“Babe, Jag sunk two years of work an’ forty large ones into that sled. Ain’t no ‘just’ about it.”
She nodded quietly. Hawk wondered if forty grand was a drop in the bucket for her.
“’Nough talkin’. Time for me to leave a mark on your ass like I did your neck.”
Though she smiled, her answer was, “No.”
“Wasn’t askin’, babe.”
“Hawk,” she breathed
“Say ‘Hawk, fuck me.’”
She swallowed hard enough that he could see it. Then she said in a low, husky voice, “Hawk... fuck me.”
With a growl, he tackled her. When she squealed loudly and laughed, it shot right to his dick.
He was ready to get down and dirty once again.
Chapter Five
Kiki’s eyes popped open in a panic. For a second, she had no idea where she was. She only knew she wasn’t in her own bed and was pinned against something solid and warm.
She also had no idea what time it was but she could tell it was early morning due to the dim light creeping in from the uncovered dormer windows.
She lifted her head and glanced down at the man she had fallen asleep on.
Oh good lord. She had wanted to leave last night after their third round of satisfying, and completely mind-blowing, orgasmic sex. But somehow that never happened.
Apparently, she fell asleep in his arms and he never woke her up to kick her out. Which she found interesting. She couldn’t imagine him being a cuddler. Or wanting to have a woman sleep in his bed beside him all night.
He didn’t seem like a man who’d want anything tying him down. Though, owning a house and a business would do just that.
His eyes remained closed and his breathing sounded steady. At least he hadn’t snored, even though he was sprawled on his back with her draped over him. Hopefully, she hadn’t, either.
She tried to extract herself carefully, not wanting to wake him. But just when she was making some progress, he grunted, his arm tightened around her waist and he jerked her back tightly against his side.
His eyes hadn’t opened yet, but she was pretty sure he was awake. She didn’t have to lift the sheet to see he was awake below the waist, too. It had risen on its own.
As much as she wouldn’t mind taking a fourth crack at him, she really needed to get home, clean up and get ready for work. She had a lot of prep to do for an upcoming criminal trial.
Though, she had to admit that curling around him felt nice and secure. The man was as solid as a rock.
But even so, he didn’t fit into her life. Well, it was fun while it lasted...
“I have to go,” she whispered into his hard chest.
His fingers trailed up her spine, then back down, brushing over the crease in her ass. She quivered beneath his touch.
He grabbed her hand and shoved it under the sheet, curling her fingers around his hard length. “Gonna help me with that before you go?”
She sighed with regret. “Sorry, I can’t. Unfortunately, you’re on your own. I have to go get ready for a long, boring day of researching case law and putting together a compelling argument of why my client should be exonerated.”
“You’d have more fun with this,” he said as he guided her fist up and down his erection.
“I’m sure I would, but that doesn’t pay my bills.”
“Right,” he grumbled.
“I had fun last night, though.”
“Right,” he grumbled again.
“I appreciate the stress relief.”
He lifted his head as she again attempted to pull away. This time he let her go.
“Right,” he said once more, this time with a frown.
“I’m sure we’ll cross paths again the next time you decide to knock someone out cold and leave them bloodied and beaten in a heap.”
“Gotta oversee my community service.”
She slipped from the bed and searched the room, gathering her clothes but ignoring her shredded stockings. He could keep them for a souvenir.
She stepped into her panties and pulled them up, avoiding his gaze. “Oh, that’s right. Yes... uh. Me or one of my paralegals.” She found her bra and quickly corralled her breasts. Ignoring his intense gaze, she leaned over and shook them until they settled more comfortably into the cups.
“You.”
She stepped into her skirt, which now was in need of a good dry-cleaning. “Well, I...”
“Babe.”
Her head popped up after zippering her skirt closed. “Yeah?”
“Tryin’ to scrape me off?”
Scrape him off?
She snagged her wrinkled blouse off the floor and slipped it over her shoulders, fastening the tiny buttons as rapidly as she could. “Uh... no. I just...”
“Light of day, see your mistake?”
“No! Nooo... I enjoyed myself. We... both enjoyed ourselves. It was great.” And it was, it was just done and over with.
He pushed into a seated position, his eyes narrowed on her. “Right.”
“I would love to hang around while you serve me Eggs Benedict Florentine in bed, but I really have to go.”
He finally chuckled. “Might get a Pop-tart.”
“As long as it’s the kind with the frosting... Honestly, Hawk, I have to get going. It was fun.”
His amusement quickly fled. “Got you.”
Well, it was good that he finally “got her.” But now she felt a bit guilty taking off so abruptly. Usually it was the man trying to hightail it out the door after meaningless sex.
Times have changed.
“When’s our next appointment?”
She froze in mid-motion while pulling on her shoe. Next appointment?
Like hookup?
Oh shit. She needed to make him aware that this wouldn’t happen again. “I’ll get someone from the office to contact you in regard to your community service.”
“Babe.”
She straightened up after finally slipping on her second shoe and she glanced over at the bed. He was sitting up in bed, totally naked, the sheet long gone.
Oh. Good. Lord! Even with his body full of tattoos he was hot as sin. Pure testosterone. She didn’t think he had an ounce of fat on his muscular frame and he was well-hung. Not too big, not too small. But just right.
He’d be the complete package if he wasn’t a biker, didn’t have a record, and had a better command of the English language.
And didn’t nail anything that moved with a vagina.
He did seem fairly intelligent and ran a modestly successful business. But still...
She shook herself mentally. Kiki, you are not going there. Say thank you for the nice time, for the great orgasms, and get the hell out of there before he slaps a couple Pop-tarts into the toaster.
“I really have to go. Thank you for the wonderful evening.”
“What the fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head.
With a last smile shot in his direction, she rushed down the stairs, hanging onto the handrail so she didn’t break her neck by falling down them.
When she hit the small foyer, she snagged her suit jacket from the floor and her key fob from the decorative shelf by the door and yanked it open.
Rushing out the front door she almost ran smack into Jazz.
“Shit! Sorry!” Jazz cried out, grabbing her arm to keep from slamming into Kiki and dropping the cardboard coffee cup holder with three large to-go cups of coffee. Jazz gave her a look of surprise. “I wondered why your badass car was still out in the driveway. Hawk must be slipping.”
Kiki blinked. “Why’s that?”
“First, he never, and I mean never, brings any females back to the house. And even when he hooks up with sweet butts, or whoever, at church, they never spend the night together.”
“Never?” She suspected the first part because what virile, single man didn’t have condoms by the caseload in his bedroom?
“Fuck no.”
“Wait. What are sweet butts?” Before
Jazz could answer, Kiki raised a palm. “Hold on, do I really want to know?”
Jazz grinned. “If you’re gonna be Hawk’s ol’ lady, then you’ll find out soon enough.”
Ol’ lady?
She was smart enough to guess what that may mean in biker terms. She hoped she was wrong, but was afraid she wasn’t. “There’s no chance of that.”
“Uh-huh.”
She looked at the young woman in front of her. It was early. Where was she coming from? Had she gotten up at the crack of dawn just to run for coffee? “You okay here?”
Jazz tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“Do you mind living here? Being this house maid or house mouse or whatever it is?” She waved a hand toward the coffee. “Running errands?”
Jazz threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah. I don’t mind it. I like living here and helping out. I get to live in this awesome house for free. Hawk helps pay for my college and books, he’s way more lenient than my parents or grandparents, and he’s hardly home so I get the house to myself mostly. Plus, he’s got an awesome big screen TV with every channel available. Can’t forget the Wi-Fi. I have it better here than at home or even in a dorm.”
“He doesn’t try to touch you or anything?”
Jazz mouth dropped open. “Eww. No! Why would you even ask that?”
Ah, crap. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need... help or anything.”
“I’m free to come and go as I please. Hawk’s like having a cool uncle.”
Relief flooded through Kiki. “Okay, that’s good. Sorry. I never heard of this house mouse thing before so I got a little concerned.”
“Kiki, right?”
Kiki nodded.
“Let me just make something clear. I’m DAMC. We take care of our own. Most people think bikers are low-class scum, but I’ve got it better than a lot of people. I can’t complain.”
Kiki felt like a complete idiot. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make assumptions.”
Jazz pulled one of the coffees out of the holder and held it out to her. “I get you’re out of your element with Hawk, but don’t make assumptions about him, either.”
Kiki stared at the cup for a moment then lifted her head and met Jazz’s eyes. “No assumptions to be made. We had fun. Now I have to go.”
“Just like that.”
“Yes, I have to get back...” her voice trailed off before she finished that sentence with “to my own life.”
Then she realized Jazz was still holding the coffee between them. Kiki accepted it. “Thanks, I could use some caffeine about now.”
“No problem. Figured you could use a pick-me-up this morning. Even with my earbuds in, it was hard to miss the headboard banging against the wall. My only hope is that when I find a man I want to keep, he has that kind of endurance.”
Kiki’s mouth dropped open and heat crept up her throat into her cheeks. So much for her not listening.
“I have to go.” Kiki turned and headed down the walkway at a quick clip, hoping the morning air would cool her face down.
“Right. Hope to see you again soon,” Jazz called out from the doorway. “I can make you two dinner next time and I’ll hang something behind the headboard to cushion the wall.”
Oh good lord.
Kiki hit the locks on her key fob, slid into her car and after bringing the Vette to a roaring start, she got the hell out of there.
* * *
Hawk wandered around her big, fancy office in her big, fancy firm in a big, fancy brick office building in downtown Pittsburgh.
He did not belong here.
He did not fit.
Kiki was pure class.
He was...
Crass. And sometimes an ass. Ask anyone, they’d probably say more than sometimes.
Her fingernails clicked impatiently, or possibly even nervously, on her too-neat desk. “Hawk,” she started.
“Yeah, babe?”
He didn’t miss her eyes flick to her open office door. She didn’t want anyone to hear him call her that. Which cemented his suspicion.
“Regret bringin’ it down a notch?”
“A notch?” she asked, confusion crossing her face.
“Okay, a shitload of notches.”
“I don’t understand...”
“The other night.” He turned to face her, hands on his hips. “Bein’ with me.”
Her breath hissed out of her and then she bit her bottom lip, which made his dick twitch in his jeans.
She might be out of his league but she did it for him and he’d do anything to get a second shot at getting her back in his bed. Even if it meant having to patch the drywall behind his headboard again.
She frowned at his sudden grin. “Why are you here, Hawk?”
He shrugged. “Have an appointment.”
“Yes, my assistant announced that when she escorted you into my office, so I’m well aware of that. Though, you didn’t need to make one, I could’ve talked to you over the phone.”
“Wanted to see you.”
“Now that you’ve seen me, is there business you need to discuss?”
“Yep.”
His feet began to move him around her office again since he was too restless to take a seat.
She flipped a hand toward one of the expensive-looking chairs that sat in front of her expensive-looking desk. “Would you like to sit down?”
“Nope.”
“Hawk,” she said in a tone that reminded of him being scolded. Which brought his thoughts back to her wearing her glasses and looking like a naughty librarian. His eyes landed on her discarded glasses to the left of her computer keyboard.
“Need to put your glasses on?”
She blinked slowly at him then said just as slowly, “No?”
Too bad.
“Hawk,” she repeated and his dick kicked in his jeans, which now brought his thoughts to how badly he wanted to drive it deeply inside her.
She was scrambling his brain. “Need to make another appointment.”
Her eyebrows rose. “For what?”
“Babe. You know for what. Need one for tonight.”
She was silent for a moment. Hawk watched an expression cross her face he couldn’t recognize.
“You have no other available prospects?”
He ignored that. “Want you in my bed tonight.”
“Uh... Okay, I’ll let you know. Is that the only reason you’re here? I have a lot of work to do.”
“Nope.”
She dropped her head and sighed. He grinned. When she finally lifted it she asked, “What else then?”
“Wanna plan the community service I need to do.” This was his excuse to come see her. Not call. Not text. Not even fucking email. Walk into her office and see her in flesh and blood. Wearing one of those sexy-as-fuck skirts. Somehow, he needed to convince her to stand up and strut across the room, swinging her hips. Though, if she did that he might have to slam the door shut and fuck her against the wall.
“I read the judge’s order. You have three months to complete one hundred hours of community service. You have time.”
His brain did a one-eighty and slammed into reality. “Gonna knock that shit out.” He didn’t like this community service bullshit hanging over him. Get it done, and get rid of that noose hanging around his neck.
“How?”
“Gonna do a Dogs an’ Hogs fundraiser.” He had already run it past the executive committee during their meeting yesterday and they voted on it. The brothers thought it was a good idea. Not only would the money go to a charity that the club liked to support, it was good community relations, too.
“A what?”
“Dogs an’ Hogs.”
“What are you fundraising for?”
“Charity that supports vets with PTSD. Rescues dogs from the shelter an’ trains ‘em up for these guys.”
“And it’s a valid 501(c)(3) charity?”
A what? “Yeah.” At least he hoped so.
She planted bot
h palms on her desk and gave him a great big kilowatt smile. “Well, that’s a great idea! What’s the plan?”
“Pig roast with some extra shit.”
She laughed and his eyes were glued to her mouth when she did it. He wanted to take that mouth right now. Who cares who saw it.
“So, a typical biker party.”
“Open to the public. Not havin’ it on club property. Gonna rent the fairgrounds.”
“In Shadow Valley?”
“Yeah.”
She nodded. “Okay, that sounds like a good plan.”
He was relieved to see her on board. “Gonna help me.”
“Who?”
“You.”
Disappointment gripped him when her smile turned into a solemn frown. “I need to help you?”
“Yeah, judge said I’m your responsibility.”
Her frown deepened. “Well, no... that’s not exactly—”
“Heard it with my own two ears, babe.”
“Right. He was just being a hardhead. He clarified the order later that I just need to make sure that you—”
“Babe.”
“Yes?”
“You gotta sign off on my doin’ time, right?”
“Yes, I—”
“Then you gotta make sure I’m doin’ my time.”
“But I—”
“Babe.”
Kiki sighed. “Look, if you need help, I’m willing to help. It’s a good cause and I’m pleased you’re picking that particular one.”
He moved around the desk and stood over her, looking down into her face as she gazed up at him. Her red lips parted and he could almost hear her panting. Damn, he wanted to unzip his jeans and have her suck his dick right here in her office. Leave a lipstick ring right at the root. His eyes bounced to her open door again then back to her.
He lowered his voice. “Good to hear, babe. Tonight, come over, we’ll start discussin’ details.”
“We have to do it tonight?”
No, I gotta do you tonight. “Yeah, lots to plan. Gotta get started if we wanna get somethin’ done in the next few weeks.”
Kiki stared up at the man who now stood behind her desk. She wished he would either sit down or leave. She couldn’t get her thoughts straight with his bulk standing over her like that.
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