Page 151 of Filthy Love

Fucking never.

Oh, fuck. She’s killing me.

He’d known already she liked to suck on two of his fingers or his thumb while he fucked her. Watching it usually blew his skull apart. He hadn’t known she’d enjoy sucking on his near-painful erection the way she was with her eyes fluttering shut and her moan vibrating his sensitive skin, trying to take it all until he saw her gag a little then go back to try again.

“Holy shit, little bit.” Theoh-fuck-yespleasure was strangling him in hard increments when he felt the back of her tight throat.

He had to fight the urge not to grab her cheeks and rut her face in one helluva fuck.

His sweet, little girl. Fuck.Fuck. He was dying.

He made starved animal noises, noises a fucking baby dinosaur maybe sounded like, shooting pleasure through his legs, his abdomen, tightening all his muscles, his fucking dick growing impossibly harder between two pink lips laving affection like no other on him and it was detonating his mind.

This couldn’t all be for him. He wouldn’t allow his little bit to be left out.

“Hand in your leggings, Gia,” he commanded. “I want you to come before I fuck you.”

Even his filthiest fantasies didn’t touch the edges of seeing her dark head between his legs, her mouth working him dry and her hand stolen beneath the fabric of her pants rubbing herself to join him.

The pressure behind his eyeballs gathered with his torso on fire.

Gia pressed forward in her office chair, a hand braced on his upper thigh, Hawk with his head held back to watch her mouth take him, she was too beautiful for him to miss a thing. Sensation washed through him, trying in vain to retain his groans of pleasure, not one fucking demon was left standing in his head when his sweet girl sucked the last drops of come out of him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

“I’m adding that to the list of shit I can’t unhear, you, asshole.” - Rider

“I don’t want you to always rush off, Colton. Just bring your clothes here.”

Was it too quick to live with her boyfriend? Grace Kelly told her absolutely not and to get her brooding bull moved in already.

Four weeks and counting that she was officially the girlfriend to the infamous Renegade Souls VP. Seeing as how Armado Springs wasn’t as big as Denver the news she was with Hawk seemed to follow her wherever she went. She was even asked about it when a couple came to make an appointment for sessions the other day. Bizarre. And when she dropped into the diner now or to the local bank she noted a change in how people reacted to her.

He’d started bringing his clothes and leaving them over. She’d known he didn’t have his own place, she’d asked him why, and he’d shrugged telling her the MC was as good as a place as any. But then two nights later he discussed maybe he should get somewhere.

It was futile, she thought, he was at hers more often than he wasn’t.

If he wasn’t working, or out on a run for the club, he was with her.

Her dad would probably have a fit once he knew.

She’d tried again to ask him about his family, since he’d never mentioned any, ever. Each time he brushed her off and it began to worry an overthinking Gia.

Their love was no longer homeless.

How fucking disastrous would it be for a wife to crawl out of the woodwork now?

“I'm no good at families, Gia.” Hawk rubbed his forehead. That little frown pucker didn’t only mean he was angry. No, the crease of his skin, as she was coming to learn, could mean all manner of emotions Hawk wasn’t fully grasping, and she loved him more for it.

Gia wasn't dissuaded by his mean-boy scowl, it would scare a lot of people away, it rallied her spirits because he wasn't outright dismissing either her question or moving in.

“Will you come with me?” She offered her hand and he took it instantly.

“Where?”

“Take me to the club.”

His brow arched. “You never want to go to the club.”

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