Page 134 of Filthy Love

And how hungry he was to love someone.

To love her.Just let go, my lonely man, I’m right here.

“Maybe.” His head dipped. Gia grinned to herself.

“Then you don’t sound all that bad to me. It’s a good start.”

The thing with being in love with a guy who didn’t think much of himself was, he was the antidote to his own poison.

She was a trained psychologist deeply in love with an emotionally vacant screwed-up guy and she had no clue why yet, only she understood unquestionably, he meant it every time he called himself a monster. Maybe not her wisest choice, but the heart wanted what it wanted.

“No more talking,” Hawk demanded in his rough timber, he dragged her further on top of him, splitting her legs roughly, he positioned his hard cock at her entrance, Gia whimpered excited, her skin on fire.

Right when she was going to sink down and impale herself, his phone buzzed multiple times. “God fucking dammit!” He cursed grabbing it and barked a “What?” Gia swallowed back a giggle as his large hand covered her whole left boob. He squeezed, he petted, and he tormented her.

“It’ll have to wait, Prez.”

Ohh, shit. It was Rider.

Her eyes wide with shock. She’d been holding herself off his cock to tease him, the surprise of knowing her brother was on the end of the call while she was straddled naked on his VP had her sinking low and before she knew it she’d taken Hawk’s cock deep inside herself.

Shaking them both.

She slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan. Hawk’s hand moved from her boob down to grip her hip tightly to keep her from moving.

“Later, busy now. Yeah,right. Fuck,okay, Rider, Jesus, don’t you have, I don’t know, a fucking bed with your old lady to get to? It’ll keep. Later.” He hung up.

Her groan was one of need and amusement as she began to leisurely rock taking that massive length as deep as she could. “You’re not leaving.” She told him forcibly. She’d keep him between her legs if she had to.

“Not going anywhere,” he agreed fisting both hands on her hips helping to push them back to the perfect angle to slide him deeper. “Now ride the fuck out of me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“Brother-interruptus. Maybe the universe was telling us something.” – Gia

The same happened the next morning when Gia was standing in just a sleep shirt making coffee. Hawk kissing the back of her nape. He only wore unbuttoned jeans.

And Rider called her.

“Shit. Be quiet.” She swatted at the hands sliding under the shirt towards her boobs. He didn’t listen and by the time she’d squeaked a good morning to her brother Hawk was plastered to her back, digging his cock into her ass and sucking on her neck.

God, it felt amazing. She bumped him with her ass and he groaned. Loudly.

“You got company?” A suspicious Ambrosio asked her.

“No.” she squeaked a reply. “Radio is on in the background.”

Hawk chuffed air against her nape. She elbowed to shut up.

“You comin’ over Wednesday? We got a cookout going on.”

“Maybe.” A hand slid around to her belly and began drifting southwards. She stopped that naughty hand in its tracks before they gave her brother a phone call none of them would ever be able to forget. “I’m looking at a few office spaces.” She told him.

“Want me to come with you?”

Ass-shimmying the man behind her, she basked in his large paws holding her belly. “I’m good, thanks. Who all is gonna be there, Uncle Jed? Your boys?” She asked casually. Meaning would Hawk be there. He hadn’t mentioned it.

“Zara, Jed, Helen, and whatever boys are around, they’re never far from free grub. Capone, Tag, Preacher and his brood are coming that I know of. Grinder with his old lady, too.”

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