Page 51 of Filthy Love

“How to fix an anti-hero.” - Gia

Everyone changes for love to some degree. People compromise their thoughts, routines and occasionally their personalities, and they amalgamate into the love they feel. Sometimes it’s for the better, other times not, but then everyone knows ugly love isn’t real love.

It makes a person want to be better than they originally were.

When you love, all you want to do is fix.

It’s ingrained as humans to solve what they see as a problem.

As much as Gia loved, there was no fixing Hawk.

He wasn’t an easy man. God, she knew that first hand after trying for ten long years to get that maddening man to notice her. What did she have to do; stand on her head and spray glitter out of her ass?

He had no wound to dress or illness to fix with a course of drugs, but he was different from other men. It was more than evident. Not just his quiet, surly nature. It was in his every action, not least of all he was part of her brother’s biker club and they ran like naughty wolves brushing against the law.

So, in retrospect it made loving him trickier because she could see what needed fixing and she had no tools in which to do it.

All she could do was love him as he was.

And she did.

Oh, she did so much and so strong she had a real fear she’d love that man for the rest of her days and pine for him even more.

That would really suck if that happened.

But after last night …Jesus…she had a hope they were moving into a new direction and dare she hope it would be together?

Maybe it was all the orgasms she’d had in the night, but Gia felt extra peppy bumping her hips to Meghan Trainor’sDear Husbandplaying from her iPod docking station. Tiny sparks fluttered around her navel when she thought of the amount of times Hawk pried her legs open and licked her stupid.

His mouth all up on her pussy until she thought she might go insane and the way his hands spanned her hips to keep her right against his open lips like he couldn’t eat her deep enough and those quiet grunts of his…she could still hear them ringing in her ears.

Hawk. Ohmygod. Please. There! Please. Again. Do it again.

Her cheeks cherry red.

Oh, man. Her hand stole to her belly to calm the crazy butterflies when she heard the familiar roar of a bike engine pulling up outside.

She hadn’t been too worried when she woke, and he wasn’t in the house. Not since he was tasked being her babysitter and she’d noticed another biker parked at the curb watching her house.

He came through the door and brought the smell of the breeze with him.

She started as she meant to go on.

Gia wasn’t embarrassed about last night and if that was the line Hawk wanted to go down then so be it. As for her, she had no intention of sweeping anything under the carpet.

“Good morning,” turning she smiled at him bracketing in the doorframe.

He grunted in reply.

Huge.

Beautiful.

If no one was looking closely they’d mistake Hawk for an average, unkempt looking man. But Gia knew what was under all that hair. And she hungered for whatever form he came in.

The beard was soft on her inner thighs, she knew that much. But the thought of her pleasure coating his hair made her blush. If she wanted more of last night, then she’d have to do something about it.

When he didn’t make a move to advance into the kitchen. She went back to refilling the pod in her coffee machine.

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