Page 22 of Filthy Love

He looked forward and ignored his eyes that wanted to stare and devour her in a pair of bleached shorts and the little tank top. She was tan and beauty.

“Subtle,” cackled Krusher. Hawk sent him a vicious glare. “Real subtle, boy. Smile, you don’t wanna scare the girl.”

Yes, he did. He wanted to scare her away for good even as his fingers ached to yank her forward into his chest and sniff her hair like a weirdo.

He still tasted her on his tongue. All fucking night long.

“Hello, darlin’. Boy, this is a treat for the old eyes seeing you again so soon.” That old shithead beamed a grin behind Hawk’s shoulder, missing teeth and wrinkled skin on display like he was goddamn Casanova. Hawk was ready to knock his remaining teeth out of Krusher’s head if he didn’t dim the flirting with Gia. No matter how ridiculous it sounded.

Hawk grunted under his breath, hunching his shoulders. All too aware of the presence standing right there. Her heat nearly burning him.

He wanted to shut her mouth with his cock. Real damn deep, fill her up, make her as nasty as he was. He was a real prince for the filthy things swirling in his head.

And she was star of the show.

“This is not how spending time together works, Hawk. you don’t call. You don’t write.” Gia tutted making Krusher cackle. Hawk sent him one glare and luckily the old man shuffled off down the bar. “Use your fucking cane.” He said with a growl.

“That was nice of you. Though your delivery needs work.”

“I’m not nice.” He rasped.

He wanted to gorge on her.

Just inhale her until she wore his soiled brand.

She chuckled, and the noise rolled fire through his gut. “I can attest.” Jesus. How was he going to survive if she moved to Colorado?

He’d heard the move Rider had pulled years ago to shake off his girl. Made her believe he was getting some from another bitch. It played on Hawk’s mind for a second, he could do the same. Let Gia see he was with someone, even pretend, it would do the trick.

But he dismissed it. It would mean major fucking acting and probably allowing a woman to touch him. No thanks.

He was a punk and needed to stop being a fucking punk. If only his addiction would listen.

Swerving his head, he got his first good look at Gia up close.

She was smiling.

Lips painted some glossy peach color, her dark hair piled messily in a bun on top of her head with bits hanging down exposing her throat he wanted to suck on for days.

Mark her real nice.

Why shouldn’t he? She already owned him, heart, guts and bones.

She had a gravitational pull like the moon. If Pluto stood no chance of existing alone, then what the fuck had Hawk going for him, because every time he saw her, smelled her, heard her name mentioned he was pulled into her atmosphere, swallowed up in the beauty that was all Gia. He was a lost fucking cause if he didn’t do something about it soon.

She was every forbidden fruit cliché he could think of. You don’t fuck your best buddy’s sister/mom/aunt or anyone he was interested in first. It wasn’t written in stone, but every guy knew the code. Wanting Gia, what a deranged motherfucker he was.

At last count he had three strikes against him. One being Rider. The other being Hawk’s own fucked up self. And the third wasn’t worth mentioning or his head would explode.

“So…” her little eyebrow arched as she expected something from him. He had no clue. Maybe a kiss? A fuck? A lifelong commitment of adoration? He was down for all the above.

“If you’re looking for your old man he isn’t here.”

“Depends which old man we’re talking about.” She told him with a secretive smile touching her lips. His belly dropped. He got her meaning and his fucking dick got hard. “I’m here to see you on my lunch break. We’re supposed to spend time together.” She reminded.

Hawk’s whole face fell into a frown. Was she serious? After the way he’d left her house she still thought they could hang out like nothing happened? Jesus. This woman was either crazier than he was or damn perfect.

She slipped her hands into the shorts pockets, drawing his eyes to her hips. She was lovely. So, fucking lovely. Sleek and long yet so small he could fit her inside his shirt.

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