Page 149 of Filthy Love

Only now there was Gia and she was the goddamn sunshine in a blazing heatwave and he found himself wanting to please her with all things, not only physical.

She made him talk a lot. Words fell off his fucking tongue like a lapdog eager for her approving smile.

He took Snake for a few more rounds until the Sergeant in Arms tapped out.

Just as well since his heart stuttered a second later.

“Don’t you boys look like you’re having fun,” announced the sweetest angelic voice, making Hawk spin around to see Gia in goddamn leggings shaping to her body smiling up at him.

Holy fuck. The dirty thoughts piled into his brain and dried up his useless tongue.

“Fun? He near killed me.” Laughed Snake jumping out of the ring to grab a water bottle.

“That can’t be right, he’s a big ol’ bear.” Her eyes twinkled at him. “You’re not playing nice, Colton?”

“He asked me to rough him up.”

Snake guffawed around a mouthful of water. “Tell that to my no longer working lungs.”

He’d been without her too long and he wanted an up close and personal look at those leggings, so after shucking the cloth wrapped around his hands, he beckoned her near and he leaned over the top rope, clutched her under the armpits and lifted her over, making her squeal.

Without taking his gaze from Gia’s beaming face when she situated herself almost within touching distance of his chest, he reached out and offered a fist for Snake to bump. “Thanks for the spar, Snake.” Then he made himself disappear.

“Capone not around today?”

“No,” sharp, dark eyes narrowed on her. “Why?”

“Because he and I are having a wild, passionate affair, of course.” Teasing. She was teasing him. Hawk called off his dogs.

A finger stole over his chest, drawing patterns. “You’re all sweaty.”

“I’ll shower.”

“Wait.” She commanded, grabbing the towel from the corner she began brushing it over his arms, chest and neck.

Fuck. His cock woke up real quick and if not for the audience who were trying not to eyeball them and made a piss poor job of it, he would have groaned for her to reach into his shorts and stroke one off for him.

Even a dirty bastard in love was still a dirty bastard. Nothing much changed there.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like you sweaty,” she whispered blushing. “Now, the reason I came.” she told him. “Do you own a drill?”

Hawk’s brow winged up. “Is this some sexual shit like your stashed supply of vibrators?”

“It’s four, oh my god.” she poked his hard belly, he caught that hand and held on.

“I need some shelves putting up in my office and Ambrosio is avoiding me.”

Hawn grunted. He expected Rider to be shit around him, they’d barely said ten words to each other all week, but he wouldn’t stand for his prez treating Gia less than a fucking goddess.

“Let me grab a shower and I’ll go over there with you.”

“You don’t have to work?”

“It’ll keep.”

Before he helped her down out of the ring he kissed her only once on the lips when she lifted her face and closed her eyes.

The sheer enormity of not throwing her down and mounting her from behind became a real struggle. But as he showered off his two hours of sweat and let the hot water drop over his aching muscles, he realized his gut had unclenched and he was looking forward to doing whatever drilling Gia needed.

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