Page 11 of Filthy Love

All her hormones were barking as she tried hard not to sweep her eyes over the veins and dusting of light hair on his forearms.

This was true arousal, she thought. This was chemistry at its basest form.

Raw and unfettered and crawling across the floor to the object of her sexual longing.

Swallowing hard, it was only her dad’s voice that diverted her attention and when she looked up into his face, he was stony. His eyes bounced behind her and Hawk.

“Ready?”

“Yeah. Take my keys, I won’t be a minute.” She told him.

“Why?” His brow furrowed. “Where are you goin’?”

“I saw Hawk, Ambrosio’s friend from Colorado over there. I just wanted to say hi for a quick minute.”

For once she just wanted her dad to not do his overbearing father thing and question her. But he got that look on his face, the one that said he was about to get real mad, real quietly.

“What in the good fuck do you wanna talk to the likes of him for?” He questioned in a hushed snarl.

Gia rolled her eyes. “You do remember your grandchild, yes? Ambrosio’s daughter? I wanted to ask him how she was.” Though she knew, Gia was in constant contact with Zara in a group text app and she’d already been twice to visit the gorgeous princess. Once right after Harper was born and then again at the beginning of spring. Being so far from her niece was the reason she’d put great thought into relocating so she could be a bigger part in her life. It wasn’t as though Ambrosio would ever come back to Texas, not while he was head of his own MC plus the state of his relationship with their dad kept the pair far apart.

Nothing to do with Hawk living in Colorado, a pointed voice whispered.

“Hmm.” Ajax retorted. She saw by his eyes he didn’t believe her excuse. “Don’t take too long, I’m starvin’.” He took her keys, gave an ugly stare she wondered about towards Hawk and then strode off.

******

No one approached Hawk usually.

She didn’t seem to have that problem swishing her hips, her eyes focused and smiling like she could give a fuck he was glaring even as his blood turned to cold slop in his veins. Terrified of her growing closer.Look at her so brave,he thought.

Hawk was never prepared to be this close to Gia, no matter how much he thought he could handle it, it still fisted his gut. Up close he saw every fleck of color in her eyes. There was enough sharp wit in her tongue for her face to already be slipping into a grin even before she said anything. She’d tease, he knew that, and was braced for the sweetness of her tone. Gia was about the smartest person he knew, but she had the humor of a teenage boy.

Gia was unforgettable, and he’d tried countless times to wash her from his brain. She’d grown into an incredible woman and he wondered not for the first time why some idiot hadn’t married her yet.

He could get lost in her eyes if he weakened for a second. He couldn’t, wouldn’t. He’d been compelled in her innocence, intelligence and tenacious energy for life when she was little more than jailbait and him too fucking old to be looking that way at his friend’s sister.

Lust and irritation tag-teamed inside his head, boiling his blood, making him sound gruffer than he intended.

And he was fully-fucking-erect before she’d even opened her gorgeous mouth.

When she leaned back like that, popping her hips out naturally, he had all kinds of thoughts that made his palms sweat. Thoughts of grabbing onto those narrow hips and—shut up, shut up, shut up. Too late, that train left the station, filling his revolting brain with vile thoughts of getting her off in all the ways he could think of, using his mouth, his fingers, his dirty dick, he wanted it all until there was no more come in her. His mind was a hazard zone, a no-go area for her, but he seemed to have lost that memo because all locks flung open and let in the filth.

Dick hurting.

More guilt.

There it was. Tickling the back of his fucking throat. That batshit crazy need to quench his thirst in her over and over until he was dead. She got within miles of him and that was all he could ever think about. An itch. A pull. A fucking magnetic enticement to the one woman he couldn’t have.

The savage possession at no time altered. If anything, it was as fucking monstrous as him. It lingered and clung to his skin making Hawk think things he had no business thinking about. He already knew if he allowed himself to fall and sink into her she’d be the best pussy he’d ever had.

She’s a fully-grown woman now,a voice all slick like a horny motherfucker whispered.No longer an innocent baby, take her, fuck her, fill her up, plant your nastiness in her.

******

Here goes nothing.One by one her nerve endings started to hum the closer she got to being in the same breathing space of Hawk.

Gia was not afraid of confrontation of any kind, good or bad. This felt so much different.

---