She swallowed. Hard.
She fought not to drop her eyes because if she did, she’d be looking right there. And she knew what was behind that zipper. She knew it well after the other night. But her neck was starting to cramp.
“Hawk,” she began. Then her head twisted to follow his gaze when her coworker and fellow attorney Mike Hepler walked into her office, a look of macho concern on his face.
Shit.
“Are you okay, Kiki?”
Shit.
Mike to the rescue. As close as Hawk was, she could sense when his whole body went solid.
Double shit.
When Mike drew himself up to his full height—which was about six feet, a good four inches shorter than Hawk—Kiki’s heart started to pound.
This might not be good. This might not turn out well. Especially for Mike.
She pushed from her seat to her feet and had to put a hand on Hawk’s stomach so she wouldn’t lose her balance on her heels, since he hadn’t moved an inch from where he stood.
Which meant she was pinned between her chair, her desk and him.
Triple shit.
Mike’s gaze dropped to where her hand was and she automatically jerked it away, curling her fingers.
She cleared her throat. “I’m fine, Mike.”
“Doesn’t look like it.” Mike took a step closer to the desk.
“I’m fine.” She gave him a weak smile. “Really, everything is fine.”
Mike’s eyebrows shot up but he didn’t back down.
She glanced up at Hawk. “Can you just...” She pushed against his stomach again, hoping he’d step back and give her some breathing room.
“No,” Hawk grunted, his eyes not leaving Mike, his jaw tight.
“You want me to stay?”
“Really, Mike, he had an appointment. You can leave.”
Hawk snorted loudly as if he was egging Mike on. “Is your bitch ass gonna stop me if I do somethin’ to hurt her?”
The other man’s chest puffed up and Hawk shook his head, barking out a laugh. “See you’re wearin’ your hair down, babe. Wanna tell ol’ Mikey here why?”
Her hand automatically went to the back of her neck and her cheeks became hot. “I have a rash.”
“Right,” Hawk grunted.
Mike asked sharply, “Is he a client?”
“Yes.”
“Is he part of that biker gang Tom assigned to you? I told him—”
“Club.”
“What?” Mike asked.
“Club,” Kiki repeated. “It’s a club not a gang.”
Hawk placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Babe,” he said softly, his jaw no longer tight, his gaze no longer hard as steel.
Well, chalk one point up for her, apparently.
She studied the man in front of her. He was wearing black jeans, his black leather vest, a thick leather cufflet on his right wrist, and a bulky silver belt buckle with the letters DAMC at his waist. His fingers sported a half dozen clunky, silver rings, a black bandana hung loosely around his neck, and a long, leather wallet tucked into his back pocket was hooked to a belt loop at the front of his jeans by a long chain.
And he smelled like fuel, exhaust, and some other indescribable thing she didn’t want to analyze.
But still, everything about the biker before her turned her on. Maybe she needed to go to a psychologist and get her head examined.
She glanced over at Mike, who was the complete opposite. He wore a tailored suit that had to put him back at least a grand, with a tie and a neatly pressed dress shirt with actual cufflinks, not buttons. His shoes were polished, his Rolex gleamed on his wrist, and Kiki felt comfortable betting a week’s salary that he didn’t have one tattoo on his Elite Gym membership body. And there was no way the man was straddling an engine with two wheels between his legs. He parked a brand-new silver Porsche Cayenne S next to her Vette in the parking garage.
He’d been trying to get up her skirt for months now, ever since his wife left him. For what, she didn’t know, nor did she care. Nice enough guy, a little pretentious, but again, the type she’s been dating for a while now and had become bored with.
In bed. In conversation. In life.
But, she had to remind herself, she didn’t need to go from one end of the spectrum to the other. She needed to be on the lookout for a nice guy, who was financially responsible, was intelligent and...
“Babe,” Hawk murmured in her ear and she jerked.
How long were they all standing there saying nothing?
Shit.
“One of us gotta leave. Gonna go if you agree to—”
She cut him off before he said something outrageous that would spin Mike into a tizzy of macho bravado. “Our appointment later?”
He snorted and his eyes slid to Mike. “Yeah, if that’s what you wanna call it.”
She sighed. “Fine. Later.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners and he pressed his mouth to her ear. “My place. Be there or I’ll come find you.”
Kiki’s thighs quivered and her nipples peaked at the thought of him hunting her down and doing whatever he wanted to do to her as his “punishment” for not showing up.
And for a crazy second she thought that might be fun...
She closed her eyes for a moment and bit her bottom lip. No. No. No.
“Okay. Eight,” she said with an acquiescent sigh.
He shook his head. “Six.”
“Seven thirty.”
“Seven.”
Kiki grimaced. “Fine.”
With a smile, he finally stepped away, inspected her outfit and then said, “Wear that, lose the panties.”
Great.
Her gaze jumped to Mike who stood there with his mouth hanging open. He snapped it shut when Hawk approached him on his way out the door. As Hawk closed in on him, Mike took a step back and his face got pale.
Just like Hawk said, Mike wouldn’t be able to fight Hawk off if he’d been trying to hurt Kiki.
But it was the thought that counted, right?
Hawk stomped a foot toward Mike, who jumped back another step, then he laughed and walked out of her office door.
“Six-thirty,” he shot over his shoulder.
She shook her head, collapsed into her chair and pressed her hands to her face, groaning.
“Are you seriously meeting up with him tonight?”
She peeked at him through her fingers. “Really, Mike?”
“Yes really, Kiki. I’ve asked you repeatedly out to dinner. To a really nice restaurant, in fact. Not a hot dog cart like he’ll take you to. And you haven’t agreed once. Not once. But then this... this guy comes in here, bosses you around and suddenly, the strong, outspoken, independent Kiki that I know acts passive, like she lost her backbone, and agrees to meet with this...”
“Guy?” she suggested before he called Hawk something that would piss her off.
Mike frowned. “Sure, whatever.”
After looking over his shoulder, probably to make sure Hawk really left, Mike moved around to the side of her desk. Not as close as Hawk had been, but too close for just a co-worker.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
She dropped her hands and frowned up at Mike. “Is this even any of your business?”
He raked his fingers through his short, dark hair. Short, but not mohawk short. “I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t be.”
“Jesus, Kiki, if you’re just looking for a quick fling...”
She looked at him in surprise. “Are you volunteering?”
“I’m not looking for only a fling, but if...”
She raised her palm to him. “No, Mike, don’t even go there.”
“The man’s been arrested for being violent. He’s not an upstanding citizen, Kiki.”
“He’s only violent when pushed.” As that came out of her mouth, she hoped what she said was true. But even so, she was done with this line of conversation. She didn’t need the
wakeup call Mike was attempting to give her. Even if she did, she certainly didn’t need it from him. “And he’s a successful business owner.” Why did she feel the need to defend Hawk? Or was she only doing it to make herself feel better about her bad choices? “Are we done here?”
“If he hurts you...”
Kiki wasn’t sure if he meant physically or emotionally, but either way... “I’ve recovered before. Not my first rodeo.”
Shaking his head, Mike turned on his heel and headed out of her office. “Hope it’s worth it.”
Hot, built body, even if marred by dozens of tattoos? Lots of mind-blowing orgasms?
Yes, it might be worth it. Just for one more night.
Chapter Six
At 7:45, Kiki stood on a Harley door mat in her three-inch heels, stabbing the doorbell with her finger. She’d figured Jazz would answer the door, so she was surprised when she heard heavy footsteps approaching instead.
The door swung wide and she lost her breath.
No vest. No boots. No shirt. Good lord. Simply a pair of worn jeans. She licked her lips and swallowed to prevent the drool from dribbling down her chin.
“Babe.”
She expected him to bitch about her being late, but he said nothing. But then, she couldn’t imagine he normally was a prompt individual himself.
His bulk remained blocking the doorway as he took her in from top to toe. Then he searched the wood porch near her feet. “Where’s your bag?”
“I don’t need a bag since I’m not staying the night.”
“Yeah you are, babe. Next time bring a bag.”
Next time bring a bag?
Seriously? Did he think this was going to be a regular thing?
“You sleep naked next to me, but you gotta go downstairs, put on one of my tees. Got me?”
He was laying down the rules already. She wondered if all bikers were this overbearing. With her boss, Tom, handing over the club to her, she guessed she’d find out soon enough since they kept the firm on retainer. And their retainer was not a small one, either.
She sighed. “Are you going to let me in?”
His lips twitched. “Depends. Got panties on?”
“You’re not going to find out unless you let me in.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at his feet for a moment, then he took a step back. Once she crossed the threshold, he shut and locked it.
“Babe,” he said softly from where he stood behind her.
“Yeah?” She winced. Damn it! Why did she keep answering him when he called her that?
“Lemme see.” His voice, a low grumble, sent a shiver down her spine.
She turned to face him. “Nothing to see.”
“That’s my girl.”
Kiki blinked. That’s my girl? “I haven’t been a girl for a very long time, Hawk.”
“Longer we stand here yappin’ the older we’re gettin’. So let’s get crackin’.”
Kiki pinned her lips together, holding back her laughter.
She glanced over her shoulder into the empty living room. “Where’s Jazz?”
“Friend’s. Kicked her ass out tonight.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Wanted some privacy. Not holdin’ back tonight.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Were you holding back the other night?” Because if so... damn.
Hawk pushed off from where he leaned against the door and snagged her waist to haul her to him. The air hissed out of her lungs as his big body came in full contact with her. Jesus, there wasn’t anything soft about this man. Not that she was complaining.
He plunged his fingers into her hair, fisted them, then tilted her head back to stare down into her face. “Gotta ask you somethin’, babe. Somethin’ that’s been botherin’ me.” He lowered his head until his lips hovered above hers.
“What’s that?” she whispered, desperately wanting him to close the gap and take her mouth.
“You do ‘im?”
Kiki blinked, confused. “Who?”
“The guy in your office.”
The guy... “Mike?” she squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to ask that about every man I know and you meet?”
“Yeah. Expect it, babe. Wanna know my competition.”
“There isn’t any competition.”
“Good to hear.”
Of course, he ignored her meaning on purpose. “Because there’s nothing to win,” she clarified.
“Plenty to win.” And with that, he crushed his mouth against hers, jammed his tongue in between her lips and kissed her so long and thoroughly that a groan bubbled up from the back of her throat.
When he finally released her, he was breathing just as heavily as she was. Though, she might have him beat, but not by much.
“Babe,” he whispered, like he was surprised at his own reaction.
“Yeah?” she breathed, feeling a bit stunned that this far-from-polished man could kiss so well. But then his kisses weren’t neat and polished, either. They were demanding and raw and they lit her up like a string of Christmas lights.
“Pull your skirt up.”
Right here? She swallowed as her pussy clenched hard at his words. “I... I don’t think I can. It’s too tight.”
“It’s hot as fuck.” He reached around her and yanked at the zipper. She slapped his hands away so he wouldn’t break the delicate tab in his haste. She unzipped it and before she could slip the skirt down, he was shoving it up around her hips instead.
She gasped as his hand found her wet center, stroking between the folds before sliding two fingers deep inside her.
Oh lord, did he have wonderfully long fingers.
He curled his tall body over her and shoved his face into her neck. “No panties, babe. Fuck.”
She whimpered as he worked her, thumbing her clit, fucking her with his fingers, while he grabbed a handful of her ass with his other hand and squeezed.
She just might come that quickly...
“Get my dick out.”
Her mind had become nothing but mush so it took a second for his words to penetrate. As soon as they did, she undid the top button, unzipped his jeans, and quickly shoved them down enough so she could take his cock into her hand and cup his balls.
Her thumb grazed the crown and she swirled the precum over the hot velvety satin of his skin. He was just as ready as she was.
Suddenly, his fingers disappeared and he grabbed her ass in both hands. She yelped when he jerked her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her enough to line the tip of his cock up with her center.
Then someone groaned, she wasn’t sure who, when he let her fall a little more until he impaled her deep.
He blew out a breath and held her still as she snaked her arms around his neck to hold on.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Get no deeper than that.”
When she opened her mouth to agree, nothing but a ragged breath escaped.
She had never been with anyone before that was strong enough to hold her weight like that. She wasn’t the most petite woman, though she felt like one next to Hawk’s bulk, but still... He could hold her weight without even a slight tremor and she didn’t fear him dropping her.
When he started to lift and lower her, she wrapped her arms tighter around him and shoved her face into his bare chest, inhaling his masculine scent. “Hawk,” she groaned against his skin.
“Yeah, babe?” he groaned back.
“Hawk,” she said again, her mind spinning.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Hawk... I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, feel you squeezin’ me tight. Fuckin’ come all over me.”
His words became the tipping point and she did. She rippled around him, her toes curling, and she cried out his name again. Still quivering in his arms, he shifted and moved until her back was against the nearest wall.
Then he pumped into her hard. Over and over. Her body
taking the brunt of his thrusts since the wall didn’t give even a little bit. Every one of his deep thrusts was accompanied with a low grunt and she closed her eyes to let his sound and movement push her over the edge once more.
“Coming,” she warned him.
“Feel ya, babe. Fuck!”
“Come in me, honey.”
“Gonna. Jesus. So fuckin’ hot, wet an’ tight. Makin’ that pussy mine.”
His words rolled through her, making her shudder.
With another grunt, he jammed his hips powerfully against her, driving deep and staying there. He panted heavily, holding her tight. After a few seconds, his words rumbled in her ear, “Called me honey.”
Kiki blinked and thought back. She was not responsible for what came out of her mouth when Hawk was driving her mad. “No, you were hearing things.”
“Nope. Heard it. Can’t deny it.”
“Oh, I can deny it.”
His body shook against hers as he chuckled. Without releasing her, he stepped away from the wall. “Was just a quickie. Now time to get down to business.”
“Need a few minutes?” she teased.
He guided her up and down on his still-hard shaft. “Feel like it?”
“No, but—”
A cell phone rang loudly nearby and he tensed against her.
“Fuck,” Hawk muttered. He shifted his grip on her ass and said, “Cell phone. Back pocket.”
Still hanging onto him with one arm, she reached around and felt around the back of his undone jeans until she located his smart phone. She slipped it from the pocket.
“Show me.”
She flipped the face of the phone toward him and he looked at the caller ID.
“Fuck me,” he muttered. “Hit the speaker.”
She turned the phone toward her and tapped the speaker phone button, then held it between them.
“What,” he barked.
Kiki tapped Hawk’s shoulder and his eyes lifted to hers. “You can put me down,” she mouthed.
He shook his head and went back to scowling at the phone. “This better be good.”
A gruff male voice filled the tiny foyer. “Gotta guy in here. Road up on a sled. Not wearin’ colors but he’s just sittin’ in the corner observin’. Gettin’ a weird feelin’... like maybe he’s a Warrior an’ casin’ the joint.”
“Fuck. Get Diesel.”
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