chortled. “Let’s get going.”
“How’re you doing, babe?” Hawk asked as he curled his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “You’re so soft.”
“I’m pretty beat. Did you put Isa to bed?”
“I did that an hour ago. She was sleeping while I changed her. She was so damn tired.” He laughed then kissed her neck. “I can’t wait to put you to bed.”
She placed her hands on his. “Do you want me to be naughty or nice?”
“Fuckin’ filthy,” he whispered as his teeth grazed her ear.
Shivers tingled through her. His presence, his scent, his touch made her feel like she was going to melt. Everything about him ignited deep feelings of love and lust inside her.
“It was a lovely party. We had a good time as always. Thank you,” Baylee said as Axe helped her with her coat.
“Dude,” Axe said to Hawk, bumping fists with him.
“I’m so glad you and Tigger could make it,” Cara said to Sofia, hugging her warmly. “We’re planning a birthday lunch for Belle in two weeks. You have to come.”
Sofia glanced at Tigger who narrowed his eyes. “She’ll let you know. She’s got a lot of things to do in the house.”
“She’s an old lady and needs to be at my woman’s birthday lunch,” Banger said. He looked at Cara. “Sofia will be there.”
Tigger nodded. “Yeah. Of course. I thought you meant tomorrow.”
What an idiot. Kudos Banger. “I’ll put you down. I can pick you up or Cherri can if you don’t want to drive.” The asshole doesn’t let her drive anywhere without him. Drop his ass, Sofia!
Sofia looked at Tigger. “Thanks, but my husband will take me.”
When Tigger nodded his approval at her, Cara wanted to kick him in the balls in the worst way.
“We had fun. Merry Christmas,” Sofia said. Tigger walked out and Sofia followed, but for a split second, she paused, looked over her shoulder, and threw a warm smile at Wheelie. “Merry Christmas,” she mouthed, and then she took Tigger’s hand and walked down the porch steps.
Cara watched Wheelie from her peripheral vision as he stared out the front door, watching Sofia as she slid into the car and drove away into the snowy darkness. He looked like he’d just lost his best friend, and her heart went out to him.
“Do you want to come with us tomorrow to my aunt Teresa’s house?” she asked.
Surprise flashed across his face. “Thanks, but I’m going to the club and hang out with the brothers. The club women will make dinner. Have you seen Rags? We drove over together. He’s crashing at my place tonight.”
Cara clapped her hands. “I’m so glad you won’t be alone tonight.” Wheelie gave her a funny look and ambled toward the kitchen.
“What the hell was that all about?” Hawk asked, closing the front door.
“What do you mean?” Cara tried to brush past him, but he grabbed her arm.
“Cara, stop thinking what I know is in your mind. Leave Wheelie alone. Leave Sofia alone. And definitely leave Tigger alone. Don’t get involved with any of it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just asked one of your single friends if he wanted to share Christmas with us. I wouldn’t call that getting involved. I’d call it being nice and thoughtful.”
“Don’t act so innocent. Remember how you were obsessed with hooking Banger up?”
“And it worked. He and Belle are very happy. What’s your point?”
Hawk scrubbed his face. “Just stay out of it. Anyway, Tigger’s a brother and if Wheelie crosses the line, he’s out of the Insurgents. I doubt he’d give up the brotherhood. Loyalty runs deep for us.”
“I know. Stop getting all bent out of shape.” Cara turned away and plastered on a huge smile. “Rags, Wheelie, I’m going to pack up some food for you.” She scurried into the kitchen, giggling softly as she pictured Hawk’s scowling face.
As she closed the front door, she heard Hawk’s heavy footsteps on the stairway. She looked over and saw him carrying a sleepy Braxton and a deep, warm love spread through her. After switching off all the lights and setting the alarm, she went upstairs to their bedroom. She grabbed the red teddy with all the ribbons and cut-outs that Hawk had given her for Valentine’s Day a couple of years before and went into the bathroom.
When he came into the bedroom, he closed the door and looked intensely at her, the glow from the fire shining on them. He glanced at the lampshades covered in red scarves and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She held the sheet under her chin and watched him, mesmerized by the way his hard muscles flexed with every move. Looking at his deep V, she licked her lips, knowing where it led. Still holding her gaze, he kicked off his boots and then unzipped his jeans. Stepping out of them, he paused and her eyes fixed on the pulsing hard bulge in his boxers. With deliberate movements, he tugged them down, his erection springing out, pointing at her.
“Come over here,” he rasped.
“What if I don’t?” she breathed.
“I’ll come and get you, and I won’t be gentle.”
A long pulsing quiver ran through her. “Then come and get me.”
Hunger shone in his eyes as he walked slowly to her, and each step made her shiver in anticipation. When he reached her, he tangled his fist in her hair, yanking her head back. He dipped his head and took her mouth in a deep, wet, claiming kiss. The sheet fell away as she circled her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. All thoughts slipped from her mind and there was only sensation, sizzling sensation. Steamy, like the sweltering heat of July. They were kissing fast, hard, deep, and frantic. Cara put her hand on Hawk’s face, loving the roughness of his day-old shave. He rubbed his face against hers—sweeping the cheeks, the nose, nuzzling the ear, finishing with feathery kisses on the forehead. Her passion ignited and gripped her.
“You’re so sexy. I’m on fire, honey,” she whispered, pressing even closer to him.
He pushed back and his gaze devoured her. “Fuck, you look tempting.” He reached out and took the satin ribbon tied over her tit between his fingers. “I can’t wait to unwrap you, babe,” he leaned in again and kissed her hard, gliding his hand under her ass and squeezing it.
His scorching tongue heated the skin on her throat, the swell of her breasts, dipping down into her cleavage before he took the end of one of the ribbons between his teeth and pulled it, revealing a hard rosy bud.
Desire burned in his eyes. “Luscious.” He untied the other ribbon, revealing the other bud. He rolled her pink nipples, and she squirmed. “So fuckin’ delicious,” he said hoarsely. Bending his head down, he licked her hard nipples while he squeezing her tits.
She arched her back and let out a moan. “That feels so good, honey,” she said in a soft voice as she pulled the tie out of his hair. Spilling down over his shoulders, the ends of his hair tickled her skin.
Slowly, his hand inched down to the last ribbon on her teddy. She held her breath as he ran his fingers over the satin fabric, touching her inner thighs, and running his fingers back over the ribbon. Her sex throbbed like crazy and she pivoted her hips so she could rub against his hand. He chuckled, his hot breath ghosting over her breasts, and then he pulled one of her reddened nipples into his mouth.
He kept teasing her until she thought she’d go mad, and, at last, he tugged at the ribbon, and she spread her legs wide. Hawk’s fingers curled between her legs, slipping in. She bucked and groaned. Still feasting on her tits, he pushed in and out of her vigorously until she cried out, her voice bouncing off the walls, her body blasting off into a cloud of euphoria.
“Hawk,” she murmured as pleasure coated every inch of her.
He swept his tongue over her clit and she jumped at the touch. Dragging his tongue up over her, he met her lips and kissed her deeply. “Did you like that, babe?”
“It was so good. I can’t believe how fast I came.” She pulled him down next to her and placed her head on his shoulder. Enveloped in his arms, happiness, desire, and love washed over her like a wave of warmth. Every inch of her was saturated with love and pleasure. Hawk was the anchor in her life, he’d shown her how to love and trust again, and he’d given her two beautiful children. He was her everything and she was his. They were connected together in a way she’d never thought would’ve been possible with a man.
She glided her hand down his smooth chest and chuckled when she grasped his erection. “I need to do something about this.”
“Yeah,” he rasped.
“Would you like to feel my tongue around your dick before you shove it into my warm mouth?”
“Fuck, babe.” He pinched her nipple.
“Let’s get on the floor. There’s a whole lot more I want you to do to me.”
“Damn, woman.” Hawk grasped her arms and jerked her on top of him, his hand pulling her hair. He kissed her roughly. “I love you, babe.”
“Me too. Merry Christmas. We have about six hours until Braxton rushes downstairs to see what Santa brought him.”
“Let’s make every minute count.”
She rolled off him and he helped her up. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her hand around his hard dick and looked up at him. With his eyes locked on hers, she moved her mouth closer to him.
That night she’d be his sexy wildcat, his wicked vixen, and the following day, she’d be the proper wife and mother at Christmas dinner. Tenderness spread through her as she saw desire and love shining in his eyes. I’ll love him until I die.
She opened her mouth and slowly took her husband inside.
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