Chapter 18
Hawk
Fucking hell. Yes, she was pretty. Yes, she had a perfect body.
Yes, her pussy was as delicious as I suspected.
And yes, she felt so fucking good. But what the fuck?
I’d had plenty of women. All pretty, all nice bodies, and honestly, they all felt good.
So why the fuck did she feel the way she did?
Why did she feel like she was made for me? Why did I enjoy her so much?
It wasn’t even anything special. We fucked on the basement couch. But it was different. I’d be a hypocrite to say her not being a virgin was a problem, but I did intend to fully make her forget anyone else had been inside of her. But why did I care?
Something about her made me feel like an animal. I fucking rubbed my jizz all over her… after I came inside of her. I hadn’t taken anyone raw in years and learned my lesson on that quick. She didn’t end up pregnant, but the scare was enough to have me wrap up from there on out.
But I didn’t think twice about stopping to sheath up with her. I wanted to feel her. I knew I missed a big step in the normal process and I didn’t care. She’s my wife. If you can’t fuck your wife raw, what’s the point?
Still, maybe we should talk about that now that the rush of it all settled. I’d helped her get dressed and once I did, we went upstairs and I made her a glass of water. She was coming out of the bathroom and I was standing in my bedroom looking at the bare mattress.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “I decided to clean.”
“That’s alright, but they were just changed before I left to get you.”
She ran her fingers through her silky blonde hair. “Truth? I was upset and wanted to wash your smell off them.”
My chest tightened. I didn’t like that feeling.
Still, I stepped closer, grabbing her and pulling her against me.
“Well, now you know the truth. If you have something to say, say it to me. And no more tears over me.” Tears meant big feelings.
We didn’t need that. But there was nothing wrong with us enjoying each other.
“Okay.”
I knew this would be tricky. Women were emotional creatures and she wasn’t a bunny. But she wasn’t new to a similar lifestyle. Not wanting to deal with all that now, I switched into the simplest issue.
“About the condom,” I started, but she put her hand up.
“I’m on the pill. I think we’re okay. And not that you want to know, but I have been tested and am all clear.”
I gripped her hair, tilting her face up. Goddamn she was so pretty, and when I pulled her hair that way, she always parted those rosy lips. “Why are you on the pill?” She’d admitted she wasn’t a virgin but not by much, so why the fuck would she need that?
She chuckled. It was curious how she never seemed afraid of me.
“I’ve known since I was young that I’d be married off and that it would be a quick ordeal.
I know there’s expectations of children but I figured I could at least settle into my role before that.
So, when I went to be tested after the last time.
” She paused, a slight tilt to her head. “I decided to be proactive.”
Her explanation tampered the possessive beast within me. I also didn’t want to discuss kids right now so I switched the conversation back to the other shit. “I’m clean, too. But I don’t usually do that.”
She smirked as one of her brows cocked high.
“I don’t usually have unprotected sex, I mean. But I’m good.” Dropping my face closer, brushing my lips over hers I said, “And I’m glad to know I can keep fucking you like that.”
She pulled me down, not waiting for me. Her kisses were deep and sensual, her tiny hands moving over my chest. My cock stirred in my pants, but she needed a break.
“Alright, alright. Will you eat now?” I asked, still gripping her hair.
“Huh?” she asked, her brows pinching and her lips pouting.
“You didn’t eat earlier. You need to. And I have work to do.
” In all honesty, I didn’t have anything pressing, but I needed some space.
I could just keep kissing her, but that probably wasn’t the best idea.
I did have shit to figure out, visit the dance club, and plans to make as far as our next move to discover Pa’s killer.
But there were no new leads, so it wasn’t an immediate need.
“Okay. But I need to finish the laundry first.”
Pulling her closer, I tugged on her hair again. She seemed to like that. I’d have to remember that for later. “You do. Because we’ll have both of our scents on it later, and from here on out.”
“I hope so,” she whispered, her lips parted and her eyes gazing at mine.
My mouth went to hers like a magnet. His lips were so soft. I kissed her hard, once again giving myself a chubby. But when her stomach growled, I pulled away.
Her eyes were wide and she cringed while holding her stomach. “Oh God, how embarrassing.”
Running my fingers through her hair, I told her, “You need to eat.” I gave her a peck. “I’ll be at the clubhouse for a while but have to run some errands in a bit. You good?”
She nodded. “Yep. I’ll fix the bed and maybe unpack what I brought. Do you know when the rest of my things will arrive?”
They were supposed to be at our holding site tonight or in the morning, and even though I wasn’t worried about her, we still had to go through her stuff. “Not sure, but you’ll know as soon as they are. In the meantime, anything you need, tell me or Ma and you’ll have it shortly.”
“Thanks. I think I’m okay for a few days. I’ll see you later then, maybe?”
Grinning, I said, “Oh yeah. Eat well and rest. You’re gonna need it.”
Her cheeks had a small tint of pink to them before she walked from the room and down the hall to the laundry room. It wasn’t big, a closet almost, with just enough space for the washer and dryer and a little walking room. I did all my own laundry because I didn’t want bunnies in the house.
Heading back outside, I lit a smoke and leisurely walked back to the clubhouse. It was only midday now, so it was quiet and slow.
Once I was done with my smoke, I headed inside and went back to my office. I had notes scribbled down in several notebooks, and some pages pinned to the corkboard on the wall.
Some days I spent hours staring at that wall, trying to connect the dots. Pulling one of the notebooks closer, I scribbled down Martinelli? then ripped it off and pinned it on the board near Romero’s page.
After staring at the pages with my arms crossed for a few moments, I plopped into the chair and turned, staring up at it again.
So many clues, but how did they string together? Turning and pulling my notebook over, I jotted down the few details I knew from Keys about the Martinelli family, which so far wasn’t much: mafia, worked with Romero, possible trafficking, trying to partner with Petrov, wanted my wife.
My fist tightened. Rage soared through my veins like lava flowing just prior to an eruption.
She’s mine.
Staring down at the last line I’d written, I shook my head.
I couldn’t let this distract me. She’s my wife, and she did belong to me now, but I couldn’t fly off the handle over her.
There’s too much at stake. This was exactly why I’d decided against an Old Lady.
The end game here was to find and destroy the ones responsible for Pops, and hopefully eliminate the threat of the trafficking ring for everyone that was or could be affected.
I had to remind myself this was an arrangement, one that secured us for a long time. Standing, I pinned the papers under Martinelli’s name, then texted Rooster to meet me outside
A trip to Destiny’s Desire’s was long overdue and I needed some wind therapy.
After locking my office, I headed outside, lighting a smoke as soon as the door opened.
Georgia was humid as fuck, and Pops himself had the clubhouse erected a few years back.
Everyone smoked inside for a while before Ma lost her shit because the walls looked like they were bleeding rust, so somehow she banned smoking inside.
Growing up with her, I was a neat freak, so when I saw how much cleaning went into the walls, the tables, even the windows from the smoke, I understood, but still never got why Pops gave in. He loved her hard, but he was in charge.
Walking toward my Harley, I paused. I’d left my desk in shambles.
Fuck.
She really had me by the balls.
“Hey,” a feminine voice called.
Turning, I grinned at the sight of my Kitty Kat. “Hey,” I answered, blowing smoke before flicking the butt away. “You get settled?”
She shoved her hands in her back pockets, nodding. “Yeah, and got the bed back together. Did you see Lacy inside?”
“Just passed her, but she may be in the kitchen. Sugar’s at the bar and she can help you, too.
” Sugar had been around a few years. She was a good one, but got possessive a few times, and never ended well.
She never did over me, but I’d always made it clear I wouldn’t put up with that shit because it was nothing more than fun.
Still, she was loyal and pulled her weight around the clubhouse, far more than some of the bunnies.
“Okay, well, see you later I guess,” she said before turning and heading inside.
My fingers itched, wanting to grab her, but that was exactly why I needed to turn and leave.