Page 44 of Hawke

“Dede,” I hissed and tried to stand her up, but she fell right on top of me again.

“The floor is moving! When did it start doing that?”

I rolled my eyes, picking her up behind her legs with one arm and the other around her back.

“Lookie! I get a ride! Wee!”

The girls who were tidying up the room had a good chuckle, smiling and waving at her. “Go get some Hawke tushie!” one woman yelled.

Delilah snorted, wrapping one arm around my neck while the other poked at my piercing. This woman was going to be the death of me.

As I got to the door, I was stopped by Bones, Bear, and Sizzle. They stared at my woman in my arms, who was babbling about wanting to pierce her own nipples, and my cock was growing hard by the second. I shuffled her to hide my growing problem; I didn’t need the rest of the club becoming jealous I could still sport an erection.

“Maybe we should take her back to her room,” Sizzle offered. I glared at him. He didn’t like women, and he certainly stayed away from Delilah when she came near. Was it because he liked her? Didn’t know how to handle her?

I growled low, and Delilah settled in my arms. “That was hot. Do it again,” she said breathlessly. “All you bikers and growling, it’s super hot, gets the juices flowing, if you know what I mean?” She tried to wink but closed both her eyes. “Too bad you guys don’t like women. Let me ask you though, are bikers normally gay?”

All three shifters gasped and stepped back. “You think we’re gay?” Bones asked, appalled. “Nothing against gays, just, you think we are?”

Delilah shrugged. “Well, we have a bunch of pretty ladies at the bar and none of you hit on them. Hawke won’t even kiss me.” She pouted.

Sizzle rolled his eyes and left, mumbling, “Just let him take her. Apparently, we are all gay now.”

Bones scratched the side of his face. “I don’t know. Anaki might swing both ways. Like I said, nothing wrong with that,” Bones said quickly.

“You mean you aren’t gay, Sizzle? You hate women,” she shouted to Sizzle.

He flipped her off.

“That’s so weird. If you aren’t gay then, do you just wank off in private? Do you only find yourselves sexy then? That’s a bit vain. Don’t you think that’s a bit vain, Hawke?”

My face flushed red, and I shook my head. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Bones and Bear stared at each other, their flustered expressions still plastered on their faces as we left. Once I got to Delilah’s spotless apartment, I laid her down on the bed.

“Thanks for not ratting me out,” I mumbled, tucking her into her warm bedding. She loved to be covered in an enormous amount of blankets, no matter how warm she kept her room. She curled right up into them, like her own little nest.

The longing to have her curled up in my nest with me was strong. But we just couldn’t be that way, not when I had my brothers to think about. If the council found out we were having relationships with humans, telling them what we were, it would be death for both species. They couldn’t give humans a memory erasing spell, it would be too harsh on their minds.

“I’d never,” Delilah said, snuggling deeper into the pillow. When I went to pull away, she grabbed me and pulled me closer. “But I do think you should give me a reward for that.”

Her eyes were hazy, her breath still smelling like sweet strawberries from her drink. I couldn’t think of anything better than to kiss those red-stained lips, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t let this happen again.

Locke’s warning was enough. I couldn’t put the rest of the club in danger because of my fascination with a human.

“We shouldn’t,” I told her. Her smile faded, and she pulled on my hand and rested it against her cheek.

“But it’s my birfday!” She said childishly. “If I want a kiss, then I should get–”

I covered her mouth with my hand, too worried that someone could walk past her window. But then she licked my hand. I pulled it away, and then she tried to nip at my finger.

“Woman, what is it with you and licking my hand?” I rubbed it down on my dark jeans, and she giggled.

“I’d bite you, but I’m trying to be nice. Now kiss.” She pointed to her lips.

Delilah had wanted nothing, always working hard to please the club and her friends. She never asked for anything, and the one thing she wanted… Would I deny her? So being the selfish fucker I was, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers.

Her hands roamed up my chest, feeling my pierced nipples and tugging them. My erection grew, our kissing becoming an entangled mess of passion as I pressed her into the pillows. She tasted so damned good, and my body pressed her into the mattress as I laid on top of her. The blankets kept us apart, but I could still feel the outline of her body.

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