Page 15 of Filthy Love

That simple.

Fuck.He really was a dumb motherfucker. His hand stole up to his beard. He frowned. Had it always been this long and shabby? When was the last time he even trimmed it? Months. Maybe last year. He ripped off his leather gloves, shoving them into his pocket, he brushed a hand over his equally long head of hair and scowled further.

Fuck it all, he probably looked like a vagrant you’d find in the underpass begging for whiskey.

And then she was there, pulling open the door, making his chest cave in seeing her in white shorts against her tanned legs. The little vest top was the same color melded to perfect tits, and her hair piled on top of her head.

She looked at him and flashed a little smile.

“Are you just going to sit there glaring at my house all night or do you want to come in?”

Her energy was like gasoline in his veins.

Powering him up off the bike, throwing a leg over the seat he shoved keys in his pocket and prowled forward to hear this mysterious purpose.

“What’s this all about?” He asked once in distance to see the widening of her eyes.

“Wow,” Gia laughed. “You really don’t have any manners, do you? Come on inside, I made coffee.” Reprimanded, with a slight tinge of guilt …weird… he stepped over the threshold, following behind as he shut the door with him inside Gia’s house.

Her smile worked to unknot the black chain that swathed around his heart. The sense of falling and spiralling melded into one. How could the small rise of her mouth create so much chaos in his mind? Oh, yeah. He was a fucking headcase and anything regarding Gia sent both mind and body into a tailspin of need.

His skin pulled tight at her unyielding stare.

Hecravedmore.

He did lack manners. He was a fucking pig most of the time. The rest he was sleeping and having depraved dreams about the woman dumping a coffee pod into a mini trash can on the granite countertop. “I’m glad you came.” She handed him a white mug rimmed with pink hearts. He frowned at it before accepting the cup.

Their fingers brushed.

He was on fire.

Her skin would be so soft, if he reached out and brushed her wrist over the thin blue veins. The need for it almost caused him to jolt in his boots. His teeth would bruise that perfect skin if they ever got the chance to sink in and taste her.

Sick.

Depraved.

Evil.

Inhaling, he took a scalding sip of coffee to tame the riot of filth in his head. Frowning into the cup, he swallowed. She knew how he liked his coffee. “Your brother wouldn’t like me in your place.” He spoke finally. And spoke the truth.

It didn’t seem to faze Gia who huffed, walking around him, her body just about skimmed him again though her kitchen was a fair size. Very feminine. Very her. He walked over to the fridge and peered at the photo’s stuck on the front with cartoon pig magnets. Gia skiing. Gia in a bikini. Gia in a pair of tight, skinny jeans. Gia in a pair of white cut off short-shorts.Jesus fuck.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

Hawk about swallowed his tongue.

“That’s my inspiration to lose the holiday weight. I think If I see what I used to look like it’ll stop me face planting into the hummus and pitta chips.”

Hawk rounded, face fixed into a glare, snaking his eyes up and down the only woman he hungered for and didn’t see one fucking flaw on her. Not an inch of her body would he change.

He scowled and spat out before he could train his tongue to shut the fuck up. “You must be blind; your body is perfect.”

You, dumb motherfucker, shut up.

She turned pink instantly and smiled so big he worried her skin would be stretched too tightly. Burying his idiot mouth in coffee, he gulped the too hot liquid.

“Thank you. I shouldn’t obsess about it, it’s such a woman thing to do, but what you gonna do. I like to be motivated for things.” It made sense. It was a Gia thing. “Getting back to what you said, I don’t care if Rider knows you’re here. What does he think you’d do, chop me up and bury me in the yard?” It was a fair point. Still, he knew therealRider more than most and he would make Hawk look like swiss cheese if he ever caught a whiff of Hawk’s interest towards his sister.

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