Hawk impatiently shoved her shirt over her shoulders and down her arms until it fell free to the floor. Tugging at her loose bra straps, he tossed that aside, then stepped back and stared.

Fuck.

He should’ve grabbed her briefcase from the car and made her put on her glasses.

Next time.

He only recently met her but both times they’ve been together she was dressed as an uptight female attorney would be. Right now, just wearing her tight skirt, stockings and fuck-me heels, she didn’t look so uptight. She looked downright dick hardening, smoking hot.

He yanked at his erection, adjusting it to a more comfortable position in his jeans before circling her. Brushing her hair to the side, he studied her long, elegant neck. There was something about it that turned him the fuck on.

He was going to leave his mark on that perfect skin, too. And that mark was going to say: “Hawk was here. Back the fuck off. This is mine.”

When he ran a knuckle down her spine she visibly shivered. He could imagine that made her nipples pop out into hard peaks.

His mouth will be on them soon enough. Right now, he had to finish unwrapping the hot-as-fuck package that stood in front of him. He wanted his mouth on every inch of her body.

And that surprised the hell out of him.

Sex was sex. Normally, a woman was just a hole to bust a nut into, to get off, to drain his sac. Like his brother Diesel, he didn’t want to be tied down, have some woman clinging to him like she owned him, nagging his ass and wearing him down.

No fucking way. He liked his freedom and he was his own man. The back of his bike could remain empty forever for all he cared. He didn’t need some bitch dictating to him, rolling her eyes at him, bringing drama into his life.

That’s why either the sweet butts or Dawg’s girls, the strippers at Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s Club, were good in a pinch. Pop a nut, pull up your pants and show them the door.

This one, though...

Fuck...

He was actually having second thoughts about bringing her into his home, which is something he never did. Ever.

She wasn’t his normal fare. Not at all.

And that fucking kiss in the driveway... For fuck’s sake, it knocked the shit out of him. He had to be the one to pull free before he fell head first down that deep, dark abyss. A place where he’d have to claw his way back out of.

But now... she stood there, half dressed, tempting him. A tightness pulled at his chest.

Just a taste, he promised himself. Just a taste, and then she’ll run out the door after she gets what she wants from him, anyway. She’ll go home to her upper-class condo, or whatever, in her car that cost more than his house and wash him off her so she could continue on with her life like she hadn’t slummed it for a split second.

He had to remind himself that she won’t be hanging around, getting possessive and clingy. Nope. She was only here to scratch an itch, get some strange, and then get gone.

He could live with that.

That was what he preferred, anyway.

Yeah it was.

He snagged the tiny zipper at the back of her skirt between his thick fingers but couldn’t get a good grip on it. He grunted with impatience and then her hands were behind her back, slapping his out of the way, grabbing the narrow zipper tab with ease and lowering it until the skirt loosened around her hips. However, it fit so snugly it didn’t drop.

He decided to help it along and shoved it down. When it fell to the floor, he said, “Step out.”

She lifted one high-heeled foot, then the other and kicked the skirt out of the way.

His gaze roamed over her stockings and, fuck him, if he didn’t want to rub his dick all over them.

He contemplated on what to do with all that slippery material that encased her legs, whether to fuck her with them on, as well as her high heels, or to remove them so he could feel her skin against his.

That thought stopped him dead. Sometimes he didn’t do more than drop his jeans enough to get his dick out when he fucked one of the women who hung around church and offered themselves up like a Thanksgiving dinner plate.

Nope. But tonight he planned on some real skin to skin contact. He wanted her completely naked. And he wanted to be also. He needed to feel every line of her curves, every crease, every drop of sweat. He wanted to savor both the salty and the sweet taste of this woman.

He wanted the full experience.

A flash of panic swept through him. Was this how Zak felt when he first laid eyes on Sophie?

If so, he may very well be fucked.

He squeezed that thought out of his noggin, shoved his hands into the waistband of her stockings and pulled until they tore. He continued to shred them down her legs until he was kneeling at her feet, running his hands over her ankles.

He pulled off one of her heels then the other, throwing them over his shoulder.

Then it hit him, neither were saying a word. But he couldn’t miss her rapid, heavy breathing.

It wasn’t like he was having an easy time of it, either. His chest was rising and falling like he’d run a mile.

His head was about to explode. And not just the one attached to his neck, either.

He rose to his full height and circled her once more, his eyes not leaving one inch of her untouched.

She only wore black lace panties that matched her bra. They needed to go, too. But first...

He dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbed her hips and shoved his face against the front of her panties. He nuzzled her mound with his nose and inhaled her scent deeply. His dick kicked in his jeans wanting to be released, wanting some relief. But he needed to taste her first.

Pressing his mouth against her, the fabric became damp and clung to her pussy. He traced his tongue along the elastic that circled her thighs before tucking his fingers into the waistband and slowly tugging them down her hips and...

Fuck him.

That pussy not only smelled sweet, but when he licked along the small strip of hair and down her crease, he realized she tasted sweet, too. Suddenly, he couldn’t rip her panties down fast enough. They dropped to the floor and he grabbed her inner thighs making room for him to get his tongue in deeper. She almost lost her balance with his hurried actions and grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling.

He buried his face, slid two fingers along her pussy to open her up and sucked at her clit. Somehow through his foggy brain, he heard her say something or make a noise, whatever. He didn’t care. But he needed to get closer. Her standing wasn’t letting him do what he really wanted to do. Which was bury his face completely in her cunt. He growled in frustration and pulled away, gazing up her body.

Her head was tipped down and she was watching him, her unfocused eyes said it all. She was ready for him, she wanted him. No fucking doubt about it.

Even if it was only for the next hour or so. She was his for as long as she was in his house, in his room, in his bed.

So, he needed to take his time.

“Gotta get you on your back, babe, so I can eat your pussy good.”

“Okay,” escaped her on a breath.

With a grin, he pushed to his feet. Before dragging her over to the bed, she stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked down at her fingers wrapped around his forearm before looking back up to her face.

“Wait. You need to get undressed, too.”

That he did.

Then before he could do it himself, she was yanking his T-shirt out of his jeans and ripping it up his torso and over his head. She balled it up and threw it, then hesitated as she stared at his chest.

Yeah. Reality might be hitting her about now as she studied all of his tattoos. Her palm pressed against his pectoral muscle and she met his eyes. “That’s a lot of ink.”

“Yeah, babe, it is. It bother you?”

She shook her head as her gaze ran over his skin. “No... Do they all mean something?”

“Yeah. Most of ‘em.”

“Maybe one day you can tell me the story behind each one.”

Hawk’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath.

Maybe one day...

Fuck. She might be a clinger. Though, for some strange reason, he felt no dread at the thought.

So he pushed it aside. He certainly wasn’t a needs-to-explore-his-feelings type of guy.

They were there to fuck and that’s what they were going to do. All that other shit he could deal with later after he drained his balls dry.

“Gonna finish or do I gotta do it myself?”

She smiled and took a step back. She lifted her chin at him. “Go on. I want to watch.”

Fuck him. She wanted to watch him strip down. His cock kicked again against his zipper, which he quickly yanked down after unbuckling his belt and unfastening the top button.

He shoved his jeans down his thighs and he noticed her gaze followed his movements. Then her eye shot back to his in surprise.

“You don’t wear underwear?”

“Nope.”

“Damn,” she whispered as she stared as his erection which was long and hard, now bobbing free.

And, fuck him, when she licked her lips, he just about shot his load.

He finished removing his jeans and then quickly grabbed her arm to propel her over to his bed.

“Babe, so much I want to do to you right now. Don’t even know where to start.”

She climbed onto the bed and all the way to the headboard, settled on her ass, bent her knees while spreading her legs and said, “Start where you left off.”

He stared at what she just offered up to him. “Yeah. Think that’s a good idea.”

He followed her onto the bed to settle between her legs. He watched her run her fingers up and down her slit, teasing him.

After a moment, she opened her fingers to a V, showing him how shiny and pink her center was. “Bon appetit.”

“Fuck me,” he muttered and couldn’t help but grin before he buried his face against her.

And he enjoyed his meal. He stroked his tongue along her folds, fucked her with it, flicked at her clit, sucked it, and then finally, he shoved two fingers deep inside her.

Her hips jerked and she cried out. Curling them forward, he worked her until he felt it. She came so hard there was no mistaking it. He couldn’t wait to feel her convulse like that around his dick.

Even before she came down from her orgasm, he had hands wrapped around her ankles and was pulling her down the bed, shoving her knees up and driving deep.

Then he had to stop, close his eyes, and take a breath. The soft liquid heat surrounding his dick was just about his undoing.

It took him a moment before he realized she was wiggling like a wild cat underneath him. He thought it was because she was impatient for him to start moving, to start fucking her hard and deep to bring on another one of those intense orgasms.

But the words she kept repeating finally sank into his mushy brain.

“Hawk... condom...”

Fuck.

His heart skipped a beat. How could he forget shit like that?

“You need a condom.”

Problem was he didn’t keep any at the house and he already used the one he kept in his wallet before getting thrown in jail.

He opened his eyes and searched her face. “You on the pill?”

Her mouth opened, shut, then opened again. “What does that—”

“You on the pill?” he asked again, more forcefully this time.

“Yes, but—”

“We’re good.”

Before she could complain any further, he began to move, driving hard into her, rocking her body, her tits swaying. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, scraping the tip with his teeth.

Underneath him, she arched against him, tilting her hips to take his onslaught.

“Hawk...”

He lifted his head for a split second. “Yeah, babe, say my name.” Then dropped it to snag the other nipple with his mouth, sucking it as hard as he could.

“Hawk...”

Damn, his name on her lips made him want to thrust deeper, but he was hitting the end of her already. When she tightened her inner muscles around him, his pace hiccupped.

Holy fuck.

Now he was afraid this was going to end sooner than he planned. As his balls tightened, he slowed, closed his eyes and told himself he needed to keep his shit together. He couldn’t blow his load this quickly. Couldn’t do that and have her want to come back for more.

He released her nipple and blew out a breath. “For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled. He slowed to a stop and pressed his forehead to hers, mumbling, “Just need a sec.”

“Hawk...” Her saying his name with that husky voice of hers just made it even more difficult to keep himself under control.

“Fuck, babe. Gotta say, your shit is sweet. So fuckin’ sweet. Gotta understand I’m strugglin’ here a bit. Gotta say I love you sayin’ my name when I’m fuckin’ you, but need to quit for now. Just ‘til...”

Her nails clawed at his ass as she totally disregarded everything he just said. “Hawk, fuck me.”

“’Kay, but—”

“Just do it!”

Goddamn.

She wanted him to just do it, then it was going to get done. He ground his hips hard against her, and she hissed out a “yes.”

“Want me to just do it you’re gonna hafta keep up.”

“I’ll keep up. Go!” She slapped his ass. Hard.

He jerked at the stinging pain.

Jesus.

He wasn’t sure if her being bossy was turning him on or not. What the hell... he was just going to go for it. If she didn’t come then that was her problem now, he was trying to take care of her needs first, but—

“Let’s go!”

Damn.

He let go, giving it to her like she wanted, and the woman became a hellcat underneath him. Clawing at his ass, his back, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Screaming at him to fuck her harder and faster.

And damn if she didn’t come two more times, one right after the other. Each time her body rippled around him like a rock thrown into a pond. And that just drove him right to that dangerous edge.

He was right there. He grunted as he slammed her hard, her body moving up the bed with every thrust.

Finally, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her in place, curled his body over hers and made her come one more time before he threw in the towel. He couldn’t hold back any more and not combust.

With a shout, he emptied deep inside her and then struggled to keep from collapsing on top of her as his dick throbbed for a few more beats.

He stared down into her eyes and she stared back up at him, both panting, their skin slick with sweat. Her blue eyes widened and then she burst out laughing.

Laughing. What the fuck?

“What’s funny?”

Then she whacked him on the shoulder!

“Nothing.”

“Why’re you laughin’?”

“Because I didn’t realize how much I needed this until right this moment. I sooo needed this.”

As the tightness in his chest loosened, he reluctantly pulled out and fell heavily to her side. “Been a while for you?”

“No.”

Her abrupt but honest answer bothered him. He’d hoped she said yes, that she’d been going through a long, looong dry spell.

“Then what?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Just the stress of work, that’s all. It was nice to just let it all go.”

“Nice?”

She reached up and brushed her fingers over his mohawk, then traced one of the tribal tats he had on his scalp.

“Yes, nice.”

“Gonna damage my ego, babe.”

She smiled as her gaze ran over his face. “You know, you’re pretty handsome for a brute of a man.”

“No shit.”

“Those women are probably beating down your door.”

“I tell ‘em not to fight over me, there’s enough to share.”

“So you like more than one in your bed at a time?”

“Had this conversation already.”

“Yes, we did.”

“Am I just another notch on your bedpost?”

Was she?

She was the first woman he ever brought to his home. Which was why he didn’t keep wraps in the house. If he was going to fuck a woman in an actual bed, then it was in his room at church. Never here. He kept a drawer full of wraps at church. For good reason.

“Nope.”

“You’re just saying that so you get a shot at fucking me again before I leave.”

His mind started to spin. “When you plannin’ on leavin’?”

She shrugged. “When we’re done.”

And if we’re never done?

“We’re not done,” he confirmed.

“No,” she said softly. “Not yet. But eventually I have to get back to—”

Your life, he silently finished for her.

She sighed and then gave him a soft smile, lifted up onto her elbow and stared down into his face. “There’s another elephant in the room...”

“I’ll get my gun,” he muttered.

“I have to know... Do you use condoms with the rest of the women you’re with?”

“Always.”

“Oookay. But you didn’t with me. I have to admit that worries me, Hawk.”

“No worries. You’re covered.”

“Yes, but...”

He reached up, curled his hand around the back of her head and pulled her down until her forehead touched his. “No worries. Always use it with others. Keep my shit clean. No kids. No clap.”

She blinked. “Right.”

“Right,” he echoed, then kissed her long and hard until she was whimpering into his mouth, pressing herself against his side. Without letting her mouth go, he cupped her tit and rubbed his thumb across the tip.

He hooked his leg around her and rolled until she was on her back again. He trailed his tongue over her throat, then realized he forgot something he needed to do.

Lifting his weight off her, he told her, “Roll over.”

Without hesitation, she flipped onto her belly and he straddled her waist, pulled her hair away from the back of her neck and sank his teeth in hard.

She cried out, gripping a handful of sheet in each hand. He sucked her flesh, making sure there would be a mark left behind. Something to remember him by, but something she could hide when necessary.

If she was his woman, he’d make her get a tattoo of his name at the nape of her neck. Mark her as his permanently.

Finally, he released her and her hand automatically came back to touch the spot where he bit her.

“Like that?” he asked.

She looked over her shoulder at him, “Not at first, but then... Yes, it... I don’t know. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush. I... Damn. I’ve never been bitten like that before.”

“Bit me when I was fuckin’ you.”

“I did?”

“Babe... that wasn’t the only thing you did.” He twisted to show her his back. He couldn’t see the scratches but he could feel the burn where she clawed him. He just hoped his tats weren’t fucked up too badly.

Her eyes got wide and she sat up, pushing at his shoulder, but he couldn’t turn any more than he already was without getting off her.

“I’m so sorry. I... Wow, did I screw up those tattoos? They look like the patches on that...” she wrinkled her nose, “vest of yours.”

“Worth it if you fucked ‘em up. Crow’ll fix ‘em.”

“Crow?”

“Brother who slings ink.”

She nodded as if she understood what he just said. Which amused him a little, since he wasn’t sure if she did.

“Blood brother?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to clean those up for you?”

“Only if I get to fuck you in the shower.”

“I meant with alcohol and antibiotic ointment.”

“Then fuck no.”

“I’m really sorry about that.”

“Babe, like you leavin’ your marks on me like I left mine on you. Means the sex was good.”

“Does it?”

“Wasn’t it?”

“I’d have to give it two thumbs up.” She gave him a double thumbs up to prove it.

He smiled with satisfaction. “Gotta give me a few so I can give you a repeat performance.”

She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Speaking of brothers, I’d ask you how you and your brother got your unique names, but I met your father. Is Ace his real name?”

He shook his head. “Andrew. Though surprised Doc didn’t name ‘im Ace from the get-go.”

“Doc’s his father?”

“Yeah.”

“Was he a biker, too?”

Fuck yeah, his granddad was a biker. One of the originals. “Built this club from the ground up, babe. Him an’ Bear were the founders. Buddies in ‘Nam. Got out, settled here. Set up shop. Both survived the war an’ then Bear got killed on American soil.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that. How did that happen?”

“Warriors an’ Angels have had a beef for a long time, babe.”

“Warriors?”

“Shadow Warriors,” he clarified.

“The bikers you got into a fight with at the pub?”

He grunted. “Same ones.”

“How long has this been going on?”

A long fucking time. “Since before I was born.”

“Damn,” she whispered. “Is it ever going to end?”

He lifted a heavy shoulder. “Dunno, babe. Maybe when the last of the Warriors are gone. Or the last of DAMC.”

“Gone?”

“Dead an’ buried.”

“Oh. Is it that bad?”

“Ain’t good. Try to rise above it but those motherfuckers keep pullin’ us back in. No escapin’ it.”

“Is your grandfather still alive?”

“Sorta.”

She arched one of her brows his direction. “What does that mean?”

“Can’t say doin’ life in the joint is actually livin’.” Wasn’t that the fucking truth.

Her eyes got wide. “He’s serving life?”

“Yeah.”

“For what?”

“For evenin’ up the score.”

She frowned. “Eye for an eye?”

“Could say that.”

“So, for every action there’s a reaction.”

“Could say that, too.”

She sighed. “It’ll never end then.”

“Probably not. As long as they’re around an’ they keep takin’ cheap shots, we ain’t gonna just let that shit go.”

“Well, you could.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Babe.”

“Rise above it.”

“Can’t rise above when Z did ten years for shit when they set ‘im up. Can’t rise above when they almost snagged his ol’ lady. Not sure what would’ve happened if they’d been successful.”

“They tried to kidnap someone?”

“Yeah. Broad daylight. Middle of town. Z standin’ right there with his woman.”

“Oh good lord,” she mumbled.

“Destroyed one of the nicest bikes I’ve ever seen. Yanked Jag’s custom sled down the street with a chain ‘til it was nothin’ but scrap metal. Still hasn’t recovered.”

“He hasn’t recovered just from a motorcycle being trashed?”

“Babe, Jag sunk two years of work an’ forty large ones into that sled. Ain’t no ‘just’ about it.”

She nodded quietly. Hawk wondered if forty grand was a drop in the bucket for her.

“’Nough talkin’. Time for me to leave a mark on your ass like I did your neck.”

Though she smiled, her answer was, “No.”

“Wasn’t askin’, babe.”

“Hawk,” she breathed

“Say ‘Hawk, fuck me.’”

She swallowed hard enough that he could see it. Then she said in a low, husky voice, “Hawk... fuck me.”

With a growl, he tackled her. When she squealed loudly and laughed, it shot right to his dick.

He was ready to get down and dirty once again.