Page 16 of Filthy Love

“Your old man wouldn’t be too pleased either,”that coercing asshole. “So why don’t you let me know what it is you need. I’m guessing if you’re asking me it’s nothing legal.” He’d do it. He’d do anything for her so long as she spat it out quickly, so he could leave.

Gia snorted a laugh so cute making lines appear between her eyes he wanted to scoop her up and make her laugh some more just, so he could watch that look pass over her face.

“Are all bikers as suspicious as you? Don’t answer that.” She grinned and gestured for him to follow her. “Let’s get comfortable in the other room. I swear today has been one problem after another and I’m ready to drop.”

Hawk frowned, the urge to ask her what had troubled her was strong.You can’t fix her problems, dickhead.

“Why are you so concerned with my family having an issue with you being inside my home, Hawk?” She inquired smoothly while he hovered in the doorway of a much larger room, big windows down one end, two over-stuffed pale gray couches full of cushions facing one another, along with a recliner in the same color and a wooden unit holding the usual media stuff on the main wall. It was decorated in muted colors, but the accents were all Gia. Bold and colorful, he thought. Happy colors. All Gia.

It felt part nightmare part dream he was inside her house looking at her things, smelling what her house smelled like.

“They know what I am. No father or brother wants me around their girl.” He answered coolly, ignoring the way she was staring at him, as he set his gaze around the room, stopping on family photos gathered on a table. Her and Rider as kids. Six pictures of Rider’s new kid, some of Zara and Gia. Some of people he didn’t recognize. His eyes narrowed seeing a group photo of happy people in a line, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, two dickheads either side of Gia were men.

Who the fuck are those walking corpses?He deliberated.

“So, do I, and I extend an invitation to my house whenever you want to come.” She told him cheerfully. It was as though she wasn’t picking up on his warnings.

She was wrong. She didn’t know him at all. Her attempts over the years to be friendly usually only went so far, he wouldn’t allow it any further. The moment she started asking questions he couldn’t answer he either backed off or he chased her away by being the nasty prick he was.

Why she kept on coming back he didn’t know.

Did she realize the power she had? Probably not, if she did she’d wield it and have him like a fucking lapdog at her service and wouldn’t he just hate that.

No.

If he was gonna be led like a dog on a short fucking leash he’d happily do it for Gia morning, noon and all fucking night if that was what would make her happy.

Dumping the coffee cup on the same table with all the photos, he edged himself further into the room, pushing his hands into the pockets of his leather duster coat, he ambled around the space, looking at this, peering at that. She didn’t explain what things were, just let him appraise silently until he turned back to find her eyes on him.

He cocked a quizzical brow.

Her breath hitched for a flash, but then she stabilized herself.

“How would you feel if you and I got to know each other better, Hawk? Spent time together talking and hanging out. I’d really like it, if I’m honest and I want us to be honest.” She snorted that cute laugh again. Not feminine, but he loved the sound. She’d curled her legs under her on the couch and didn’t seem to mind he remained standing in the middle of the room looking like an out of place lamp post.

So, fucking out of place his skin was crawling to get out of there.

To go back to what he knew by watching her like a perverted creeper.

This whole being invited in shit made him uncomfortable and calm at the same fucking time.

He didn’t know whether he was coming or going.

Wait.What?

What the fuck did she just say? His ears clanged. He glared and why the fuck wasn’t she cowering from his glare? Everyone did. Men pissed themselves if Hawk glared because they knew what shit was coming next.

“How would I feel if we spent time together?” He slow-blinked, repeating her words back to make sense of them.

You’re my dream.

I want to crawl inside your skin and see how you taste from the inside.

I could spend a decade just listening to you sigh like that.

Spend time? Give me every fucking minute and I’ll worship you like the sick, depraved bastard I am.

He couldn’t find the words to reply.

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