Page 146 of Filthy Love

“Need you.” He growled, and he watched her face soften. “Guide me inside you.”

And then in the closeted garage, on top of his bike he fucked his little bit of a thing. Her cries soothed his angry soul and tamed the monster.

She was his.

She belonged only tohim.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

“Me and my man.” - Gia. AKA Oh-my-god, I’m dating Colton Hawk!

Going out to dinner with Hawk became an odd, nerve tingling, belly warming event. What with Hawk collecting her from home, riding her to the Italian restaurant on the back of his bike, holding her hand without her slipping it into his first. And being attentive as she’d never seen him before with conversation and then to cap off her night when she’d reached for her wallet he’d given her such a manly grunt, his eyebrows twitching under his mane of hair, moving her hand from the check like she’d offended him.

She wasn’t a woman who needed a man to pay for everything, she never expected it. She liked to think she was equal regarding treating her special person to a meal.

Only, Hawk had other ideas, after he’d thrown down some notes and took her hand again, he had her on the back of his bike strapping on the helmet gently under her chin before he spoke and when he did, the noise did something funny to her heart.

“You’re in my world now, Gia. And before now it wasn’t something I wanted to participate in. How my boys go out of their way to look after their old lady’s, to make them happy, protect them was like watching some alien show I couldn’t grasp. Thought they were all whipped by the pussy. They make it their duty to provide to all her needs and I never got it. Until now.”

She’d known this and yet surprise had her barely breathing.

“So that’s where I’m at. You can call me old fashioned, a chauvinistic pig. It amounts to the same thing. I’m a biker. A deviant one at that. You want something, I’m your man to provide it for you. ‘Cause what you might not realize yet since you’ve been busy chasing my ass to ground.” She smiled shyly at that and fingered his beard, leading him in so she could kiss him. “Is that when you put yourself in my world, this is how it’s gonna go. So, you can bitch at me all you want and complain you’re a modern woman who pays her own way. Still gonna happen the same so you’re gonna have to learn to accept it how it is ‘cause out of the two of us I’m the one unable to change and you know that. I’ll try to compromise anything else, so for your own good get on board real damn fast and understand that I need to take care of you in every way possible.”

Hawk’s concentrated gaze crawled over her face, washing her in heat wherever it touched.

I guess that told me, she smiled and grabbed his mouth and in three seconds Hawk took over the kissing. Growling he prowled into her mouth with his tongue like he knew he was welcome, holding the back of her head they kissed like teenagers right there on the curb for all the world to see this was her man.

Her man!

“So, I just have to say I want something, and genie biker will provide, hm?” She tested, running her fingers through his beard, over the warmth of his soft lips.

Another grunt.

“A Lamborghini. And a private jet, for starters.”

She leaned in for a second kiss, grinning as she did, when he asked. “What color?”

Her brows pinched. “Color?”

“For your Lamborghini.”

Gia burst out laughing because he looked so earnest.

How her heart flipped over.

“Just take me home and fuck me, Hawk, you were already getting laid tonight.”

And that’s what they did. Right in the hallway, with Gia spread against the console table. And then in the shower up against the wet tiled wall and twice more during the night with Hawk’s insatiable mouth rousing her from sleep.

She woke deliciously achy and smiling to know he’d stayed the night curled around her back as the big spoon. She flipped onto her back and found the palest of blues on her face.

Now, being a woman, she had a fair portion of vanity, so she did a quick hair check with the brush of a hand, found it to be nest-like. Ah, well, what was she gonna do, he’d already seen her now.

“Good morning,” her voice scratched. “It’s still early, why are you awake?”

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He’d woke wanting her.

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