Page 125 of Filthy Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“Sometimes you get more than you bargained for…like being someone’s dirty secret.” - Gia

The past few days with Hawk had felt more like a fairytale than her real humdrum life. When she’d proposed they spend time together, and then switched it up to being friends, never in her wildest and dirtiest dreams would she have imagined it would end up with her in bed with him, repeatedly.

She’d dreamed it, sure. She loved the obstinate biker after all, every scowl of his, so he’d always featured heavily in her fantasises over the years when she allowed her Hawk fascination back into her mind for a short while. But to assume it would ever become a reality, not so much. Who waits ten years to approach the woman they want?

Hawk apparently.

He was a breed of man all by himself. Like a relaxed caveman who liked his meat to come to him.

While she’d come to know him to be one of those alphahole-personalities, protective and caring underneath all his gruff and bluster, at least with her, it was Gia who was the driving force with the emotions. Would she have gotten this far without pushing him a little?

He was just a man with his own speed limit, nothing to worry about even if he did scowl like a professional in hopes of scaring her away. He was just a normal man, he put his pants on one leg at a time just like the rest of humans,ha, who was she kidding. He probably scowled, and the denim just slithered onto his legs with fright.

She held herself in giddy check while she unglued her dry tongue from the ceiling of her mouth as she watched him stride in from the front entryway of the Renegade Souls clubhouse. Her body fine-tuned to his frequency began humming on a low boil until everything from clit to eyebrows was aching for him to change direction and to put his grease heavy hands all over her.

Dressed in dark gray overalls bunched around his waist to reveal a grease smeared, ribbed white tank shirt and all those muscles on display, he looked so damn good it was hard to work her brain cells, what with them all melting at once.

Oh-my-god, she thought, his shoulders were ridiculously wide, and she knew now how they felt under her lips. Sharp and toned. His hair caught up in a tail at the back of his head, his beard was longer than it had been in Texas but still clipped to his face.

Since Zara was the office manager and around the club most of the time, and Harper was attached to her mama’s boob, it was a no brainer to meet her sister in law there.

It might also have something to do with seeing Hawk as well.

And when his eyes skidded over to her she swore she felt branded by those blues. He didn’t smile, but she felt his warmth nonetheless. She grinned and mouthedHito him. It was unavoidable to miss the feminine shrieks of Hawk's name when he continued his stride through the MC and a horde (it was three) of women came running over to him.

Gia felt her blood begin to boil with jealousy that they had the right to run over to greet him.

So, did she!

Their faces radiated both happiness and lust. They made sure not to approach Hawk too closely, she noticed, didn't try to touch him or god forbid try to hug him, but each woman hovered closely and didn't that bite through Gia's stomach lining.

Not used to feeling jealousy over any man she was involved with, since she never attached to them in the romantic sense because no previous boyfriend had the gravitational pull on her heart Hawk did.

The gust of violence witnessing their adoring, lusty fawning billowed up into her throat and if not for Zara coming out of the back rooms to distract her then Gia might have gone full banshee and did something she'd be embarrassed over later.

Without giving the women or Hawk a second glance, her spine straight she made her way over to her sister in law.

But her peripheral was on her man dismissing the woman with a grunt and a side step. She noticed he looked over again and she willed him to come her way, to claim her in the way that bikers did. Or at least come give her a kiss. This hiding baloney was ridiculous, and she didn’t know why she couldn’t tell Rider she was dating his friend.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Zara said hugging her before handing over Harper.

“Me too. I couldn’t wait to see this little one again.” Blowing raspberries on Harper’s belly, the baby giggled pouring happiness into Gia’s chest.

“Oh, yeah. Harp’s is a good reason,” snickered Zara in a hushed whisper, “but what I really am dying to know is; what the hell happened with Hawk the other day when I left your place?”

Gia almost swallowed her tongue turning startled eyes on the other woman. Zara was so damn gorgeous and tiny and just overall the perfect woman for her brother, she’d loved her instantly as both a friend and her brother’s significant other. And now that Grace Kelly wasn’t so easily accessible for their girl talks Gia was going to need a squad here in Armado.

“Well…” she bit her lip and chanced a look over at the man in question. He was sat at the bar gulping a glass of water, but his gaze was solely on her. For someone who didn’t want anyone to know he was warming her bed he sure was not discreet in eye-fucking her.

A ripple of hot awareness rolled through her stomach.

Zara must have followed Gia’s gaze because she exclaimed. “Oh my god…”

“We’re sort of seeing each other, but you can’t tell Ambrosio, Zara. I mean it, he can’t know yet. You know how he gets about who I date. And it’s Hawk … so, yeah.”

“Oh. My. God.” And then Zara honest to god squealed right there in the middle of the MC clapping her hands. “I knew it. I knew it.”

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