Page 153 of Filthy Love

“Careful with my girl, prospect.” He eyed both from under menacing brows and the two men almost snapped to attention. She bit back a grin. They were so eager to please him, and Hawk didn’t see it. “Nah, VP, we’ll treat her better than my next girlfriend.”

“See that you do, Slider.”

“You maybe wanna spar later? Preacher showed me this sweet move,” smirked the other one.

Hawk raised his brow. “I might do. Catch me later.”

Gia looked up at him. “Your bike is your girl?” He gave her that little mouth twitch that translated his amusement. “Jealous?”

“Yes,” she pouted.

“You’remy...Gia. Much better title, little bit.”

Gia swooned from the inside. He was right. So much better. The title she’d coveted for years. But there was another she wanted more. Wife. All in good time.

Next on her trip around the club they went into the kitchen where the three men greeted Hawk like a long-lost twin. Wanting to know what he was up to and engage him in conversation. While Hawk didn’t say much past a few grunts and single words, Gia watched on. How cool was it to be right?

Some thirty or so minutes later he asked. “Gonna tell me the point of this now or you just pimping me out all of a sudden?”

“Everyone in here loves you,” she explained sipping the coffee he’d poured for her. “Youhavefamily, Hawk. You’ve been doing family all this time just fine. We select our family, and you have yours, baby. It’s that easy, no big secret.”

Silent for a good while, she watched him mull over this new information. Damn, he really was cute as all hell. Unable to not touch him when Hawk was this close, she rested a hand on his belt.

“Think you’re clever, don’t you, little bit?”

Eyes twinkled, biting her lip, she nodded vigorously.

Hawk smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Smartass.”

She didn’t deny it. She was a Marinos after all.

Better to prepare him, was her motto in getting to know Hawk. She was transparent as a pane of glass so after taking a sip and laying her hand on his inner thigh feeling it bunch to a hard nugget of muscle, she looked him square in the eye, didn’t even blink. “So, you see, when you and I get married, and you inherit my clan of Greeks and Texans, you’ll do just fine with extended family, Colton.”

She could have heard an ant rolling a dew drop of water fifty mile away.

Not even a slow blink from her lover could ascertain as to what was whirling around in his blond head. Only, Gia knew to give him the space to absorb, to accept and to get with her way of thinking.

He’d been all about doing anything she wanted. What was one more thing, really? It was a veil, some I Do’s and a lot of happily ever after in a hard sex stupor. Even he couldn’t say no to that.

And she wasn’t saying he had to marry her tomorrow, though she’d be up for it.

Planting the seed with some emotion gardening.

“You look so stunned right now,” she chuckled, leaned forward to press her lips to his, feeling the familiar electricity sliding through her nervous system carrying with it the loaded love.

“I love you more than diamonds and puppies and you know I adore puppies, and it’s because I love you so much that I feel like since you’re incredibly old now, Colton, we shouldn’t wait too long…” she got no further because he grasped her around the waist, plucking her from her seat and landed her butt on the work surface where anyone could walk in any second and see Hawk pushing his frame between her legs.

“Was I too old last night when I had you screaming and begging to God, little bit?” He bit the tender skin of his shoulder. “Was I too old when you woke me this morning slithering all over me demanding I take care of your morning arousal dripping down your thighs?”

Gia grinned with her heart all of a flutter, shook her head and tried to appear chastised.

Hawk nestled between her legs, pressing his groin up against hers, brushed hair from the side of her face with a long finger.

“Do you know what I realized a long time ago when I thought I was stupid enough to actually consider that we could be something? That I could worship you for the rest of my miserable life and it still wouldn’t be enough to deserve you.”

Oh.

God.

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