Page 164 of Filthy Love

“Why, because you’ll hate me so much, little bit?”

“Yes.”

In bed late at night, he was not only open with things he said to her, but his demeanor became soft, playful. Love drunk was a real thing.

“Is all the hate still in here?” He bumped her with his hips, slick hardness stroking her up and down.

It wasn’t certain if Gia replied, what with her head exploding glitter everywhere and her greedy, clutching hands gripping his waist to further bring him down on top of her.

He hummed against her neck. Descending her body. “I’ll make it better, little bit.”

“Yes. Please, make it better,”

And he did with kisses around her navel. So many more as he moved lower, encouraging her legs to part by using his two palms to spread them. And when his head sloped in to the valley of space he made for himself Gia pushed her head back into the pillows and exhaled.

Scrupulous attention followed.

Lick after slow lick he made all her fake hate disappear.

Replaced with hungry, eating noises as she came with a startled cry.

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Three blissful days blended into three more. Unfortunately, those last three she didn’t see much of Hawk. He’d gone out of town on a ride for the club. Hush-hush, though she didn’t ask him for details, the less she knew about the biker activities the better she thought.

On the nights he returned to her house he was somewhat distance and the first night he got a call his face turned to thunder, and he’d told her he’d be back.

He didn’t come back.

The second time it happened she followed him out to the curb in time to see him swing his leg over his bike. “Hawk. Talk to me. What’s going on with you lately? Something’s bothering you.”

“Nothing. Go inside, Gia. I’ll be back.”

He didn’t kiss her. Barely looked at her. And he didn’t come back that night either.

Now Gia wasn’t one for burying her head in the sand. She wasn’t about fixing other people’s love lives and ignoring the glaring, obvious disturbance in her own.

They’d gone from the honeymoon stage of a brand-new love affair to coldness of the Hawk she’d always known in a matter of a few days and she had no clue why.

Not that he wasn’t affectionate to her.

He still loved on her to the point she thought he was possessed some days in the beautiful ways he fucked her.

But just when she’d thought he was becoming unlocked with his emotions he clamped shut and it had something to do with whoever kept calling him.

It happened again earlier, she’d gone to the MC to visit with Zara on her lunch break, the two women ate club sandwiches in the cabin office, Harper cuddled with Gia happily sucking on her pacifier when Zara took a call.

“Colton?”

Hearing Hawk’s given name alerted Gia. No one called him Colton other than her.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Zara told the caller. A woman caller. “He’s not around right now, can I take a message?”

“Give me the phone.” Gia said and though Zara arched her brow she handed it over. “Hello? Who is this?”

The voice on the other end sounded husky, somewhat sleepy. Possibly drunk. “I wanna talk to Colton. He ain’t picking up. I need to talk to him.”

The wary clutching inside Gia’s stomach became worse. Who was this woman looking for Hawk? Was it the same person he’d been ignoring?

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