Page 43 of Filthy Love

He only hung his head. She pleaded silently for him to correct her, tell her he wanted her, to prove it. He didn't say a word. Instead she did what she always did when Hawk rejected her in his cruel way. She pasted on a smile, knocked the dark waves of her hair over one shoulder, and lifted her chin.

The battle was lost. The war was still up for grabs. She played a new tactic.

“Then as my houseguest, I propose something new. Something that might scare you, Colton.”

His eyes narrowed to slits.

She grinned.

“Will you be my friend?”

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Will you be my friend?

It went around and around his empty skull, crashing into corners of dust.

The back of Hawk's brain was bleeding, he could feel the trauma even as he answered incredulously with his pale eyes glued to her oh, so lovely face. “Yeah.” His voice box sounded like he deep throated nails in his spare time. He cleared it as best as a man could whose body was leaking oxygen. “Yeah, I will.”

Her smile was priceless.

“Then follow me, you're going to die for the sandwich I’m about to make you before we dig into packing my house up and don't beg me for the recipe, Colton, it’s a family secret.” She turned to wink. At this point in the conversation Hawk wasn't even sure he was conscious. Maybe he was dead. He followed behind. Like a puppy in love with its master. “Unless you want to bribe me. I'm open to bribes.” She went on.

She was his friend.

She was his friend.

A friend he wanted to fuck over her nice, neat dining table.

Her dirty minded fucking friend.

The friend who had jacked off all week in the morning shower until his cock was sore just, so he could deal with being so close to her. That kind of friend.

Hawk, as his brain checked back in while Gia pulled condiments from the fridge, wondered if her scent was a hallucinogenic... He inhaled taking it deep into his lungs. Coconut.

Whatever it was his dick liked it, that piece of filth wanted inside her so badly it pulsed to life, the eighth time today.

Pulling out his phone he tapped quietly all the while watching Gia put food together for him.

Hawk:Is coconut a hallucinogen?

Lawless:Are you high on it?

Hawk:Fucking answer the question!

Lawless:If you're huffing it and you start talking to little green men bring some of that shit home.

Scowling, Hawk shoved his cell away. So much for thinking that bastard knew everything. Lawless was as dumb as he was.

The hours went by quickly once he collected packing boxes and they started on the lower level storing up her shit.

He felt like an A-grade predator stalking with his eyes. Wherever she went his eyes followed, stroking her in ways he denied his fingers. God, she was so fucking lovely.

Had he been too deep in his own psyche-bullshit to notice she'd grown into a smart, amazing woman who could make the choice of which man she wanted? Even now as he swept his dank gaze over her picking through a floor full of her books, carefully wrapping them in bubble wrap and putting them into boxes, knowing he didn't deserve to look at her, she was so soft in her little blue sweater molded to her chest. Hawk pictured sliding his hands under and cupping her breasts, feeling how heavy they'd be in his two palms. Would she protest? Would she cry for more? If ever there was a perfect form of a woman, Gia was it. With her long legs and slim hips that flared just right. Her face was etched in his mind. He both saw her at seventeen and now ten years on. She was ever lovelier, and he couldn't shake the thought that all this time ... what if.

He dug fingers into his eye sockets.Stop being a fucking maudlin pussy,he mentally kicked himself. Long since accepted this illness would go with him to the grave, there was just no shifting Gia from inside his bones, she was in his skin and blood, every slam of his heart was a fucking song of her name.

The monster was in love and he wouldn't accept anyone else.

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