Page 123 of Filthy Love

“I’m fucking fine,” he growled. “Christ, Rider, we don’t always gotta be in fucking touch with our feelings, for fucks sake. Having an old lady has turned you into a damn pussy.”

He wanted Rider to climb off his bike and crack Hawk’s skull against the concrete floor. Anything was better than the look in his buddy’s eyes.

Rider didn’t do anything but lean his forearms against the handlebars. Calm and collected. Watchful. “You’re acting like you’re on the fuckin’ rag, brother. You gotta get away for a few days?”

Fuck. Fuck. That was code for Rider thought he was being an unstable asshole and maybe he ought to go out of town for a few days, fuck pussy until he was dry, drink liquor until he couldn’t walk, smoke a few dozen pipes and maybe cause damage to someone’s face. Anything to get him back level again.

Rider didn’t even know the half of it.

He’d never done any of those fucking things. When he’d gone out of town it was to Texas to be like a fucking predator to spy on Gia.

“I’m out.” He said between clenched teeth.

“Don’t make me pull fuckin’ rank on your ass, Hawk.” Rider said, looking like he was gonna get off his bike. Maybe he could throw down with his prez, have Rider bust his face and a few bones.

He swallowed around the fire of bile in his throat.

“I’m fucking fine, dad. Gonna get some pussy if you don’t have objections. Don’t wait up.”

With a hard rev of the Harley engine, the pipes rumbling like a tank under him, the vibrations traveled from his legs right up to his brain, he roared off down the street.

Only one destination in mind.

Knowing he was gonna use Gia for sex in the same way he’d used bitches over the years as a mood stabilizer made him feel sick to his stomach. But the moment she opened the door with her face flushed and her mouth dropping open with a surprised O shape he didn’t feel so bad when he grabbed her up around the armpits, kicked the door closed and attached her sweet fucking lips letting her flavor tame the monster as only she could.

Getting with the program instantly and thank fucking god for that, she wrapped her legs, popped her hips when he skimmed his wanting hands down into the knee length shorts without unfastening them first and finger-fucked her into the fastest orgasm he’d ever witnessed.

“God. Hi.” She whimper-laughed into his mouth doing her own attacking on his tongue.

She soaked his hand.

It made the monster inside his head snarl with satisfaction.

When he was making her come he didn’t have room to think about anything else. Couldn’t let the past creep in any cracks. It was all about Gia.

She was his woman to undo. His woman to make soft and pliable.

His woman to fuck against the hallway table and that’s what he did.

There's no telling who dove in first, only their kiss became desperate real damn fast.

Hawk angled his head down and ate her alive.

“I need to give you one fuck of an orgasm.” He rasped. “Ready to let a disreputable man inside you? Widen your legs so I can see where I want to fuck you.”

With a rough series of tugs, he finally freed his pants. His arms felt like rubber.She tried to give him a heart attack with her legs squeezing his internal muscles.

Perfection. She was his in those frantic hallway seconds.All fucking his.

“Sweet, beautiful girl.” He husked sucking on her lower lip.

Hawk had no good thoughts left in his mind.

Her mouth was everywhere on his neck, fingers rough in his hair. Her fucking pelvis jerking against his dick fast enough to make him see pops of light.

“A filthy man is about to slide all your sweet-tasting pussy juices down on his cock. Hold onto me tight, Gia.”

“Please. Yes, Oh,Please.” She begged sweetly.

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