Filthy Love

by V. Theia

She groaned as he opened for her. She fucking moaned for him.

  Which sounded great to his Gia-starved brain.

  Hawk let her kiss him.

  It wasn't as though he couldn't have shifted, Gia was all of five feet four and a petite thing that came up to the top of his chest.

  Let her kiss me, he thought. And she'd see I don't want her that way.

  Only somewhere along the way his body had other ideas.

  She kissed him first as an unemotional partner and then Hawk couldn't get enough.

  One taste of her and he knew he’d been starving all this time.

  It was a switch going off in his head. It was a bomb in his gut. Her taste flooded into him and there was no turning back, no rejecting her. He fell into her mouth and robbed her taste and made it his own. Twisting his hard body, he used a hand on the curvy part of her spine to hold her closer and press her into a table, taking over the kissing, desperate to get his hands on her.

  He was a fucking idiot.

  But he was an idiot with the flavor of Gia in his mouth, in his head, in his fucking soul and he couldn’t stop the grunt pumping out of him sliding his mouth along hers, nipping, licking, stroking the tip of her lip so she’d open wider.

  He thought he said more but couldn’t be sure, not by the way he gripped the back of her dark head and angled her back, so he could dive in deeper and chew on her taste like the famished monster he was.

  ******

  He grunted an abrasive sound which stroked Gia all over. He didn’t even realize his own appeal. This wild man with a resting scowl face who kissed like a freaking god.

  He had no damn idea how horny he made her.

  Or maybe she was just mad for wanting a growly, unsociable mammoth of a man.

  Her lips froze against his at the same time her insides turned to steam, her spine was liquid. He was kissing her back and Gia was lightheaded over it.

  Lips crashed in a detonation of need. Want. Yearning. He may not have been the one pursuing, but he was all the way there with her, Gia, realized, with his tongue slicking over hers. She draped her arms around his neck, struggling to get as close to his strong body as she could. She arched into him as his tongue pushed inside her mouth, tangling with hers, and Gia’s knees practically collapsed out from under her.

  Masculine, dynamic, deadly and big, all of him was just big.

  She’d known for a long time what she wanted; a soul-deep love. A family. And both of those things started and ended with Hawk. She wanted to have a lover who worshipped her and who she could adore in return. Again, that meant she had to try with Hawk first.

  The roughness of their bodies and the weight of his chest right where she wanted it did little to ease the pulsing between her legs.

  Never had she envisioned he’d have this drugging skill to kiss her socks off. Never did she think if she took the chance and threw herself at him that Hawk would just be as eager to climb inside her mouth too. But there was no sloppiness from Hawk or confusion, his tongue tip tested the waters and she opened instantly permitting him entrance and when their tongues touched it was fourth of July fireworks all over again.

  His hands held her steady, she feared she might fall over with shock, his hold was strong, fingers curled around her hip reminding her she was freaking kissing Hawk one of the most fearsome men alive. Also, her lifelong fantasy. So… no biggie at all.

  It had been an impulse to kiss him.

  One that could have gone either way, she’d anticipated he push her away. But to never try ... she’d swore this was the year she either dated who she wanted, or she’d give that fantasy up. And since he wasn’t going to go for it. Her only solution was to pounce and deal with the fallout.

  Owned. This was what it felt like to be owned by another person.

  When Hawk let go for a few seconds, when he wasn't glowering and allowing his kiss to overtake him. His large hand palming the base of her spine, urging her close, and his tongue licking the edge of her lip, she felt owned by him.

  She was drunk on a cocktail of angry, hot tasting man.

  Dreams didn’t taste as good as this, she thought, moaning against his lips, angling her head back to give him greater access.

  Would she even measure up to the number of women he’d had already? All concern disappeared with his grunt of palpable satisfaction tearing through his chest and rumbling through hers.

  He drenched her senses until Gia couldn’t think. There was no more room for thoughts.

  Tongues met and retracted, rolling across each other. His was fighting hers with licks.

  He ate at her mouth skilfully as though he hadn’t kissed in a month of Sundays. Whatever he was doing, it was dragging sexual groans out of her, sounds she’d never made before.

  Knees trembled, her heart in free fall. It was the single most perfect, unrestrained kiss of her life and over too soon when he wrenched away, rubbing a hand over his mouth surrounded in the softest beard, his eyes pinned hers. Darkness and thunder in their depths. She noticed his shallow breathing and his eyes skimmed down to her lips she unconsciously licked.

  Nostrils flared. His hand raked at his hair in two big fists full. “What the fuck are we doing?”

  Butterflies went wild in her throat, set loose by the rasping intensity of his tone.

  “Kissing. We should do it again right now.” Attempting to pull him forward by grasping the front of his shirt he stood rigid. Goosebumps scampered over her bare arms as she swallowed down the nerves locking up her throat.

  Ohmigod, she’d really kissed Hawk. And he’d kissed her back. Every teenage hormone she’d ever had over him flared to life, setting her on fire with horny, clutching shivers.

  She’d never felt so compelled to touch anyone before, now her fingers were tingling to lock behind his neck again.

  “Gia. This is not…” He murmured thickly.

  She crushed his mouth only for a second, to get his taste again. Lashes fell over her eyes.

  Oh, god. He was delicious. Hard body. Gentle mouth. His beard tickled her face, hands landed on her hips, strong and possessive.

  And over too soon again when this time he wrenched back he paced ten steps away from her, yanking at his hair again and emitting a frustrated curse.

  Gia frowned. “Hawk, it’s not a big deal. We like each—”

  “Stop,” he growled. “Just fucking stop. Don’t finish that sentence. Do you realize what I just fucking did? Is this why you got me here? For fucks sake, Gia. You just let a goddamn sociopath into your house. Inside your fucking mouth.” Each word dripped with scorn. Disappointment. His scowl so dark it completely washed out his entire face. “You ought to have more fucking sense than that. Shit.”

  It was the last words he said before storming out. The front door rattled with force.

  Leaving Gia standing in the middle of her living room wondering what the hell just happened.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “It’s the lost chapter of Beauty and the Beast.” - Krusher

  His torture kept throwing the hits.

  As much as he believed Gia would stay away from him he forgot she was a Marinos. Stubborn fuckers all of them.

  She turned up at the club several days later. His mood was shot for shit. Krusher was the only one who approached Hawk as he crept like a ghoul around the clubhouse, feeling like he was hemmed in, crawling out of his own skin.

  He wanted a fuck.

  He wanted a fight.

  And not necessarily in that order.

  But nothing whetted his tongue.

  Nothing calmed the beast pounding in his chest.

  All because that little bit had kissed the fuck out of him.

  God. She’d kissed him. Let him into her mouth and she tasted as sweet as he remembered.

  He’d kissed Gia once before. Only once and it was the start of his obsession.

  The addiction beat alongside his heart in a staccato rap.

  He thought about all the men who looked at her daily and wanted
to kill them all.

  Men were pricks. Him included. Him most of all.

  She’d gone and made him so much worse by kissing him.

  He was tortured by her taste and the feel of her soft scraping against his hardness.

  And she didn’t have a clue how so much darker she’d made his madness.

  “You have no fucking idea, little bit of a thing, so old are you that you know everything? So worldly with the round eyes and the way you see the good in everything, even me. Forget everything you fucking think you know. The second I was inside you people would know, you’d be different, they’d treat you differently, tarred with my fucking ruined brush, all the rumors flying around, people who had once been your friends because they’d know I had hands all over you. I don’t fuck like a gentleman, little bit, I fuck like an animal, that stains a little girl like you. You want pretty-fucking-romance, to show off a man to your friends, to go to parties with him on your arm, so fucking meek and boring, that’s not me, will never be me. I’m not normal, the wiring is not right in my head, and I’m not for you, walk away before I’ve had my mouth on that pussy and drank down your honey, because if you don’t and I taste you, I feel how it is to shove my cock as deep and as hard as I can inside you, it’s all over, you get me? You hearing what I’m telling you? Game over, ‘cause I don’t play by anyone's rules but my own and my rules are nasty, my rules are fucking filthy.”

  The memory of the night he kissed seventeen-year-old Gia came back often. Most times when Hawk didn’t want her sweetness in his head. He reminded himself he was intentionally crude to her that night to shake her off, to make the stars in her eyes for him disappear. He’d stepped in and helped when a punk-ass tried to cop a feel of her. He became her hero. He saw it and still it hadn’t stopped Hawk from putting lips on her when he dropped her off at home. He told himself he’d looked out for her because of Rider. She was his sister and Hawk his friend. Naturally he’d stop an asshole from groping her. That lie kept him going for years. Not allowing the fact that he’d noticed her already, long before that night and wanted to do the same as a dirty, old pervert.

  He’d never wanted anyone more to belong to him wholly, then and now.

  Every dream.

  Every fantasy.

  Every whispered secret.

  He wanted it all to belong to him.

  Because monsters liked to own things. To make them as dirty as they were.

  Krusher knocking on the bar brought Hawk’s attention up. He had a coffee in front of him and his phone waiting to hear from Lawless. “Best put your game face on, son.” The old man grinned a shit eating grin and Hawk scowled.

  “You been on the mushrooms for breakfast, old man?” Damn fool always smiling like he wasn’t one foot in the grave. He watched him hobble out from behind the bar to scrub the other end with a rag. Hawk grumbled frustrated and popped up from his seat. “Where the fuck is your cane? I’m not catching you if you fall.”

  Krusher huffed. “It makes me feel old. I don’t need it,” he hobbled some more. “Just a bad hip. I’ll walk it off.”

  “You are old. Use the fucking cane.” Hawk found it behind the bar and thrust it at him. No idea why he cared if the old goat used it or not. Hawk wouldn’t pick the bag of bones up off the floor if he fell. Krusher huffed offended almost made Hawk laugh. “You never know, those aging bitches at your old people’s club might get a kick out of it, might get ‘em juicy and you laid, old man.” He offered and Krusher laughed, pointing a crooked, arthritic finger behind Hawk. “Speaking of. Good luck, son.”

  What do you know. Gia walking in like a goddamn runway model.

  Every heartbeat in his chest stopped.

  Spit dried on his tongue.

  His traitorous dick woke up and fought the zipper on his pants. Jesus. Christ. He took a seat and rested arms on the bar. With any luck she was here to find her old man.

  He looked forward and ignored his eyes that wanted to stare and devour her in a pair of bleached shorts and the little tank top. She was tan and beauty.

  “Subtle,” cackled Krusher. Hawk sent him a vicious glare. “Real subtle, boy. Smile, you don’t wanna scare the girl.”

  Yes, he did. He wanted to scare her away for good even as his fingers ached to yank her forward into his chest and sniff her hair like a weirdo.

  He still tasted her on his tongue. All fucking night long.

  “Hello, darlin’. Boy, this is a treat for the old eyes seeing you again so soon.” That old shithead beamed a grin behind Hawk’s shoulder, missing teeth and wrinkled skin on display like he was goddamn Casanova. Hawk was ready to knock his remaining teeth out of Krusher’s head if he didn’t dim the flirting with Gia. No matter how ridiculous it sounded.

  Hawk grunted under his breath, hunching his shoulders. All too aware of the presence standing right there. Her heat nearly burning him.

  He wanted to shut her mouth with his cock. Real damn deep, fill her up, make her as nasty as he was. He was a real prince for the filthy things swirling in his head.

  And she was star of the show.

  “This is not how spending time together works, Hawk. you don’t call. You don’t write.” Gia tutted making Krusher cackle. Hawk sent him one glare and luckily the old man shuffled off down the bar. “Use your fucking cane.” He said with a growl.

  “That was nice of you. Though your delivery needs work.”

  “I’m not nice.” He rasped.

  He wanted to gorge on her.

  Just inhale her until she wore his soiled brand.

  She chuckled, and the noise rolled fire through his gut. “I can attest.” Jesus. How was he going to survive if she moved to Colorado?

  He’d heard the move Rider had pulled years ago to shake off his girl. Made her believe he was getting some from another bitch. It played on Hawk’s mind for a second, he could do the same. Let Gia see he was with someone, even pretend, it would do the trick.

  But he dismissed it. It would mean major fucking acting and probably allowing a woman to touch him. No thanks.

  He was a punk and needed to stop being a fucking punk. If only his addiction would listen.

  Swerving his head, he got his first good look at Gia up close.

  She was smiling.

  Lips painted some glossy peach color, her dark hair piled messily in a bun on top of her head with bits hanging down exposing her throat he wanted to suck on for days.

  Mark her real nice.

  Why shouldn’t he? She already owned him, heart, guts and bones.

  She had a gravitational pull like the moon. If Pluto stood no chance of existing alone, then what the fuck had Hawk going for him, because every time he saw her, smelled her, heard her name mentioned he was pulled into her atmosphere, swallowed up in the beauty that was all Gia. He was a lost fucking cause if he didn’t do something about it soon.

  She was every forbidden fruit cliché he could think of. You don’t fuck your best buddy’s sister/mom/aunt or anyone he was interested in first. It wasn’t written in stone, but every guy knew the code. Wanting Gia, what a deranged motherfucker he was.

  At last count he had three strikes against him. One being Rider. The other being Hawk’s own fucked up self. And the third wasn’t worth mentioning or his head would explode.

  “So…” her little eyebrow arched as she expected something from him. He had no clue. Maybe a kiss? A fuck? A lifelong commitment of adoration? He was down for all the above.

  “If you’re looking for your old man he isn’t here.”

  “Depends which old man we’re talking about.” She told him with a secretive smile touching her lips. His belly dropped. He got her meaning and his fucking dick got hard. “I’m here to see you on my lunch break. We’re supposed to spend time together.” She reminded.

  Hawk’s whole face fell into a frown. Was she serious? After the way he’d left her house she still thought they could hang out like nothing happened? Jesus. This woman was either crazier than he was or damn perfect.
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br />   She slipped her hands into the shorts pockets, drawing his eyes to her hips. She was lovely. So, fucking lovely. Sleek and long yet so small he could fit her inside his shirt.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?” Her stubborn tone challenged.

  Hawk stood suddenly. “Come on. Not doing this here,” not with a million pair of eyes all over them. He strode out into the open forecourt expecting her to follow. He was already starting up his bike when she emerged. Eyes wide. “Get in your car and follow me.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s your lunch break. You need to eat.”

  Her eyes went soft, and Hawk cursed internally for loving the look. He revved his old girl, her engine sounded pristine because he took care of her better than he did his own body. “Go on. It’s not far.”

  “Okay.” Her smile was nothing short of absolute sunshine.

  Sunshine. That’s what he thought of when he looked at her. She was everything warm, forgiving and welcoming.

  The ride to Gem’s Eatery was uneventful if Hawk didn’t count the fact he kept eyes on Gia in the rear-view the entire time. He waited for her outside, his internal organs turning to liquid seeing how pleased she was that he’d waited as she climbed out of her car.

  “I’m hungry.” She told him when he opened the door for her to go in first.

  Food smells hit his nose. Scents of eggs and hash browns and strong coffee. He already saw the table he wanted, somewhere secluded in the back. Nosy asses from the club used this place to grab a fast bite and he didn’t want anyone to see him with Gia.

  For her sake, not his.

  He could give ten fucks what people thought of him.

  But Gia lead him to the counter, sitting before he could say a word. He sighed and took the stool next to her. “What do you want?” He asked a minute into the silence as she scanned the menu.

  “I think a turkey on rye? Maybe a toasted bagel? The potato and cheese soup smells delicious. I should be good and get a salad.” She chewed on her lip.