Hawke
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He made me feel so beautiful.
He let me work him, in and out slowly. It was remarkable how full I felt, like he was touching every nerve inside of me, rubbing it so tingles built. I wanted it harder as I went. I slammed down on him, seeking that explosive jolt of pleasure he’d later tell me was my g-spot. I threw my head back and he sat up, taking my nipple in to his mouth and thrusting inside me in such a perfect angle, rubbing along that spot…
“You’re tightening,” he whispered, sucking fiercely at my skin. “Fuck me, Tyler.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rocked into him, every inch of me burning. I whimpered and came, chanting his name like I chanted it last night. I felt his mouth at my neck, licking, his teeth scraping against my bare flesh, hard enough to leave marks.
“So good,” he groaned breathlessly, moving into me one last time before he came, his head buried between my neck and shoulder.
He flopped back down on his back, taking me with him. Still half-erect inside me, he ran his hand up and down my back as we caught our breaths. God, I could do that every day. Every hour of every day.
Hawke made my chest full and yet ache at the same time. I wondered if I was the same for him. Judging by the way he looked at me, I was inclined to think I was.
“What are you going to do about Abram?” I asked sometime later, tracing circles along his pecs.
He sighed. “I don’t know yet, babe.”
“Did he really send those guys?”
“It looks like it, but…fuck, I never took him for an idiot.”
I frowned. “If this is all to avenge his stupid cousin, I’d say there’s something else, something you don’t know about.”
Hawke went quiet, and then he murmured, “Maybe.”
Hawke
He lied.
If Abram was behind this, he knew exactly what he wanted.
Tyler.
thirty
Tyler
I had dozed back to sleep, and when I woke up, Hawke was gone. I showered quickly and changed before going downstairs and into the bar area, searching for him. Music was on in the background. Marshall, Shay and Holly were tending to the mess and Jesse was already installing new windows. Hawke, Hector and Gus were nowhere to be seen.
“Where are they?” I’d asked Marshall.
“After last night’s shit-fest, they’re in the meeting room to sort the mess out,” he answered, distractedly.
“Oh. Do you know how long they’ll be?”
“No idea.”
“Not allowed to go in either?”
“They were all in a shit mood, Ty. I wouldn’t step foot anywhere near that room. They’re trying to get ahold of Abram, and it’s not going so well right now.”
Shit. Things were going to get ugly.
All because of Yuri.
Yuri!
How stupid was that?!
I couldn’t help but feel responsible. If I’d just gone to my room that night, none of this would have happened. I felt a pang in my chest.
I looked around glumly. “Do you need any help?”
“Yeah, help us with the glass, honey.”
Happy not to think, I grabbed another hand broom and dustpan and kneeled down, piling up all the loose pieces of glass. Holly found her way next to me.
“Was it bad?” she asked me quietly.
“It could have been worse,” I replied.
“I heard Hector got hurt, but I didn’t get to see how bad.” Her voice was neutral, but I caught the curiosity in her expression.
I nodded. “He’ll be alright, though.”
After we cleaned the surface and floor of glass, I was safe to turn on all the fans around the room. It was horribly hot and my hair was sticking to my skin. Jesse wasn’t doing too well in the heat either. He stripped down to his boxers, throwing his suit neatly over a chair. Holly nudged me and gestured to him with a huge smile. “He’s pretty easy on the eyes, huh?” she said.
I faintly smiled back. “Why don’t you keep him company?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, hell no. Jesse’s been a dick to me ever since…” she paused, her face falling.
I waited for her to say more. “Ever since what?”
“Less talk and more cleaning, bitches!” Shay yelled over the music, giving us a pointed look.
Holly rolled her eyes and moved away, and then Shay proceeded to take her spot saying, “Hector’s going to need an Advil when he gets back.”
“Thanks for letting me know,” I sarcastically replied.
“He’s in a lot of pain. I might take him up some breakfast. He’ll like that too, right?”
I stood straighter, giving her a look. “Didn’t you just say less talk and more cleaning?”
She gestured to Holly. “I was talking to that little hooker over there. Look at her, she’s giving me evil eyes.”
Holly hadn’t even glanced at her. “She’s not doing anything, Shay.”
Shay scoffed and looked me over. “Thought you were on my side, Ty-ger.”
I groaned.
She smiled. “See what I did there? Ty-ger.”
“Yeah, yeah, I see what you did there.”
“Smart, huh?”
“Oh yeah, totally ingenious.”
She looked real chuffed and I abruptly left her, making an excuse that I needed to give Jesse some water, and I really did just so that my excuse seemed legit. He set his measuring tool down and took the bottle, gulping most of the thing down, and then proceeding to throw the rest of the water of his face. From my peripheral, I saw Holly sigh longingly and I bit back a grin.
“Do you need any help?” I asked him.
He smirked, looking me over. “Oh, yeah.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Sit on my face.”
“Cut it out, Jesse,” I said, irritated. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, shit, you’re glum,” he replied caringly. “What’s wrong, sweets?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He dropped his head to my level. “It doesn’t look like nothing. In fact…I think you need a bit of cheering up, sweetness.”
“Nah, Jesse, don’t even bother. I don’t want a pity party, or you telling me how hard and big you are or any of those things you constitute as cheering me up.”
“I’m not gonna talk about my cock, Ty. Unless you want me to.”
“Jesse, stop.”
“What’s this about then?”
“I’m upset because this whole fucking drama with Abram is my fault.”
Jesse shot me a perplexed look. “How is it your fault?”
“Because Yuri wanted me, and he might not have asked for me if I wasn’t around.”
“That’s stupid, Ty. I thought you were smarter than that. Yuri was a fucking asshole, and none of this is your fault. Now I know I have to cheer you up.”
“Don’t, Jesse.”
Ignoring me, he looked up at the girls and said, “Put something more decent on! I gotta cheer up rainbow kitten over here.”
“Metallica?” Shay excitedly asked, already leafing through CDs next to the stereo.
“No, not fuckin’ Metallica,” he retorted in disgust. “I mean, how the fuck is Metallica cheerful?”
“It was a suggestion.”
“It was a terrible fucking suggestion, Shay. What’s wrong with you?”
Shay’s face fell. “Too many people ask me that question,” she said brokenly.
“Aw, no. Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I don’t give a fuck, Shay. I’m trying to cheer Tyler up, not you. I don’t give a fuck about how you’re feeling. Now I want something fun on. Something I can dance to. I got mad skills, ladies. I am a beast in need of some tunes.”
Holly was already pressing buttons and looking for a particular song. Then she stopped and gave us a thumbs up and the beats flooded in.
Uptown Funk.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jesse shouted before he
ran a finger down my face. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, muffin.”
At first, it didn’t seem like he was doing anything. I looked at him confusedly before I saw it…or rather, felt it. My eyes dropped down to his body moving, his pelvic thrusting to the beat of the song. At the same time, he started snapping his fingers.
“Oh, my god,” I muttered, already looking away. “Really, Jesse?”
Jesse swiftly moved back into my line of sight and got into his dance mode, busting moves so smooth it looked like he’d rehearsed them. They were also ridiculously sexy. Especially when he swayed his hips and sang to the song, moving to me with his half-naked glistening body.
Oh, god.
His eyes turned crazy and he pulled a few ridiculous facial expressions and I couldn’t resist laughing at the serious look on his face. This guy was crazy. I shoved his chest back as he neared and that only seemed to encourage him. He spun around me, gripping a chunk of my hair at one point to lip sync in my ear.
“I wanna funk you up,” he growled.
I pushed him away again and this time he turned around and bent over, twerking to perfection, his ass against my stomach. I covered my face in embarrassment and exploded with laughter until my ribs ached.
“Oh, my God, you’re insane,” I yelled at him.
He stood back up, running his hands down his tattooed body sensually before he took me by the hand and pulled me to him. Still lip syncing. Still with that serious diva look on his face. I was red with laughter, surprised even that my own body was starting to rock with the beat. The fucker was infectious, and he just made me forget everything.
“Now that’s a smile!” he cheered, gripping me around the hips.
He was right.
He’d cheered me the fuck up.
Unbelievable.
I hugged him, even while he continued to practically hump me, I kept my arms wrapped around his neck, thanking him. He stopped and hugged me back too, kissing me on the neck before he pulled away and migrated his sensuous dance moves to Holly and Shay.
The girls melted right into him.
*
The guys stepped out of the room after an hour. By then, the bar room was almost back to normal, but Jesse was still working on the windows. I was standing next to him, laughing at the way he occasionally bucked his hips to the music in the background, when they came through the door.
Hector looked like shit, Gus was angry, and Hawke was…well, Hawke. He moved into the room, catching sight of me quickly before shifting his gaze to Jesse and how close he was to me, still bucking his hips, still sweating in nothing but his boxers.
“Distance,” he said to me sternly on his way to the table in the far back. He collapsed into it and Holly quickly stopped by to give him a beer.
“Hector, baby,” Shay cooed loudly, wrapping her arms around Hector as he sat on the stool, “I got you Advil. You want Advil?”
Hector forcefully removed her arms and pushed her back. “Stop.”
“But I stopped by at the pharmacy. Wait and I’ll grab a couple tablets –”
“Fuck sake, Shay, I need some fucking room to breathe without you breathing down my FUCKING NECK!”
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Shay dropped her arms to her side, looking startled and bug-eyed. Honestly, I wanted her to slap him for hollering at her because, no matter how ridiculously obsessed she was with him, she was just trying to help.
Instead, she nodded profusely and replied, “No worries, baby. You’re sore and need room to breathe.”
Girl had no spine for him.
I cringed and Holly shot me a wide-eyed look, concealing her smile as she moved to serve Gus who had just dropped into the chair next to Hawke.
“Anyone making any food?” Gus asked, looking over at me. “Some eggs and bacon, maybe? Think there’s something in the fridge you ladies can cook up. Anyone? Tyler?”
I nodded heartily. “Oh, yeah, just change my name to Doormat and I’d be happy to assist.”
Jesse and Holly laughed, and Gus glowered. “That fuckin’ tongue on you Tyler is too much sometimes.”
“Shall I censor myself around you, Gus?”
“I’m being fucking serious. Cut it the fuck out. We’re fucking tired. We got a war on the horizon with a fucking lunatic who wants to possibly put the club into the ground, and now it’s your fucking attitude. Soon, we’ll have those self-entitled fucking cockroaches asking for more money, and it’ll be more money out the fucking door! Like we’re made of it, huh?!” He slammed the table down with his fist.
Nobody laughed anymore.
“I’ll cook up something, Gus,” Holly told him sweetly, hurrying to the back of the bar with Shay following. I was pretty certain they’d have agreed to clean the toilets with a toothbrush so long as they were away from him.
With the sudden tension in the air, the anger in Gus, and Hawke’s unreadable expression, I found myself moving back to Jesse for comfort.
“What did I say about distance?” Hawke said suddenly.
“Well, you just said the word distance…” I faintly replied, blinking at the wall over his head. “That can be interpreted in many ways.”
He didn’t look impressed, and now I was a little annoyed by this whole set-up. Was it Attack Tyler day?
“I think I’ll uh…head out back with the girls.”
I made to move when Hawke sounded out, “Tyler, come here.”
My face was flushed with anger as I started moving to him, glancing between him and Gus, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
I stopped in front of him and waited.
“None of this is your fault,” he told me softly. “We’re just pissed and Gus is spitting shit he doesn’t mean.”
My shoulders relaxed. “What happened?”
“With Abram not responding to our calls, it appears he’s probably responsible for last night. On top of that, we have to prepare in case of another attack, which means spending money we don’t really have to improve the security on this place and the warehouse if he’s gunning for it next. On top of that, the cockroaches will try and want more money. Enough to bleed us half-dry.”
I looked over at Hector, and he had buried his head into his arms, not moving.
“So,” I drawled out slowly, “how are you going to sort out the cockroaches?”
Hawke took my arm and brought me closer to him. The gesture shot straight through my heart.
“Things might get ugly, babe.”
The bar stool suddenly screeched loudly as Hector slid off it, kicking it hard behind him. It fell over, and he bent down and stood it up, only to kick it hard again and watch it fall back down. Then, still not content with the kicking, he grabbed it again and smashed it repeatedly against the edge of the bar, until it cracked and the seat flew everywhere. By the end, it was a pile of wood, and he stood by it, glaring down at it like it’d somehow insulted him.
“Cool it,” Gus told him.
“This is fucking stupid,” Hector growled, looking up at them. “Wish you’d just fuckin’ say it already! I’m a fuck-up. I fucked THIS up. Just fucking say it.”
Nobody said anything.
He clenched his teeth. “Fuck it, huh? I did this. I’m done, man! I’m fucking done with this shit. Just…fuck it.”
He stormed out of the room, knocking Marshall’s shoulder with his, while I stared at the infinite pieces of stool scattered on the floor.
“Holy shit,” Jesse muttered under his breath, drawing my attention. “Some morning then, huh? Hector’s fucking unhinged. Looks like he needs a sterilizer to put him down for a while.”
Gus exhaled. “He’s beating himself up about it. Hector’s spiraling and self-destructing. It’d be best we just give him some space. But we gotta figure out what to do. We need to make more money, Hawke. If you know a way…” his words trailed off.
Hawke didn’t respond. He looked far off in thought, his face unreadable.
The plotting man was back.
This was a giant mess, and we needed him.
His jaw tensed and he let out a slow breath. Then he pulled me to him and I collapsed in his lap, his arms wrapped around me. He kissed the back of my head, uncaring that the guys were all looking at us with surprise.
Hawke was marking me.
“Well, shit, Gus was right,” Jesse said moments later, his voice low as he looked out the window, scowling. “Cockroaches are here, guys. One car pulling up right now, and that ugly ringleader Duggard is stepping out. What do you wanna do?”
Unconcerned, Hawke’s hands ran down my arms, and I felt his mouth at my ear and him whisper one single word that made my breath catch in my throat. “Okay.”
Then he slid me off his lap and stood up, marching straight for the door. “Grab your guns, boys,” he ordered. “We’re holding our ground.”
“What are you gonna do?” Jesse repeated, alarmed this time as Gus and Marshall withdrew their guns.
Hawke grabbed a large bottle of rum and a lighter where Hector had sat and growled, “I’m going to take care of this once and for all.”
thirty-one
Tyler
Duggard barely made it to the door when Hawke slammed it open and stormed out. The guys followed after him. I stood by the window staring out, unsure of what to expect.
Duggard stopped in his steps when he took Hawke in, looking perplexed at the sight of him, before he started saying, “I’m looking for Hector –”
“No!” Hawke roared, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him back so hard he fell to the ground. “You’re looking for more money, and you ain’t getting it.”
Duggard tried to scramble away unsuccessfully. “You’re asking us to cover up five dead bodies!” he shakily hollered. “That’s a big job, and it’s going to cost more –”
Before Duggard could continue, Hawke pressed his boot on his chest, popped the bottle open and poured it over the officer’s uniform. Another cop stepped out of the car, not nearing the site, but raising his arms and shouting, “What are you doing? Leave him alone! We were just here to negotiate –”