Filthy Love

by V. Theia

  “Have me however you want to have me, Hawk, I’m yours, always yours.”

  “Unravel on my cock, Gia.”

  Her slim hips were gonna have bruises. He held her too tight. The need too strong for Hawk to hold back this time.

  As he watched the pleasure completely mask her irises she moaned into his mouth, locked her legs around him and took the hard shoves he delivered with uncoordinated fury directing his body that resulted in one hell of a grunted fuck. She exploded and dragged Hawk down with her, he managed to break her sounds by swallowing them into his throat, so no dipshits out there heard what belonged only to him.

  “A little bit more, baby. Give me just a little bit more.” His thrusts slowed to stir her up again.

  “Jesus, Gia. I’ve fucking died missing you.”

  Hawk’s mouth began to feast. There was no other description, he couldn’t hold back, he had too much to make up for and with every indecent brushing of mouths his actions told her he belonged to her. He was her old man. The only one to put on the back of his bike, protect and love until he was in a pine box. Even then he’d be a perverted ghost hanging around her.

  In the aftermath of their heated tornado he pulled Gia to lay over him, his fingers feathered down the slope of her side, lulling her into a sleepy hum.

  “I was right here, Colton.”

  “I was giving you time to … get used to everything.”

  “Silly man.” She purred into his neck, vibrating the skin with her soft music.

  “Your heart is chained to mine,” puffing air against her temple, he kissed as he went, addicted to touching her, having her soften under his filthy hands.

  And the floodgates opened

  “I love you, Gia. Always fucking loved you, it’s worse than love, but I got no words for it. That’s it now, you own a monster.”

  “Finally,” Gia giggled. “It only took me a century to run you to ground, baby.”

  “You undo me, little bit.” Worshipping kisses trailed along her arched neck and when Gia fingered through his hair silently asking for more he swore he had some biblical shit epiphany. Knowing absolute that making her happy was his only task in life.

  He had his shot finally and he wasn’t gonna fuck it up.

  “I’m having a hard time keeping up with how fast you’re changing me.”

  “Don’t change. Just be you. I fell in love with Colton Hawk. Colton Hawk the badass, irritable biker is who I want to spend every hour of every day with.”

  Christ, his pulse jerked into high speed so fast lights winked in his vision.

  On top of everything, a burn had started in his torso. A wicked lick of intense heat wherever Gia tickled her fingertips.

  What was this? Was he having an aneurysm?

  It was goddamn happiness.

  “Tell me more, Colton.” She urged. Big blue eyes so pretty and filled with a smile implored him and like her servant his tongue went to town.

  “I craved you in every way a man can. Illegal, illicit ways. I wanted your body, your smile, your laughter in my ear. I wanted to soak in your intelligent, Gia. I wanted to become intoxicated in your strength and peace. I’ve died a thousand times each time you let me inside this perfect, fucking body, you know that? You’ve plug holes in me, you covered me in so much fucking light. Your monster worships every fucking inch of you.”

  His Gia smiled. Pressed a kiss to his lips. Whispered how she adored him. He was a fucking giant in her praise. “I made us go without one another all this time, Gia. I’ll make it up to you. Every day I’ll make it better.”

  Flawless kisses chased over his cheeks and eyelids.

  “You already have. I only wanted you, Colton.”

  “That means, little bit, I’ll fight as hard as I have to, I’ll be so fucking filthy to keep you happy and satisfied because I can’t live a second without you. I’ll get down in the soil and the brimstone to keep you smiling, no matter what I gotta do. I’ll be as creepy as it’s needed if the end results are making you happy. Your happiness is my redemption and my peace. The devil himself wouldn’t fucking dare get in my way of me doing my job. I love you with every cracked ache of my heart. With my dying breath you will be my only. My one. My true.”

  As calm as he felt his heart ramped up in speed.

  “Wow. I’m dreaming.” She giggled.

  Satisfaction sucker punched his self-confessed addicted self as he dipped back for seconds by brushing the hair from Gia’s face to kiss her. Once, twice. Her lips an invitation he wouldn’t refuse again. “I wanted to fuck you dangerously the first time I saw you. When you bounced out of the house to say hey to your brother. I sat on my bike while my brain fucking exploded because I was seeing you. I felt like a deviant. You knocked the air out of my lungs, Gia. I wanted to crawl under your dress the night of your prom. I was insanely jealous of that punk. I wanted to send you home with your thighs smeared in virgin blood. No, that’s a fucking lie. I wanted to keep you and take care of all your aches until you couldn’t walk for days and I’d have to carry you around like my prize and my peace.”

  And look at him now.

  The luckiest prick on two legs holding his woman, cuddled naked and wet from her pleasure, with the privilege of lowering his hard body over hers with the purpose of giving her a filthy, unruly night of a satisfied fuck.

  Whenever. Wherever. When she needed him.

  She was soft, and welcoming posed in such a way that sex automatically intruded his brain like a fucking SWAT team on crack. He’d never get enough of Gia Marinos, not for as long as his worthless dick had get-up-and-go rushing through it.

  “You’re giving me so many words right now, Hawk. I feel like I should be recording them in case I wake up from my coma.” She giggled when he tickled her ribs.

  She was gonna drive him crazy.

  She’d keep him on his toes.

  She mewled making noises Hawk had never heard a woman make before her. Noises he couldn’t truly accept weren’t pained sounds until he saw the look of rapture on her face. She was all over him all at once, with hands and her sweet body and her soaked pussy leaving a trail on his stomach and the top of his head nearly blew off. He bellowed out a sigh, held onto her hips as if misery already wasn’t his usual cologne she’d just made it worse, hadn’t she?

  “Christ, you’re never gonna give me a minute’s peace, are you, little bit? I’ll never get a full night’s sleep again, you’ll be crawling all over your man demanding I take care of this hungry, too-tight body. What the fuck have I created?”

  She smiled her sweetness. Batting her goddamn lashes at him like she didn’t already know she ruled him heart and dick. “I just need… a little something.”

  “What I have for you isn’t little. You’ll feel it in your chest, now open your legs and let me see where it throbs.”

  Another rousing round, Hawk collapsed on the bed, lungs protesting so much exertion. “Did I kill you? You’re pretty old. I keep forgetting that.” She dared laugh crawling up beside him, Gia tucked her smaller body into his ribs where she belonged.

  His brow was arrogant. “Didn’t I just show you what your old man could achieve?” He’d thought about taking her in this room so many times. He thought of her house as his home, and soon as he had the keys to the new place in six month they’d have their house together. But now he had a hot, satisfying memory of Gia cuddled in his twin bed, wet and pleasured.

  “Mmm, you did. I loved it. I love you, Colton.”

  He gave her more words. He owed her so many. All the sentiments and vows he kept bottled in his chest. “I love you so much it’s fucking excruciating. I love you to my bones, Gia. When I was ill with loving you, I couldn’t stop.” Like he’d waited a whole goddamn lifetime to unburden himself from the secret of loving her.

  “You’ve given me things no one ever has in my life.” She told him with a smile etched on the most perfect pair of distracting lips. “I’ve loved you my whole life it feels like even before I knew you and I’l
l love you for the rest of it until death puts me in the ground.”

  Words over actions, he told himself. Then he could suck on her mouth.

  Fingers tiptoed across his chest, traced her name. He wanted to add to his ink one day. He wanted to put Gia all over his skin. “Hm. Then I suppose you’ll hunt me down in the afterlife, won’t you, baby? Because no one will ever again keep Hawk and Gia apart.”

  There was only one answer to that and he gave it instantly. Fingertips traced goosebumps on her skin. “Yeah,” he’d find her anywhere. “You fucking freed me, little bit. My old lady rescued me from bad shit and now I can spend the rest of my life doing what I was born to do and that’s cater to your every fucking need and want until you’re a whimpering, little mess. I waited ten lifetimes. It feels like.”

  For once it was his Gia who was tongue tied and he took satisfaction in knowing he’d given her what she needed when her eyes filled, and she smiled. Her hand pushed between the inch of space separating them. “What you looking for, little bit?”

  The second her hand touched his cock his neck corded, he was hard and wanting, as if hours’ worth of lovemaking hadn't happened.

  “Think you can crawl up here and get that pussy on my mouth? I wanna devour you until your voice is ruined. C’mere, little bit, you know how to climb your man and make him work for it, don’t you? Make my mouth juicy.”

  Of course, she did. His Gia scaled him like a professional rock climber and made him work to get her off again grinding her pliable body she left his tongue in a paralyzed state thirty minutes later.

  Content he had her in his arms, idly listening to the partying going on outside the door. He would have been right there with his brothers not so long ago. Looking for a false high, something to quieten the noise and desperation of loving a woman out of his league. Now he was happy to leave them to it and bask in sweetness in his arms.

  “What are you thinking about?” She asked sleepily.

  “Marriage.”

  A beat of a second. “Oh.”

  A few more seconds. His heart going nuts. “Will you marry me and be Mrs sociopath, little bit?”

  Bursting with laughter Gia crawled all over him again. His gut gathered with renewed hunger. Jesus. She really was gonna kill him.

  “You know I will. You absolutely know I will, Colton.”

  Hawk smirked and roped her down by the back of her neck ready to meet her mouth.

  Turned out he could have everything he’d always wanted.

  He’d just needed to get a little filthy first.

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  “It’s not the end. This is just our beginning.” - Gia

  There was no pause in Ajax’s step when he climbed out of his rig. He’d driven all night and the tiredness though heavy inside his body, didn’t hinder his powerful steps. He remembered every time walking through the doors of this MC and how he felt being the VP. Proud. Powerful. Trusted.

  But that was a long time ago.

  Too late to change and make it different now.

  But he could do this one thing.

  The envelope clutched in his hand, he strode through his son’s club, noting the eyes on him, each of them loyal to his boy. And how it should be.

  He found Rider in his office with the other man he came to see.

  Two fucking birds and one stone he supposed.

  “Dad?” Rider’s eyes narrowed. Not a surprise. Their relationship was damaged at best and irreparable at worst.

  He noted the VP moved to side with his boy.

  Again, as it should be. As Ajax himself had done all the years he’d VP’ed for Rex.

  His fucking brother.

  The traitor.

  Didn’t take him a lot of digging, and plying Rex with a lot of scotch to get him talking either.

  “What you doin’ here?”

  He threw the envelope down on the desk.

  “Think you better look at that. It’s what I could get out of Rex about his Russian deal. He fixed it so the bratva would pick up Gia.”

  Hawk growled like an animal.

  There would be time later for apologies.

  “No one fucks with my family. Let’s take that arrogant brother of mine down, Rider.”

  And then Ajax closed the door to talk to his son and his daughter’s man. He couldn’t fix a lot, Ajax knew. Probably not with either man looking at him with suspicion. But stopping his own brother before he could harm his son, his son’s legacy? That he would do.

  He wasn’t called Mad-dog for nothing.

  ******

  Hawk took Gia home riding the back of his hard, rumbling motorcycle she not so secretly loved being on behind him later that same night. Love-drunk and with her belly rumbling, he’d carried her into her house like she was Cinderella home late from the ball and then made her a pile of cheese toast she would need a week to eat her way through.

  It was much later still she woke up in a cold bed alone with only the snuffling snores of her pup to alert her Hawk was nowhere in the house.

  She found him on the back porch sitting in one of the recently bought padded chairs she’d fallen in love with. He was barefoot, wearing a pair of sweatpants that formed to his legs and ass to perfection and caused her clit to pulse whenever he wore them. With definite dick-print qualities.

  She had an Instagram and knew what that meant now.

  She was a little dick-print obsessed with him if she were truthful.

  Her fiancé. Holy Mother of God. She was engaged to Colton Hawk.

  Seventeen-year-old Gia had no idea of the kind of euphoria that was in her future. She wished she could go back and tell her younger self on the same night she first saw him, that one day, that big angry man would belong to her and love her so deeply and to just have a little faith in time and patience.

  It would all work out.

  He said they’d choose an engagement ring this weekend, but she truly didn’t need one. She had everything she’d ever wanted. She was back in the state she loved with her brother and his family. She had a beautiful puppy, a little house she loved, and her practice was slowly growing again.

  Most of all she had Hawk.

  When a woman loved and felt loved in return all the other things weren’t so important anymore.

  Hawk loved her. No, he adored her and showed her with his every action. Not to mention blowing her mind with all the closely guarded sentiments he unleashed earlier.

  He loved her and that was more than enough for Gia.

  Hawk turned instantly when the door closed behind her to show his hoodie unzipped down to his belly button displaying his bare chest and the tattoo of her name.

  She’d pulled on a thick pair of his socks and an oversized (on her) sweatshirt of his in her haste to go and find her man at 3:30 in the morning. By Gia soon-to-Hawk law as she’d told him recently all his clothes now in their bedroom meant she was permitted to wear them any time. Each time he saw her in one of his tees he got this look on his face like he was so pleased something of his was on her body.

  Making him happy would always be her favorite thing to do.

  Soon as she let the back door close his head came up and even though it was dark he scowled. She just knew he was wearing his famous scowl. “Gia, your legs. It’s freezing out here.”

  She didn’t feel it. How could she? She was freaking affianced to Colton freaking Hawk! She’d never feel anything other than the champagne fizz in her blood again.

  It was cloud nine kind of delirium.

  Taking the necessary steps that separated them she climbed into his lap, he tucked her legs in and rubbed her calf.

  “Where’s Killer? She usually follows you.”

  “Khaleesi Stormborn is fast asleep on your pillow. She misses her daddy.”

  Hawk snorted. He wouldn’t confide he loved their dog just as much as Khaleesi Stormborn soon-to-be-Hawk adored her master.

  Nuzzling his beard, Gia listened to the Colorado night. She felt at home on his lap. “W
hy are you awake?”

  “I feel weird.”

  She checked his forehead first with her lips and then the back of her hand. Normal temperature. “Sick?”

  He laughed his Hawk noise. Kissed her cheek in return. “Happy,” he said quiet and rough. “I feel happy.”

  Because he absolutely meant happiness felt weird for him Gia didn’t chuckle. She gently cupped his face, her thumbs running over his close clipped beard and kissed him.

  He was so fucking cute.

  She did see his scowl this time and he gusted a sigh in her face. “Did I do it again, little bit?”

  She grinned nodding.

  “Dammit,” he said quietly with no heat behind it. He mouthed her shoulder.

  “You’re just a naturally cute guy, better get used to it.”

  She heard his smile. “Only to you.”

  “Good. Anyone else finds what you say and do cute I’ll cut them.”

  He grunted. “You turn me on when you turn violent. Come on, I gotta get you out of the cold.” He rose with her in his arms. Gia would happily be carried anywhere by him.

  “Colton?”

  “Hmm?” He locked up behind them and was halfway towards their bedroom.

  “I’m so happy you’re happy.”

  And right there in the hallway half way between the bedroom and kitchen he gave her the most devastating grin she felt deep in her belly.

  It had taken a lifetime for Gia to crawl steadily into Hawk’s solitude and make a place for herself. To have him accept her right at his side and for him to know she only wanted to exist with him.

  Love chose them.

  And it chose them when they were in two different places in their lives.

  So, love waited, and it waited.

  It never waned, in fact her love was stronger now than it ever had been.

  Their secret love was finally in the light.

  When Hawk said he was addicted and obsessed with her she didn’t know if he fully understood yet she felt the exact same way about him. Maybe after 70 years of marriage he’d get it.