Hawke (31 page)

Hawke

Being numb wasn’t the answer.

Tyler.

Fuck, she grounded him;
she
was the answer.

He ran a bath for her that night, and together they sat in the large tub, her back resting against his chest as she ran her hands over the bubbles.

He thought to tell her about what happened with Gus. She knew he’d gone to take care of him, but she didn’t know that he’d handed him over to Abram instead. He was going to have to break that news to the entire fucking club who were already questioning his whereabouts, and fuck, that was one of the hardships being president again, wasn’t it? Dealing with the backlash that one of the members of the club had betrayed them.

Yeah, that shit could wait another day. He was determined not to ruin the moment he had with her. Not when he was aching to be inside her, filling her up with his seed.

Maybe he should tell her to put a stop to those birth control pills.

The thought of her belly round with his baby gave him satisfaction. It would be the ultimate marking, the caveman inside of him whispered.

“You ever thought about having kids?” he asked her as he ran kisses over her shoulders, eyes on her tits floating in the water. He wouldn’t last very long not taking her at this rate.

“Once or twice,” she answered, turning her flushed face to look at him. “But not for several years yet. I want to have some quality time with you first.”

“What would kids do to sabotage that?”

She laughed. “Oh, my God. You didn’t just ask me that.”

“I did.”

“It’s not that they would sabotage your day. I think they’d just fill it. Don’t you want to have your cock inside me more? Because you wouldn’t be able to take me half as much with a screaming toddler.”

That was true.

“Okay, I’ll ask you in a few years then,” he said.

She smiled so wide at him. “You’re so convinced you’ll still want me then.”

He smiled back and her expression gentled at the look of it. “Babe, I’ve wanted you since you were fucking fifteen, I just didn’t know it.”

Tyler’s eyes glistened and she swallowed thickly, about to turn her face away. He took her chin before she could and turned her back to him. He ran his fingers under her eyes, wiping away her happy tears that’d fallen.

His heart felt so heavy with her in his arms. He felt like he was capable of anything with that look in her eye as she took him in like she fucking revered him.

And he revered her too.

He adored Tyler, adored every single beautiful inch of her.

He used to think that was a problem. Like caring for someone to this extent was a weakness. But how could it be a weakness when he felt so much strength coming out of that love?

Still stroking her face, he leaned in and kissed her, his other hand already running down her breasts and smooth abdomen. Once he found her clit, she jerked in his tight grip and moaned, shutting her eyes as her breathing began to change.

He rubbed her slowly, slipping his finger inside her warmth as he went, taking his time to build her up. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he continued, sucking at her bare neck as he fingered her to orgasm. Her mouth opened, panting out loud as it tore through her so strong he felt her muscles tensing around him.

Shit, he could never get tired of this.

He immediately withdrew his finger and turned her around. Grabbing at his cock, he nudged it at her opening and thrust inside her before she knew what was happening. Her hands shot to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she gasped again.

Hawke thrust inside her a few times and water spilled from the top of the tub. The tight space was annoying. The fucking wave of water was even more annoying. He worked her slowly, his fingers digging into her hips as he brought her down on top of him.

It still wasn’t hard enough.

He wanted to go deeper, faster,
harder.

Still inside her, he stood up and led her out of the bathroom, leaving puddles on the floor, droplets of water falling all around them as he took her to his bed. Pulling out, he flopped her on her stomach and then brought her up on her knees. Running his hand down her spine and to the sexy curve of her ass, he rubbed himself against her folds, watching as she shook, fisting the sheets, waiting for him to take her.

He thought to fuck her from behind. A nice quick pounding to ease the two of them for an hour or so before he took her again.

Only…he wanted to see her face, wanted to go slow again just to watch her come undone.

“On your back, Ty,” he told her softly.

She crawled up the bed and then turned on her back, her naked wet body gleaming under the light. She looked divine.

She’s mine.

Mine.

He chanted that to himself, and it made him feel heady with pride that he had the sexiest woman he’d ever seen want him just as much.

He crawled in after her, kissing up her leg, along the curve of her hip, right above her belly button, between those gorgeous fucking breasts and then settling on her mouth.

She spread her legs for him, and he kissed her, doting on those succulent lips as he took her slowly, feeling the walls of her pussy squeeze around him as he went.

Unhurriedly, feeling every inch of himself filling her.

It drove her wild, the slowness.

Made her unusually needy.

“I’ll have to fuck you like this more often,” he promised her, chuckling in her mouth as she begged him not to step.

Her orgasm tore through her so strong, he barely needed to thrust as she squeezed his cock, making him come hard in her at the same time.

After an hour, he took her again, this time on her knees, pounding into her, drawing out more pleasure and leaving her limp in bed.

He should have stopped right there, but he didn’t. This want for her was insatiable. He was obsessed with making her come, so he took her again, this time with his mouth between her legs.

She was exhausted afterwards, her head resting on his chest as he drew circles over the insignia tattoo on her back.

Only Tyler could make that fucking tattoo look feminine.

“Hawke?” she let out, barely conscious.

“Yeah, babe,” he responded, shutting his eyes as well.

“Whose bed are you in?”

His mouth flinched upwards, his heart burst at the seams as he replied, “Yours, baby.”

Tyler

One year later…

We had a barbecue at Hawke’s mother’s house on my twenty-second birthday. Everyone was there, crowding her backyard and filling her home with noise after it’d been quiet and still for so long.

Since Hawke and I had come together, Adella had spent a ridiculous amount of time prodding us for a wedding, for grandchildren, for all the things I hadn’t even had time to think about for myself.

Hawke had asked me to marry him months ago when he’d taken me to a resort and we’d spent the entire time either in bed having sex, or out in the pool getting a tan. It wasn’t done in some romantic gesture. Hawke never got on his knee. He’d done something better: given me a wicked orgasm that had me collapsing on his chest and breathing harshly. He’d stroked my back and kissed me on the forehead before whispering, “Marry me.”

Of course I said yes, and I was rocking a gorgeous opal wedding ring, but a date hadn’t been set and I wasn’t really thinking of having a fancy wedding.

I wanted something small.

Something personal.

I wasn’t even sure I wanted any of the guys at the club to be there either.

In fact, I wasn’t even sure I wanted it to be legally done. In my heart I was married to him. Wasn’t that enough?

Hawke took me on many retreats over the year. It was always nice having time away from the club, from work, from the noise, and from constant obligations Hawke had to tend to.

He loved it though. His entire world was filled with purpose again. We’d gotten the money out of my hidden account and put it into the club. Hawke scaled back on their illegal activities, determined to run legit. It was a slow process, mostly because there were too many business partners dependent on the club’s supply, but Hawke was aiming to be clean in at least five years’ time, and by then, who knows? We could finally settle down, find a house and think about starting a family.

That wasn’t set in stone, though, and life was exciting that way. Never planning, never knowing.

We took things one day at a time.

And then everything had been made better when Borden showed up one afternoon and handed Hawke a folder. Hawke looked at him questionably before Borden explained, “It’s your new identity. Don’t fucking hate me for the name. There weren’t many options.”

Hawke hated him for the name.

Richard Cox.

That was the name he’d been given, and I ended up laughing for hours. Hector teased him relentlessly, even Jesse had something to say. “Isn’t Dick short for Richard? So you’re Dick Cox now, bro. Nicely done.”

That earned Jesse a punch across the face.

It was a totally legal identity though, and Borden had paid an absolute fortune for it, tapping into every source he had to make it happen for Hawke.

“I owe you,” Hawke had said, their bromance alive as ever as he gave him a hard pat on the back.

“No, now we’re even,” Borden replied. “For everything you’ve done for me.”

Borden had been invited to my birthday, but he hadn’t showed up. Which wasn’t a surprise. He had a family of his own, and I was secretly glad I didn’t have to be around him. He was a very scary asshole, and he still hadn’t warmed up to me.

“Your father would have been proud of you,” Adella told me, touching my arm lightly as she looked at Hawke across the backyard, sitting and staring off into thought, those wheels once again spinning. “He would have been proud of both of you.”

I smiled at her and swallowed back the emotion threatening to spill.

My father had been loyal to his brothers right to the end.

It meant everything when I learned that.

All the doubts I’d had washed away, and I knew wherever he was, he’d be happy that Hawke had kept to his word.

He had looked after me.

Killed men for me.

Loved me.

As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes found mine and he smiled softly, gesturing me to come to him.

I walked, never looking away, smiling back as I told him with my eyes rather than my lips, that I loved him too.

In the end, that was all that mattered.

THE END

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