Hawk pulls the bike up close to the main clubhouse building and Keaston slides right in next to him, kicking his stand down and throwing his leg over before I can even muster up the energy to get off of this bastard of a machine.
“I need a fuckin’ drink,” Keaston announces.
Scrambling off of the bike, Hawk slowly disengages as well. “Booze and bitches are right through that door. Pinkie should have a guest room all set up for you too if you want to shower and rest a bit.”
Keaston jerks his chin, then turns and walks away without another word. Spinning around, I tilt my head back and look up into Hawk’s amused gaze.
“Why are you being so friendly to him?” I demand.
His brows shoot up in surprise and he lets out a boom of a laugh as he shakes his head from side to side. “I thought you wanted me to be nice to him?” he asks.
“I do,” I whisper.
I’m not sure why I’m upset, it’s not because of the bitches comment, I hope Keaston gets laid and loses interest in me sexually. But I just can’t help but feel that there’s something else happening, some other reason Hawk is being friendly to him.
“He knows you’re not happening and now he’s in my house. No reason to be a dick to him, not when it’s really fucking clear he doesn’t stand a chance, and now that he’s here if he even so much as looks at you sideways, he won’t walk out of here alive.”
I gasp, taking a step back. “Hawk.”
He shrugs a shoulder, his eyes searching mine as a smile plays on his lips. He opens his mouth to say something, but Trista’s voice rings out loud and clear. Spinning around, I watch as my best friend comes toward me in her short shorts and tank top at a full run.
Before I can even brace myself, she’s jumping in my arms and wrapping her arms and legs around me. Hawk is faster than I am, he stands behind me, a brace for me to fall back against, instead of landing on my ass in the dirt.
“I missed you,” Trista cries out.
Wrapping my arms around her, I tell her that I missed her too and laugh as she untangles herself from me. Then she takes a step back, her gaze traveling down my body and back up to my face. Her lips set into a hard line as she lifts her gaze to Hawk whose body is still pressed against mine.
“What the hell is going on?” Trista snaps.
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head, refusing to look down at me, her glare is all for Hawk. “She looks like she slept on the ground, hasn’t showered, didn’t even get to brush her damn hair, and she smells like sex.”
Taz lets out a choking laugh, lifting his hand to cover his mouth in an attempt to cover himself, but it doesn’t work. Trista lifts her hand in a silent sign for him to shut the fuck up, and he does, though he coughs as he looks down at his boots, trying to calm himself.
I don’t blame him, not only was what she said funny… it’s also true.
“Let Avah get cleaned up, then you can give us both the third degree. She’s had a hard few days, darlin’.”
Trista’s demeanor instantly changes, her shoulder jerks and her gaze shifts over to mine. “Why are you here?” she whispers.
Looking over my shoulder, I glance up into Hawk’s eyes. His face softens and he gives me a small, sexy, encouraging smile. One of his hands wraps around my waist and he squeezes me reassuringly.
“I’m going to get cleaned up, then we’ll talk.”
Trista opens her mouth to say something, but Taz walks up behind her and before she can even say a single word, he’s redirected her and is walking her away from us. She looks back over her shoulder, her eyes on me and watches me pleadingly. I give her a small smile in an attempt to show her that I’m okay, but she doesn’t buy it, and she really shouldn’t.
I don’t feel okay.
Hawk turns me around, his gaze dipping and his eyes finding mine. “We’ll shower, rest, and then you can tell her as much or as little as you want.”
“You don’t want me to tell her anything, do you?” I ask.
He shakes his head once, his lips turned up in a sad smile. “She’s still working through her own kidnapping, I don’t want to upset her, especially now that she’s pregnant.”
Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek. “You’re a good dad. I know you don’t think you are or were, but you are.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but I shake my head. “Trust me when I tell you, Hawk. You’re good.”
He snorts, dipping his chin and lowering his face until his lips touch mine. “I need your mouth on my cock, baby.”
I moan against his mouth, thinking that sounds mighty nice. “You gonna make me come, again?” I purr.
He chuckles. “You know I always do.”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
HAWK
Avah strips out of her clothes the second I close the bedroom door behind us. Her backpack goes flying through the room and her shirt is peeled off of her as fast as humanly possible. She turns her head to look over her shoulder as she unhooks her bra, then smiles.
“Hawk,” she calls out.
Lifting my gaze from her hands at her now bare back, I look up at her face. She’s smiling even though she looks tired as fuck.
“Yeah,” I rasp.
“Come take a shower with me,” she breathes.
Clearing my throat, I jerk my chin in her direction, then start to strip out of my own clothes. Leaving everything in a pile on the floor, I walk toward her completely naked. She’s bared as well and I wonder, yet again, why in the
