47. Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Hawk packed a bag and loaded the storage containers into the back seat of his truck. Each time I tried to protest that I couldn’t possibly move back in with him, he simply smirked and continued with what he was doing.
I watched as he jogged into Tank’s house while I sat in the truck. He seemed to have some kind of plan, and he looked awfully smug about it.
I chewed on the tip of my thumb while I waited. My brain was a mess. Everything inside me told me this would be an excellent solution. His house was quiet so I could study—and sleep—and it was only about fifteen minutes from campus.
The only part of me that thought this was a bad idea was my heart. Because it belonged to Hawk Gentry. I needed to set some ground rules to keep it from being broken.
The man I was in love with climbed back into the truck and handed me a small black device with a USB on one end. “Plug this into your laptop. The program will load automatically.”
“What is it?” I asked, inspecting the tiny thing. It was completely unremarkable looking .
“It’s a watchdog program, similar to what schools use to monitor what students are doing on the school computers. This one is completely untraceable though. Tank developed it himself.”
“I’ve heard of that. It’s to make sure the kids aren’t watching porn,” I said with a laugh, and he nodded as he pulled out onto the road.
“Exactly. I have another one that we’re going to install on that bitch’s computer, and then we’re going to have a little bit of fun.” He reached over and took my hand. “I’m going to teach her a lesson about fucking with my girl.”
My girl . God, I loved hearing that though I knew he didn’t mean it literally.
Did he?
“Okay, babe. It’s go time,” Hawk announced as we sat at a café on campus, tucked into a booth in the back.
“What do we do?” I whispered.
While Starla and Donner were at dinner, he’d installed the watchdog program on her laptop and then placed a stapler with a tiny camera embedded in it on the bookshelf, facing toward Starla’s bed so we could watch her reactions.
She’d just settled cross-legged on her bed with her computer in her lap, and her stupid boyfriend was laid out beside her and appeared to be sleeping. The fucker.
“Whatever you type will pop up in a little box on her screen. Why don’t you just say hello. ”
I typed: Good evening, Starla.
Hawk’s phone was propped up beside my laptop and showed a clear image of her, transmitted from the wireless camera. Her eyes narrowed.
“I told you she’s taking hacking classes, right? Are you sure she won’t be able to find the thingy you put on her computer?”
He shook his head. “Trust me. The CIA couldn’t find the… thingy.” His lips crooked up on one side. “Tank is the best.”
After a pause, Starla typed back: Who is this?
Giggling, I added another message: Starlaaaaaaa!
We saw her mouth, “What the fuck?” before her fingers began moving rapidly across the keyboard. Her scowl deepened with each passing second. She was obviously looking for the source of the pop up box.
Hawk slid my laptop in front of himself and flashed me an evil grin. “Let me show you how to really fuck with someone.”
He typed: Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.
“Oooh, you are good,” I hissed.
My roommate’s eyes almost popped out of her head before they shifted from side to side like she wanted to look behind her but was too scared.
Then Hawk added a series of messages: Not that you’d be able to see me.
But can you feel me?
I know you can.
I can feel you.
“Hawk, that’s diabolical,” I crowed gleefully, watching as Starla slammed the lid of her laptop down and scrambled off the bed, looking at it like it was a snake. Her head whipped side to side, searching thin air before she poked Donner to wake him up.
“Dammit, I wish I’d put a camera with audio,” Hawk lamented. “I’d love to hear this.”
After listening to Starla for a minute, Donner sat up, rolled his eyes, and opened the computer.
Hawk chuckled and typed: Hello, Blitzen.
“Oh my god,” I giggled. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
Donner frowned and messaged back: Fuck you.
Hawk’s grin was pure evil as his fingers moved across the keys.
Maybe I’ll fuck you later. Would you like that?
The idiot on-screen reared his head back in shock, as the man next to me continued.
Starla couldn’t see me. Can you?
The reply came quickly: Who the fuck is this?
Hawk pounded out: Your worst fucking nightmare. I’m just to your right. Can you hear what I’m whispering in your ear?
Donner frantically swatted at his ear like he could actually feel something there, and I was almost doubled over with laughter.
“Ooh, I have an idea,” I said, taking the laptop back and formulating a message: Not everyone can see me, Rudolph. Men with small penises aren’t able to visualize me.
Hawk laughed and gave me a high five as Donner closed the computer and stuffed it underneath the bed.
“Good one, Bee. If you still want to mess with her once you’re gone, you can continue to use this program until she freaks out and buys another computer. ”
I lifted my coffee cup, and my favorite person in the world did the same, clinking it with mine as I said, “To fucking with the fuckers.”
“Hear, hear, Bee. Now finish your drink so we can get ready for Phase Two.”
I still had no idea what Phase Two consisted of, but Phase One had been such a satisfying success, I was looking forward to whatever it was.
We entered my dorm room to find Donner and Starla—still obviously rattled—arguing over what to do with the “haunted” laptop. They froze as we entered, eyes widening when they saw Hawk in all his enormous glory. The man seemed to take up all the space in the room.
“I’m beat, baby. You ready for bed?” he asked me, ignoring the gawkers.
“Sure,” I said, pulling some pajamas from my drawer.
“Who is he?” Starla demanded, and I shrugged noncommittally.
“This is Hawk. He’s staying with me for a while.”
Her lips tightened into an angry slash across her face… until Hawk took his shirt off, putting his delicious muscles and tats on full display. Donner looked like a child compared to him.
Then, with absolutely no shame, he dropped his pants, leaving him in only a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs that flaunted his very impressive bulge. Starla was openly staring.
I’d unfortunately seen Donner’s dick several times, and to be honest, it was nothing to write home about. I assumed all of Starla’s sex screaming was done just to annoy me. So I wasn’t surprised she seemed to be hypnotized by Hawk’s package.
Donner looked like he’d drunk a gallon of bleach.
“Go get dressed, Mal,” Hawk said, patting me on the bottom, and my love for this man multiplied tenfold. I scurried into the tiny bathroom and finally let myself giggle quietly.
When I returned in my pajamas, he was sitting on my bed and rummaging through his black leather backpack. He stood and gestured for me to lie down closest to the wall, and I did. This was going to be a tight-as-hell fit.
Then, like he owned the damn place, Hawk strode over and turned off the overhead lights, drenching the room in darkness and earning him a spluttered protest from the assholes across the room.
“It’s after eleven. Lights out,” he announced gruffly before lying down beside me, facing the other bed. His big warm body was right up against mine, and I wrapped an arm around his waist, afraid he was going to topple off the small bed.
Five minutes later, the lamp beside Starla’s bed came on, and I knew what was coming next. The same thing that happened every night in this room. Peeking over Hawk’s broad shoulder I saw Donner sitting sideways across the bed with his back against the wall. Naked of course. Ewwww.
I closed my eyes as Starla mounted him. I’d seen this show before, and it didn’t turn me on at all. Hawk’s shoulder tensed beneath me as the couple started up their nightly routine. Then his low voice cut through the room.
“Cut that shit out. There are other people in the room. ”
“Fuck you, man. Leave if you don’t like it,” Donner replied, and my mouth dropped into a little O. I was shocked at his bravado. Dude had no idea who he was fucking with.
Hawk’s arm moved, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Is he getting something out of his backpack? What is it?
I peered over his huge body just in time to see something fly through the air. A short-handled ax thunked into the wall less than an inch from Donner’s head. What the actual fuck?
The asshole screamed like a little bitch. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”
Hawk’s hand was back in his backpack, and this time it came out with a wicked looking knife. “I told you to cut that shit out. The next one is going into your balls. Admittedly, they don’t make for a very big target, but then again, I can slice the ear off a fly from fifty feet. I think I can handle it.”
Laughing silently against his shoulder, I whispered, “Do flies even have ears?” I felt Hawk’s body shake with his own amusement as the couple across from us scrambled apart, and the lamp was doused.
The room was silent for about thirty minutes, aside from quiet, rushed whispers from the idiots. Then the lamp came back on, and the TV started at full blast. Jesus, every fucking night, it’s the same thing.
Hawk waited a full minute before sighing and rising from the bed. I pushed up on one elbow to watch. He crossed the tiny space in one stride, snatched the remote from Starla, and turned the television off.
“I was watching that,” she protested, and he responded by taking the remote in both hands and snapping the thick device in half, dropping the shattered pieces onto the floor .
Donner—bless his stupid heart—stood from the bed and looked up at the huge man in front of him. Hawk had at least six inches on him and was almost twice as wide.
“Look, buddy, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but—”
His words were cut off when Hawk grabbed him by the throat and lifted him from the ground. After a few seconds, his face turned a spectacular shade of blue, and he grabbed ineffectively at the huge hand around his neck as his kicking legs dangled off the floor.
Hawk walked casually toward the door, holding Donner at arm’s length. “You ladies really should take out the trash every night before you go to bed. Otherwise, you’ll end up with unwanted pests.”
Then he opened the door and threw a very naked Donner into the hall before closing it with a resounding click. He leaned one arm against it and crossed one ankle over the other, the picture of cool-casual. In his underwear.
Banging ensued. “Let me in, you big motherfucker. You can’t—”
“I can, and I did. And are you sure you want me to open this door? I don’t think you’ll be pleased with what happens next.” He didn’t yell, but his voice held the kind of authority that would make a grown man shiver in his shoes. If he was wearing shoes. Or clothes, for that matter.
There was silence for a long while, and then Hawk pushed away from the door and came back to the small living space. Starla was equal parts afraid and outraged.
“How dare you! He was my guest!”
Hawk stepped into her, crowding her back against her bed as his deep voice went into full growly mode. “Shut your fucking mouth, or you’ll join him. Do I appear to be the kind of man who has reservations about putting his hand around a woman’s throat? Because I assure you, honey, I’m not.”
Oh my fucking hell. This has to be the hottest man on the planet.
Starla heaved in several gasping breaths, the fear outweighing the outrage, before plopping down onto her bed and covering her nude body with the covers.
Hawk calmly flicked off the lamp and returned to my bed. He still lay facing away from me, and I knew his training wouldn’t allow him to show his back to his enemy.
Reaching back, he patted my hip. “Good night, Little Bee. Sleep tight.”
And for the first time in a month, I did.