Page 136 of Filthy Love

Keeping her legs locked around him, even as he sagged, his warm breath brushing her throat, she fluttered her insides, milking every drop of pleasure out of him and was rewarded when he gave a fresh thrust and grunt combo.

God, she loved his body.

The heaviness of it. The strong muscles bunching and releasing. The smooth skin that tasted like salt and man. She kissed her tattoo.

“I love you, Colton.”

He was made for her.

He resisted at first, but she was good at countering his complaints, and when he relented and let the hand on the back of his neck pull him down to meet her mouth Gia didn’t celebrate by hollering as she wanted, the victory felt massive, it pounded a heartbeat in her belly as she nuzzled his lips.

The table was doing a stellar job of holding them up.

With her last puffs of air, she said. “You give me so much pleasure, baby. I think we should do that again.”

His taste was a drug and she was addicted, going back for more, she had his tongue in her mouth before he could reply.

Her body wanted sex and wanted it now.

Hawk stepped his huge body back an inch, sweat glistening on his chest, breathing as hard as she was. The look in his eyes caused belly butterflies to turn manic. He really was a magnificent sight, particularly when he was into their lovemaking as much as she was. Taking his cock in his hand she rose up on her elbows to watch him tug from base to leaking tip until he was fully hard again in seconds.

With his free hand he pulled her to the very edge of the table. “Not letting you fall,” he said and fed his length back between her legs.

Gia’s eyes rolled with pleasure, her neck fell forward.

“You worked up, little bit?” One long stroke from her clit downwards, he dragged his cock and made her shudder. “Hawk. God.Yes.” It was never enough. Her body could honestly do with a break, she was sore and tender, swollen and achy, but the want never quit. “I need this big body.” Hawk grunted that sexy noise she was used to now as he took her mouth savagely, licking her tongue and teeth and then with a hand lifting her butt he impaled her in seconds, and swallowed her keening cry.

It was always a shot of electricity to her mid-section to have him sunk inside her.

She tightened her inner muscles, braced her hands behind her and nearly blushed to death when he told her in his sex-roughened voice, his eyes down between them.

“Drop your knees and open up. I need to watch us fuck.”

Offering her mouth at the same time she let her knees fall open, Gia smiled coyly up at her man.

It was the perfect way to begin the day.

And it was how they started the next four days.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“My name is Rider Marinos. You fucked my sister. Prepare to die…” - The Prez

The irony of what he was doing didn’t side-step Hawk that night when he climbed off his Harley and pulled on his skull adorned leather gloves. The leather was old and worn in places but fit his fingers like a second skin with enough grip to control his bike gears and to have enough traction that when he choked a motherfucker that same motherfucker couldn’t slip through his hands.

Zipping his coat to the chin, he steepled his fingers together making sure the gloves were on good and tight as he waited for Lawless to do the same.

His brother in arms pulled on a black skull cap and rolled his neck.

They hadn’t talked much since their fight, but that wasn’t unusual, Hawk wasn’t a talker.

And they had a job to do.

He’d gone from fucking Gia on all fours just hours ago on her home office floor, making her tell him all kinds of dirty things from her good-girl mouth while he pounded orgasms out of her, to now, walking towards violence.

After bringing dinner knowing she’d had a long day already with her online clients whining their little fucking heads off, she’d been sweet and addicting and he’d walked out of her house on a fucking high, climbed on his bike and met up with Lawless to do what they did best together; murdering.

The streets were dark and eerily quiet and not two blocks away the unmarked SUV the club used for moving bodies would be parked already with the prospect behind the wheel waiting for his signal to collect their damage.

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