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by St. James, Jeanne


  She chuckled at what sounded like him “suffering” because he wouldn’t be the one in control. “You’re going to stop resisting?”

  “Fuck, babe. Can’t fight you. So, gonna lay back an’ let you ride me like a rodeo queen.”

  “Yee haw,” she whispered.

  He slapped her ass and shouted, “Yee fuckin’ haw!”

  With a laugh, she rose up, grabbed his shaft and sank down on him. Then both of them were no longer laughing. She sighed and he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as she rose and fell on him at a slow pace.

  “Been too long,” he grumbled.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “So fuckin’ tight.”

  “Yes,” she hissed again, arching her back, grinding her hips, grabbing both of her nipples between her fingers to twist and pull them. She cried out, throwing her head back.

  “Eyes to me,” he grunted.

  Kiki dropped her chin and held his gaze, still tweaking her nipples. Her mouth parted and little puffs of breath escaped as she slid up and down his long length.

  “Belong right where you are, babe.”

  “Yes.”

  “On my dick, in my bed, in my house.”

  “Yes, honey,” she breathed.

  He slid his arms around her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass, trying to control the pace. He wanted her to speed up.

  She was in no rush. She’d waited too long to get him back inside her. She wasn’t going to have it end too soon.

  “Gotta go faster, babe.”

  “No, Hawk. I’m good.” She could tell by the expression on his face he wasn’t. She rocked her hips back and forth and he ground his teeth hard enough she could see it.

  “Faster, babe.”

  “Uh-uh.”

  “Fuckin’ Christ,” he barked, squeezing his eyes closed and blowing out a breath.

  “Eyes on me, honey,” Kiki echoed.

  He rocked his head back and forth. “Ain’t gonna last.”

  “Eyes on me,” she repeated. And when his eyes popped open, she released one of her nipples and found her clit with her fingers. She pressed, circled and tweaked until her walls closed in around him, squeezing tight.

  “Babe,” he said like a warning.

  “Yes, honey?” she asked, as his hips rose and she lowered. He was hitting the perfect spot deep inside her.

  “Drippin’ down my balls.”

  “Do you like that?”

  “Fuckin’ love it.”

  “How much do you love it?”

  “Not as much as you.”

  Kiki stilled, she planted her hands on his chest again and leaned forward. “Say again?”

  “Get so wet, love you drippin’ down my balls.”

  Kiki’s breath rushed out of her. She must have misheard him. That was all. She pushed it out of her mind and began to move again. “Make me come, Hawk.”

  His thumb pressed to her clit and with his words, “Babe, gonna make you come then gonna blow my load deep inside you,” she came, her walls contracting around him.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, his hips shooting off the bed and as he pulsated, spilling himself deep inside her, she came once again, the ripples more intense this time. She cried out his name and he threw his head back, watching her ride the last wave.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful, babe.”

  “Me or the sex?”

  “Both.”

  “Good answer.” She leaned over and pressed her mouth to his. He took her gently, sweeping his tongue over her lips and into her mouth. He deepened the kiss, cupping her cheek.

  Finally, she broke it off and pressed her forehead to his. “Next time I’m going to be under you.”

  “Yeah.”

  She smiled. “Now that proves I’m almost completely healed, I need to go home and get back to work, too.”

  Hawk was silent for a moment, then said, “You’re home.”

  She pushed up to a seated position, his cock still planted deep inside her. “My condo.”

  He frowned. “Break your lease.”

  She pulled off her glasses, folded them carefully and handed them to him to set aside on the nightstand. Which he did. “I don’t have a lease. I own it.”

  “Outright?”

  “Well, the mortgage company and I own it.”

  He reached up and grabbed a lock of her hair, winding it around his finger. “Okay, then. Sell or rent it.”

  “Why?”

  He tugged on the lock. “You’re not leavin’.”

  “Hawk.”

  “Babe.”

  It was a stand-off. One Hawk clearly thought he was going to win. “I’m not commuting into the office every day from here.”

  He softened enough to slip out of her, but when she went to shift off him he held her in place with his hands. “Quit your job.”

  “What?” Was he serious?

  “Quit your fuckin’ job.”

  Oh good lord, he was serious. “And do what? That’s just crazy!”

  His powerful shoulders lifted and fell as he shrugged. “Start your own practice.”

  “Where? Here? In Shadow Valley?”

  “Yeah, babe. Twenty minutes to the ‘burgh if you need to get there.”

  “On a good day. Starting a new practice isn’t so easy, you know.”

  “Will help you get clients.”

  Her brows shot up her forehead. “Oh great.”

  His lips twitched. “You can defend all the people asshole Axel arrests. Be a thorn in his side.”

  “That’s not nice.”

  “Family fucked Z over, so don’t give a shit.”

  “Yes, I got that, but this has nothing to do with Z or Axel or their family... Honey, I make good money where I’m at.”

  “Bar makes good money.”

  She sighed impatiently. “I make really good money. A local practice isn’t going to bring that kind of money home. And, don’t forget, I need a new car.”

  “With your kind of scratch, Jag’ll make you a really sweet custom ride.”

  She made a noise. “I don’t need an old Impala that has a suspension lift and hydraulics with switches on the dashboard. Decked out with fuzzy dice and spinners.”

  Hawk’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his lips twitched. “We’re bikers, babe, not gangbangers. This is Shadow Valley, not the barrio.”

  “I know,” she huffed, unable to hide her smile.

  “You ain’t gettin’ any of that shit.”

  “Good.”

  “Jag got good taste.”

  “Like Ivy.”

  “Like Ivy,” Hawk agreed. “Fuckin’ master at customs.” As an afterthought, he added, “And redheads.”

  “It’ll be easier for me to head to the dealer and pick out something new. With a warranty. And no shag carpet on the dash.”

  Hawk snorted. “Gonna return that Jesus bobble head, then.”

  “Well, hold off on that. I could see that glued to the dashboard of my new Vette.”

  “Even I would spank your ass for shit like that.”

  “Hmm. That sounds like a challenge.”

  “Still healin’ those cracked ribs. No spankin’ yet.”

  “I’ll have to just get off on the anticipation.”

  He grunted. “Yeah, do that.” He wiggled his fingers. “My palm’s itchin’ right now.”

  “But seriously, Hawk. I need to get back...” Her words faded off.

  “Back to what? Your life?”

  “Yes. To work, to my place. I need to get back on track.”

  “That track include me?”

  She leaned over and brushed her lips over his. “Yes, honey, it does.”

  He grinned. “Then you’re gettin’ rid of your place an’ movin’ in here.”

  She arched a brow at him. “Just like that?”

  “Yep. Just like that.”

  “Are you going to make me your ol’ lady?”

  He blinked. Then something crossed his face. She had no idea what. “Want that?”


  “What does it all entail?”

  Hawk barked out a laugh. “Jesus.”

  “I have to know what I’m getting into.”

  “Right,” he muttered.

  “If it means you plan on being a dictator and bossing me around... let me clarify that, trying to boss me around, I’m not sure I’m agreeable to that.”

  “The only dick you’re getting is mine deep inside your cunt.”

  “Sweet and so romantic.”

  He shrugged again while pushing to sit up, Kiki still straddling his lap. He shifted until he was leaning against the headboard.

  Kiki had a feeling he was starting to take this conversation much more seriously. She curled her hand around the back of his neck as he spread his fingers along her hips. “Tell me what you want from me,” she whispered.

  “Just you, babe.”

  She shook her head. “It’s not that simple. I know that. You know that.”

  His nostrils flared. “Right. Want you to be my ol’ lady.”

  “Then tell me what that entails.”

  Hawk regarded the woman sitting naked in his lap. She had a freshly fucked look, one that showed she was satisfied, her hair long and wild as it fell over her shoulders and tits, her eyes soft but curious with their line of conversation.

  He was stepping into dangerous territory because he truly did want Kiki to become his ol’ lady. Though, as much as he wanted that, as much as he tried to imagine it the last couple of weeks, he wasn’t sure, once again, if it would work. Whether her tying herself down with someone like him, a biker, would be enough for her.

  As much as he wished it would be, truth was that he couldn’t be sure that it would.

  And that scared the fuck out of him. Not as much as what happened a couple weeks ago scared the fuck out of him. But it was a close second.

  He thought he lost her then. He didn’t want to lose her now.

  But he couldn’t get out of his head any of the words her ex-husband said. That night in the restaurant and again that day in Kiki’s hospital room.

  He hated to admit it, but the guy had a clue.

  “We’ll make it what you wanna make it.”

  Kiki drew a finger over his chest. “Now I know and you know that’s not how it works. You belong to a club with some rules. Some ancient, misogynistic rules, albeit. But, no matter what, you follow those rules, you live that life. And, honey, you’re the VP, for crissakes. You aren’t going to give that up nor would I ask you to. So,” she leaned forward, her lips a hair’s breadth from his, “tell me what being your ol’ lady entails.”

  “You’d be mine,” he answered simply.

  “I’m already yours,” she answered back, which made something in his chest tighten.

  “Yeah, but like mine.”

  “Okay, got that part. I’m okay with that.”

  She wasn’t getting it. Then suddenly she was. Her mouth became an O. “You mean I’d be your property.”

  Jesus fuck, he didn’t want to admit that to her.

  “You’d own me.”

  Goddamn.

  “Or at least, according to your brothers you would.”

  Where was she going with this?

  “Does Ace own your mom?”

  He blinked.

  “Does Jag own Ivy?”

  He opened his mouth, but she wasn’t done.

  “Does Zak own Sophie?”

  He shut his mouth.

  “Because what I’ve witnessed with them has been nothing but deep love and respect.”

  Jesus.

  “Now, Grizz can be a bit grumpy with his wife.”

  “Yeah,” he finally grunted.

  “But it’s easy to see that he loves her to death, too.”

  That was true. Both Grizz and Mama Bear griped at each other, but they’d been together forever and would be until the day they died. And Grizz would continue to be the thorn in Mama Bear’s side even in the afterlife, if there was one.

  Hawk grinned.

  “So, if that’s what being an ol’ lady entails, then it doesn’t look horrible to me.”

  Hawk’s grin widened. “Babe,” he started.

  Apparently, she still wasn’t finished.

  “I love you, Hawk.”

  Jesus. His chest squeezed and he struggled to breathe. As much as he wanted to accept those words from her, to take them just as they were, he was still worried that she had no idea what she was getting into. He didn’t want her to decide she made a mistake down the road. When he was so far gone, he’d never recover if she decided his life wasn’t for her. He needed her to be sure. So he needed to make sure that she was sure. That her decisions were solid. As much as he wanted her to move in and become his ol’ lady, he also didn’t want her to make a mistake by falling too fast and too hard. Because he’d already done that.

  “You sure, babe?”

  “Sure about what?”

  “Loving me.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

  “Not good enough for you. You deserve better.”

  “Oh, okay. Well, that settles that.”

  “Babe, seriously, know you got a good life. Wanna give you a good life, too, but it ain’t gonna be what you had with that... that... Landon.” He hated that name. Just like he hated the fact that that douchebag had been there before him.

  “Thank fuck!”

  His jaw dropped at her exclamation. He wasn’t sure he liked her cursing like that. He must be rubbing off on her. Which might not be a good thing. He liked having a classy piece of ass in his bed...

  As long as that ass was attached to Kiki.

  “If you start nailing our teenage neighbor we’re going to have a problem.” She lowered her voice. “Hawk, honestly, my life felt empty. It’s now full because of you. Because you are in it. Your family is in it. And by family, I don’t just mean your blood relatives.”

  He shook his head. “Afraid you’re gonna wake up one day an’ realize your mistake.”

  “I didn’t know you had a crystal ball.”

  “Ain’t stupid.”

  She sighed and cupped his cheek, brushing a thumb over his jaw that needed a shave. “No, you aren’t. Not at all. So, let’s try this again, big man... I love you.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah?” she squeaked.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  “Oh good lord,” she whispered and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Hawk...”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  She sighed dramatically. He laughed and then twisted until he had her on her back and he was above her on his hands and knees, face to face.

  “Say it again,” he demanded, pinning her gaze with his.

  “What?” she teased, a small smile pulling at her lips.

  “Know what,” he grumbled.

  “I love you?”

  “Without the question mark.”

  “Ah. Let me try it again.” She cupped his cheek. “I love you.”

  “Babe.”

  “Yeah?”

  He curled his fingers around the back of her neck and pressed his lips to hers, whispering, “Me, too.”

  Epilogue

  “Gotta stop with that lipstick, babe,” Hawk griped as he approached Kiki sitting at the private bar at church. He scrubbed at his lips with his thumb.

  She swatted a dismissing hand his direction. “What am I going to wear then?”

  “Nothin’.”

  “I can’t wear nothin’!”

  Hawk’s mouth twisted as his ol’ lady mocked him. Since she had been fully healed for a while now, nothing stopped him from taking her over his knee. “Brothers are bustin’ my ass. Come into church my mouth the same color as yours.”

  “So?”

  He cocked an eyebrow her direction. “Whataya mean, so?”

  “Who cares?”

  He ducked behind the bar and grabbed a couple shot glasses. “Me. Can’t go into a meetin’ wearin’ lipstick like a fuckin’ bitch.”

  Kiki snickered.
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  “Ain’t funny, babe.”

  She lifted a hand, pretending to control herself. Even her faking was a fail. “I’m trying to picture it.”

  He shook his head as he poured them both a whiskey. “Don’t have to. They don’t tell me first, just snap pics with their fuckin’ phones then laugh their asses off. Got plenty of evidence out there.” He came around the bar and slid in between her and the next stool.

  “Out where?”

  “There. There!” He waved an impatient hand over his head. “Interspace.”

  A squeak came from his woman. He was glad she was finding all of this amusing.

  “You mean cyberspace?”

  “What-fuckin’-ever.”

  Kiki’s snicker turned into a full-blown laugh. “Poor baby.”

  “Yeah. Gotta do somethin’ to make up for my hurt feelin’s.”

  “Do I now?”

  “Yep.”

  “What do you suggest?”

  “Gettin’ on your knees might give you an idea.”

  “Ah, so you want lipstick on your cock instead.”

  “Better place for it.”

  Kiki bit her bottom lip. She planted a hand on Hawk’s chest and leaned into him. “Maybe I won’t kiss you goodbye when I leave for my office in the morning.”

  “Ain’t a good solution.”

  “No? How about I just apply my lipstick after I get into my car?”

  “Yeah,” he grunted, sliding a hand under the fall of her hair and down her back. “But don’t do it while you’re drivin’.”

  Watching her smile up at him made him think about what a lucky fucker he was.

  “Understood.”

  Hawk hooked a hand around her hip and pulled her even closer. “How’d it go today?”

  Her smile flattened. He hated that he was the one to make that happen.

  “Tom wasn’t happy.”

  “To be expected,” he muttered.

  “I’m not so thrilled myself.”

  He sighed. “Babe.”

  “It’s just that it’s going to be a long road ahead with me opening a new office and trying to find clients.”

  “Gonna be fine.”

  “Tom actually suggested I open a satellite office in the Valley and put his name on the letterhead.”

  “Fuck that.”

  She nudged him in the chest with her shoulder. “I’d figured that would be your response to his suggestion.”

  “All that money goes in your pocket, not his.”

 

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