Hiding Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter, #2)

by Lila Rose

  “Dive, what are you doing?” I asked, backing up so I stood near my pillows.

  “When you told me about your game, I knew the prez wouldn’t go for it, and I was right.”

  “Dive,” I whined as he stopped beside the bed near me.

  “Still, I didn’t want to get involved, even when I thought you were being stupid.”

  “Dive,” I snapped, my hands going to my hips as I glared down at him.

  “Low.” He sighed. “You are being stupid.” He held up his hand when I went to talk. “And so is he. He shouldn’t have told you, he should have asked you. But what you don’t get with us, honey, we bikers? We get what we want. We bikers make it happen. He’s claimed you. My brother has never fuckin’ done anything like that in the whole time I’ve known him. He sees something in you he hasn’t with anyone else. Now, stop being a shithead and get your arse over there.”

  “But—”

  “Nope, don’t wanna hear it.” And he didn’t; his actions when he hurled me over his shoulder and out of the room said it all. Thank God, I’d gone to bed with clothes on. In fact, I wore Trey’s boxers and tee. Dive walked right out of his house, while I struggled and cursed at him from over his shoulder. He jumped over the fence, my stomach hitting his shoulder, which caused me to lose my breath for a moment as he made his way to Trey’s front door. Like he knew it would be unlocked, he opened it and stepped inside. Dive planted me on my feet then spun me around to face a scowling Trey. I silently rubbed my stomach and glowered at my man.

  “Thanks, brother.” Trey sent Dive a stiff chin lift.

  Dive chuckled. “Anytime.” And then he left, closing the door behind him.

  “Little bird,” was growled low. I turned my head back around from where it had followed Dive out and glared down at Trey. I liked that I was taller as I stood up on the ledge before it stepped down into the living room.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him to continue. I wasn’t going to apologise…or maybe I should, maybe Dive was right. I was being a shithead. But I hated to be ordered around by someone I cared about the most.

  Placing my arms down at my side, I started with, “I’m—”

  But he interrupted with, “I’m sorry. I suck at this shit. Never have I liked change or been scared. For fuck’s sake, I terrify and fuck people up for my club. But what’s changed has freaked the fuck outta me for once. Low, I don’t get scared, but I am now when I have two kids to take care of and a woman who could be taken from me at any second. Even though I won’t let it happen, I’ve still seen it enough to know shit can go down that I can’t stop. I’ve claimed you as my old lady. It puts a message out that no one touches you or I fuck them up. So having you still want to sleep next door…fuck, it didn’t feel good, because I put myself out there for you and it felt like you threw it back in my face.”

  “Trey, I never—”

  “I know.” He sighed. “It ain’t on you. You’re just being you, and I went about it all the wrong fuckin’ way. I should have asked instead of ordering. I was being a prick like your fuckin’—”

  “Don’t,” I ordered. “Please, don’t compare yourself to anyone. I know this is all new and scary to you, but it is for me, as well. I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t know how to do things, and I got my back up over something silly when I should have told you how I was feeling and how the way you went about ordering me…well, I didn’t like it. But I know you meant to do right by me and you have, Trey. You really have. I’ve never felt anything like I do with you with anyone else.”

  “Does this mean you’re gonna move in?”

  “The kids—”

  “I’ve talked to the kids. They’re down with it. They think you’re cool.”

  My eyes went to the floor. I couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.” I sighed teasingly. “I’ll move in with you.”

  I looked up with a grin on my face to see his smile was light, happy and carefree. Amazing. His eyes were warm and held a hint of something else. His next words told me what that something was, “You’re still gettin’ punished for playin’ your game today.”

  “What game?”

  “Little bird,” he said with a tone of warning.

  Rolling my eyes, I said, “Okay, bring it on.”

  He chuckled. “With pleasure.”

  “I hope so,” I added and then gasped when I found myself up and over his shoulder. He stalked down the hall to his room, went in and threw me to the bed.

  “Play with yourself,” he ordered. That didn’t seem like punishment to me, so I happily obliged. Shredding myself of his boxers, I spread my legs wide, so my man standing at the end of the bed could see my already swollen, wet pussy. “Run your fingers through your juices, Low,” he said and then hissed through his teeth when I did just that. His eyes stayed glued to my privates as I slipped in two fingers and pumped them in and out.

  “Trey,” I whispered.

  “Feel good, little bird?”

  “Yes,” I moaned and ran my thumb over my clit. “Oh, God, I’m already close.”

  “Stop!” he demanded.

  “What?” I snapped.

  “Stop!” he barked. Leaning forward, he held my hand down to the bed.

  Okay, he did intend to punish me. He ordered, “You touch yourself again, I won’t let you come all night.”

  “Trey,” I whined.

  “No, little bird.” He smiled, stood tall again and hooked his thumbs in the sides of his jeans to shove them down. My man had gone commando, no boxers in sight. “I saw how hungry you got when I touched myself,” he said and ran his hand over his cock. I glared while he chuckled. He looked down and I followed his line of sight. Running his forefinger over the tip of his cock, he then took it to his mouth to suck off his pre-cum.

  Snap. It.

  That was hot.

  “Doesn’t taste too bad, Low. Bet you’d like a taste.”

  Yes. Yes, I would. I nodded as I slid my hand between my legs.

  “No touching,” he warned on a growl.

  “Trey,” I cried, but removed my hand.

  He smirked and started tugging himself. “Look at you. Can’t take your eyes away. You fuckin’ love it.”

  I really did.

  “Feels good, Low. So fuckin’ good.”

  “Taste it again,” I whispered.

  “No.”

  “Please.” I moaned and rubbed my legs together. God, the pressure to come was still building and I wasn’t even touching myself. Instead, my incredible man touching himself may be enough to do me in.

  He was so dang hot.

  “Come ‘ere,” he demanded. Sitting up, I wiggled to the end of the bed. He stepped closer, fisted my hair and ordered, “Suck me.”

  Yes, please.

  He moved his hand and my mouth wrapped around his hardness. I licked and tasted his pre-cum like a starved woman. Then I glided my slick lips down along his cock. He grunted his approval. “Suck me harder,” he ordered. Applying pressure with my lips, I sucked harder up and down his dick, feeling it swell. I knew he was close to coming, and I was eager to have it fill my mouth.

  “Stop!” he bit out.

  Snap it. I groaned and sat back.

  “Good girl.” He smiled down at me. “Stand up and turn around.” I was ready to explode. I didn’t like him holding me off from pleasure, yet it was such a turn-on, as well.

  Once my arse was to him, his hand went to the middle of my back and he forced it down so my hands went to the bed.

  “You want my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me how much.”

  “A lot. Please, Trey.” Instead of his dick, I felt his fingers slip into me, and I moaned.

  “Fuckin’ hell, so fuckin’ wet.” I lost his fingers and mewed in complaint, until I looked behind to see him on his knees. I gasped when he spread me wide with his fingers while his tongue lapped up my wetness.

  “Yes, babe.” I sighed and pushed my pussy onto his
mouth. My belly dipped. My core quivered, ready to release on his face—until I lost him again. “Trey,” I grumbled, desperate for more.

  “You come on my cock tonight, little bird.”

  “Yes,” I whispered. His hands went to my hips and the tip of him nudged at my entrance. And then, with one quick push, he was inside of me, causing us both to cry out.

  “Love your pussy. Fuck, the taste, the smell, the feel of it. All fuckin’ mine,” he said as he pounded into me fast and hard.

  “I, yes, oh…I…” It all crashed over me. He’d worked me up so much I was coming within seconds of having his cock in me.

  “Jesus. Fuck,” he grunted before his release spilled into me.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Dodge

  Couldn’t for the life of me stop smiling. Even though I knew there was a cunt out there gunning for my woman, I was smiling. But I knew something was gonna go down. I could feel it. It made me nervous, as if there were a pit bull in my stomach gnawing away, but I had to put it all aside and enjoy the time with my woman and the kids.

  It’d been a month since Low had moved in, and it was as though she was made to be there, made for me and for the kids. They loved her and the company she kept. Lucia called in a couple of times and they thought she was a crack-up. We shared all the responsibilities, helped each other with the house shit, and with the kids. One afternoon, Tex had come home in a crap mood. I’d picked him up and told him he’d better snap outta it before we got home. He wouldn’t tell me what his problem was, so I couldn’t help fix it. When he walked in the door and Low greeted him, he told her to leave him alone. She looked at me worried, but then, I watched her back snap straight and she scolded, “Hang on there, little dude.”

  Tex paused in the mouth of the hallway. He didn’t turn, though. Rommy stood by me, concern showing in her eyes and stiff posture. I hoped to Christ she didn’t think Low would hit Tex for his attitude. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but they may not have if it was what their mum had done.

  “Turn around, Tex,” Low said, and when he did, she asked. “Who peed in your Cheetos this morning?”

  A snort escaped me. I looked down at Rommy to see her cover her mouth and giggle. I glanced over at Tex to see the anger had died down a little.

  “No one,” he said.

  Low rolled her eyes. “Texas, tell me what has your boxers in a twist. I need to know if I have to go beat a kid up or yell and rant at a teacher. No one upsets anyone in this household.”

  Fuck, she was beautiful.

  My chest expanded in pride. She wanted to protect the kids, and I knew she’d do it, even if it meant she beat a kid up.

  My eyes moved from my woman to nephew, where I saw Tex wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

  “Tex,” she uttered and took a step towards him. “Mate, you don’t get it. You have to learn that you don’t have to handle anything on your own. We’re all in it together. We fight any battle together. That’s what friends and family do.”

  He wiped his nose and nodded to the ground. “Some guy at school. Just giving me shit about…damn, about you being black and being with our uncle and—”

  “Enough,” I growled.

  Low sighed. “I’m sorry he’s being a di…”—she looked at Rommy and changed her word from ‘dick’ to—“dinosaur.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t care what he says to me. I don’t. I just care that he’s saying shit about you.”

  Low’s eyes warmed.

  “We’ll deal with it, Tex,” I said, before my woman started crying. “Tomorrow, Dive can take Rommy and Low to school and work, and I’ll take you. We’ll sort it.”

  He nodded again. “Okay.”

  That night, I called my brothers. The next morning, Tex was on the back of my bike and with Pick, Billy, Memphis, Saxon, Beast and Muff following, we rode into the school car park. Tex pointed out the punk who was saying shit about my woman. With the kid at my side, Pick and Billy at my back, I walked up to the prick who was hanging with his friends. The bastard looked like a senior.

  “You the little dick who said shit about my woman?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. The kid looked to Tex. “Eyes to me,” I growled. “And answer my goddamn question.”

  “Yeah, I did,” he said with a glare.

  “You man enough to say it to my face instead of my nephew?”

  “Look, I was only mucking around. I didn’t think he’d tattle to his uncle.”

  Stepping closer, I looked down at him and that was when I saw it, the uncertainty in his eyes. “He didn’t want to. We forced it outta him because he belongs to Hawks and we take care of our own. So when we find out a brother is gettin’ some pissy little kid annoying him, we come to back him up. You better leave him alone,” I warned, getting real close so no one else would hear. “If you don’t, I’ll pay a visit to your house. Your daddy won’t stand a chance against me, and it won’t be just him I fuck him up.” Leaning back, I asked, “You get me?”

  His face paled and he nodded.

  “Words, kid, I need them.”

  “I get you.”

  “Glad you understand.” Turning my back on him, I asked Tex, “You good?”

  He smiled wide. “Yeah, Uncle Trey. Perfect.”

  “Cool. Let’s roll, brothers.”

  Tex got home that night to inform me the kid didn’t give him any shit. If anything, he and his friends left a wide space whenever Tex walked around the school. Shyly, he also informed me that not only did he have new friends, but some girls were paying him attention.

  Fucking Christ.

  He was fourteen; I had my first fuck at thirteen. I asked him if he knew about protection. He blushed and told me he was all okay in that area.

  Thank fuck.

  The Venom prez, who was supposed to meet me three weeks earlier, had rang just before that to see if I could do him a favour and asked to set back our meeting. It seemed he had a family situation he had to deal with. I told him that’d be fine, as long as none of his brothers fucked with what belonged to Hawks. He agreed and did it quickly, so it made me wonder what had gone down.

  The meeting was planned for the next evening, which meant we could enjoy party time the night before. I was at the compound with my woman. She was setting up chips and shit on tables. Said there couldn’t be a party without nibbles. I told her I’d give her something to nibble on. She glared while Lucia, who was helping her, giggled, before they walked back into the kitchen.

  The door opened and next was shouted, “The party has arrived!”

  Goddamn. “Shoot me now,” I begged the brothers at the table, Pick, Billy, Dallas and Vicious.

  “You’d have to take us out, as well,” Dallas said. He stood and quickly disappeared just as Julian, Mattie, Josie, Nary, Wildcat, Talon, Hell Mouth, Griz—Christ, the whole goddamn tribe from Ballarat—walked in.

  I stood, moved around the table and greeted all my brothers with a big smile, chin lift and handshake.

  “Where’s this Low bird?” Hell Mouth asked. “I wanna meet the woman who took you to your knees. I’m even thinkin’ of making her a plaque.” She smiled.

  “Fuck off, woman.”

  “Princess,” Griz warned.

  Behind me, I heard a gasp and then, “Oh, snap. Zara and her muffkateers are here. Lucia, come meet them. You’ll love these bitches.”

  “I like her already,” Hell Mouth said.

  “Hey, sugar, come give me some lovin’ first.” Julian grinned with his arms wide open. She swiftly walked up and into his arms as Lucia came out of the kitchen.

  “Hoo-wee, so many good-looking fuckers in one room. I’m gonna have a mini orgasm,” Lucia sang.

  Jesus motherfuckin’ Christ.

  “Now her, I really like.” Hell Mouth laughed.

  “Julian, take your fuckin’ hand off my woman’s arse,” I snarled. Julian’s hands dropped and he stepped back.

  “Re
lax, buttercup, I’m gay. It’s like a rule I can feel up the women.”

  “Not in my place.”

  He pouted. “You party-pooper.”

  While the brothers disengaged to greet other brothers, I stayed by my woman’s side with my arm around her neck as she dribbled shit to the women. She drank, laughed and told me many times she loved my family. What I didn’t like was how Lucia and Hell Mouth seemed to get on really well.

  “Yo, Josie,” Dive called from the other side of the room. “Where’s Simone?”

  Josie glared at my brother and said, “She’s busy.”

  He gave her a chin lift and turned back to the others he was talking to. What was goin’ down with my brother and Simone? I knew they wanted each other, only he’d fucked that up, but I still reckoned there was something else.

  My eyes glided over the area. I saw Vicious and Nary having words—harsh words, by the look of it—in the corner. I wasn’t the only one to notice, though. Stoke watched them like a hawk, and I knew he’d intervene if needed. But he didn’t have to, because Vicious left Nary standing there and walked off just as the doors opened again and…

  Fuck no.

  Club whores walked in.

  “What. The. Heck?” I heard Zara gasp.

  “Kitten,” Talon warned. “Not our business.”

  “Are you, or are you not, the president?”

  “Yeah, woman, but what goes on here is up to Dodge.”

  Throw me under the goddamn bus.

  All eyes turned to me.

  What shocked the shit outta me was when my woman—my gorgeous, fuckin’ strong, confident woman—said, “It’s okay. I’ve had a word with them. They know if they fuck with a committed guy, their twats won’t be in working order for a very long time. So long they’d never walk again. The bitches can stay for the single brothers. They need to have a good time, like I know my man will be with me.”

  If we’d been outside, crickets would be chirping. My hand slid into her hair. I tugged my woman’s head back and when she looked up at me, I claimed her mouth. Hoots and woof calls echoed around the place.