Filthy Love

by V. Theia

  His morning voice was scratchy and rustic, sexy as hell.

  Gia died a little inside for all the days and years already lost to them.

  Arousal truly altered Hawk.

  He was calmer somehow. Less unapproachable. Nicer. Sexier. Hornier. And hers.

  Sighing dreamy, Gia melted underneath his weight.

  Crawling above her, kneeing her legs wider was the man of her dreams.

  Muscles flexed in his forearms. His abs like slabs of concrete and she had no words for his cock. Proud and thick and so long her mouth watered.

  Desire made her purr. The weight of him was delicious as he found his place and settled down between her legs. He looked like a fierce, unruly fighter about to go to war and Gia was hoping her body was his battle ground.

  He’d owned and conquered her in the night. And she’d been pretty-easy conquering. If eager had a sound, then it was Gia begging for Hawk to fuck her.

  She wondered just what he saw when he looked at her that certain way.

  There was a power she’d never seen in him before, from the way he dropped a kiss on her already waiting mouth, to the sleek movement of his hands pressing her thighs up towards her chest, holding her legs split open for him, and they both watched the slow entry of his thick cock inside her.

  Oh, god yes. Every nerve ending came alive frantically. “I love how you smell.” She purred, with her nose buried in his neck.

  His mouth angled to tease hers, grabbing lips issuing her to open for him. But he didn’t settle in for a long kiss even when Gia let him inside, even when she licked his tongue and over his teeth, not even when she hooked him around the back of his neck and nipped. Instead he caressed his lips and beard across her entire face, feathering kisses on her forehead, down her nose, across her cheeks, and eyes, making them flutter closed on a wistful sigh. Utterly seduced in his soft tenderness.

  “Hawk…” she attempted to lift her pelvis from the bed, but he pushed her down.

  And with each kiss, his cock moved with deeper purpose, wedging himself into her too-small, tender from overuse entrance, he teased until her body gave, finally seated as deep as he could go, and a cry of pleasure issued from her craned throat. “Shhh,” he whispered hoarsely, kissing her as she moaned again.

  It felt so good. She could barely stand it. She needed him to move.

  All night long he’d worked her over rough and hard, soft and reverently. It was strange she still wanted him just as hungrily like he hadn’t fucked a house worth of orgasms into her already.

  “I’m going to give you everything you need.” He told her.

  They shared kisses and touches. Hawk used his big hands to cup her behind, lifting her effortlessly into his grunted thrusts, working her down his dick. And Gia watched his face, how he took pleasure from her inner walls fluttering so she did it over and over just to get those sex-soaked sounds. “I need to take my time, little bit. To savor every wet clench of you. If you never give me this again. I need to remember all of it.”

  “Hawk, please, it hurts when you go slow…” she wasn’t above manipulation if it spurred him to move harder, faster.

  He moaned against her cheek. “You completely undo me, you know that? Until I can’t see straight. I shouldn’t be touching you at all, Gia—”

  “You should! Please, don’t stop.”

  “—but I want you too much.” He shoved and buried harder. The bed complained under the strain. “I need you so much more, Gia. Jesus, you feel so fucking good. Am I hurting you?”

  “No.” Her neck arched, fingernails dug into his forearms leaving half-moon crescents behind. The sloppy sounds of their bodies moving together should have embarrassed her, only it didn’t. She was turned up to the max, skin heated, blood on the boil and loving every second of seeing him take pleasure from her. “I love it. Keep going. I want everything you have.”

  It was like her entire body became one erogenous zone only Hawk knew the combination to unlocking.

  He stroked deft fingers behind her kneecap, holding her leg for his deeper, animal thrusts. His touch had her trembling underneath him.

  “Do you feel me in your lungs yet?”

  “Harder.” She ordered on a torn cry. She needed. Needed his brand of sin. Who knew she’d become hooked so quick to sex when going without before never bothered her.

  All it had taken was Hawk.

  “Fuck. Gia.” He gave her harder. “I wanna feel this pussy gush for me, soak me to my fucking feet.” Who knew she’d loved dirty talk. He sent her arousal into the ceiling.

  The power of her touch on him was overwhelming. It was like taming a wild animal and having it lick at your hand. There was no urgency in his movements though they were deep and sure, and hit bottom every time.

  He stilled before pulling out almost to the tip. Gia’s insides spasmed.

  “I’ve wanted you until I’m mad with it,” she loved that their sex freed his tongue.

  In. In. In. He slammed one after another. And she felt herself gather.

  The feeling they made together was indescribable.

  There was no stopping. Wild under him. Sweat made their bodies slick. He hooked a hand under the dip in her spine, lifting her into him, making her take it.

  “I’m gonna come, Hawk. I’m … oh, god—I love you so much! Please, baby.”

  A grunt roared out of him and the moment she realized what she’d said her eyes pinged open. His eyes bore into hers. Everything in her vision was aggressive ice blue surrounded in a thick forest of lightly colored lashes.

  Her stomach did its hundredth flip of the night.

  “Something so beautiful can’t love a deranged monster,” he thrust deep. Harder, wilder. His body unleashed on hers and it was like witnessing a storm up close.

  “I can. I do. I love Colton Hawk. If he’s a monster, then I love a monster.” Legs and arms around him, if he dared stop…

  “You’re killing me.” His head anchored down, lips found her nipples, sucking first one then the other. And it was when he laid his full palms under her boobs, the same dangerous, do-damage hands spanned his fingers and fastened her to the bed as he slammed as deep as he could, she splintered apart.

  The orgasm came at her from all corners.

  Gia shuddered and cried into Hawk’s shoulder while he worked her through it murmuring dirty, dark words of how good she felt drenching his undeserving cock. “Gimme one more,” he gruffed and he slid out of her, only to turn her on her side, he got in behind her, his thick cock poking her spine. Hawk pulled her leg over his thigh and found what he wanted.

  Tingles intensified when her wetness meant he slid in so deep.

  She felt him in her stomach.

  “Fuck. Gia. Little bit. Do you know what you’ve given to a worthless bastard? Squeeze me tight like you hate my fucking cock.”

  She made him work to push back in.

  “I want to be fucking covered in you,” he whispered in her ear, sucking on the neck she angled for him. Filthy, hot words blinded her. She permitted the torrent of feeling to close over her head. Hawk sunk her in awareness one pump of his hips at a time.

  Never did she think it would be this overwhelming.

  “Oh, god.” She sobbed, half out of her mind.

  He rasped right after. “Too late for praying, you already let the animal into all this good.”

  Fingers tightened on her hip bone. He licked a path down her neck and she reached back, clasped his hand, bringing it around her front, leading him to her pussy where their joining increased in speed. His sexy groans were an indicator he was going to come very soon.

  “Feel how wet you made me,” she smiled, undulating. She helped him stroke her clit. “Baby. Oh, please.”

  She loved that he looked frightening when he was ready to explode. It made every second of him railing inside her all the edgier, like she was breathing on top of a mountain and feeling every bit of living.

  “I’m about to fuck you hard, little girl.”


  It sounded like thunder when Hawk came. One push after another, Gia was flooded in her own pleasure, but savored every starved, hoarse word he pressed against the back of her neck as he emptied inside her.

  “You freed the monster,” his breath harsh and choppy. Gia was in a similar state, overstimulated she felt sensitive wherever his hands stroked. “What the fuck do I do now, little bit?”

  “You let me love the monster. Keep the monster. Play with the monster. Make the monster come and come and—” the palm over her mouth stopped her.

  “Don’t say another word. For fucks sake, not a word, Gia, or you’ll have me solid in a second and you’re too sore for another round.”

  She laughed and licked his hand. He hissed like she’d burned him.

  “You’re a fucking menace,” he said without heat, he rolled onto his back, arm slung over his eyes.

  Gia took pride in his insult. She’d undone him, and it was the best feeling of all.

  After a minute. When breaths returned to normal. “Did I make you feel good?”

  His ashen eyes took a slow, lazy pleasure induced blink and the fire burned hotter with satisfaction in her belly to know she put that gratified look on his face.

  At last it was her.

  “You couldn't tell by the way I rutted you like a fiend on steroids?” He asked in a level tone and every inch on Gia's exposed skim turned a satisfied ruddy color.

  She was still in bed when he finished in the shower. She watched him dress, but it was as he was about to yank the shirt over his head her entire body jack-knifed.

  What the … her heart almost tripped over itself in her haste to get across the room.

  She was out of the bed, forgetful she was naked even as his eyes flared.

  “Colton…”

  “What is it?”

  It was the first time seeing his large tattoo in daylight and everything in her screamed and sighed all at once. She ran fingers over it, his brows fell over his eyes with a hard, gusty inhale when he must have realized but he didn’t stop her from trailing her fingers over the barb wire detailing going across the left side of his side and half up his shoulder and down his ribs.

  It was the name inside the gaping wound exposing a twisted heart that made her own cry. Little Bit was tattooed into the heart dead center like it owned the entire organ.

  “How old is this?”

  “I got it eight years ago.”

  Back and forth her finger recreated the letters of the nickname only he called her and had ever since the first time they spoke.

  Hi, I’m Ambrosio’s sister. You can call me Gia.

  You’re just a little bit of a thing.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Why didn’t you ever come around the club?”

  She looked him in the eye. His question knocking her off kilter. His hand covered hers, both the mangled tattooed heart and the real one beating smoothly. “I couldn’t, Colton. I had to try to have a life without seeing you if you didn’t want me back, without every breath being about you.”

  “And that’s why I never told you I had this.”

  “All this time,” she whispered.

  He kissed her forehead. “Get showered, I’ll make you coffee and feed you before you set about working.” Dismissing the tenderness, he pulled on his shirt and ambled out of the bedroom.

  On jelly legs she went through her morning routine of getting ready. Her work schedule was where she really should be concentrating on this week until her clientele list was once again full.

  Only, it was the fierce man in the other room pouring her coffee that owned her thoughts.

  It was more than sex. No matter what he said. She was in his skin.

  She smiled to herself and hummed as she applied her light make up.

  In his skin … in more ways than one.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  “When the past rings the doorbell … what do you do?” - Hawk

  “Motherfuckin' Russian asshole is scraping on my last damn nerve.” Complained Rider as he climbed off his custom-built bike. Hawk followed suit climbing down off his Harley, and he fell into a strong step with his prez.

  He'd seen Rider in these moods before.

  It was impossible to live the outlaw life and expect to suck on daisies all day long.

  Trouble came. Trouble went.

  It was a hard life at times. Dangerous was a given. But this new strain of irritation was felt by every patched member. Rider especially. It was making the top man antsy as fuck.

  They'd just arrived back into town after a closed meeting with Jamie Steele over at the Apollo Kingsmen MC.

  Two Prez's. Two VPs and a locked door.

  They'd discussed murder like they were organizing a summer tea party and needed to decide on which fancy cakes to have catered.

  “It's as Steele said. We put Grigori six feet under now we're just begging his boss to send someone else, plus, it'll come with a side order of a hit on you or all of us. You really wanna wake up dead, Ri?”

  Rider cast him a raised brow which morphed into a scowl. “This from my resident bloodbath maker. Thought you'd be the first one on the kill the asshole bandwagon.”

  Hawk scoffed. “You know I got a hurt on to kill him and if that’s what you decide I’ll do it.” More so after what the Russian had dared do to Gia. “But we've looked at it front and back and the way to get him to go the fuck back to his cold country is to cut off his funds. While he thinks we're cool with him running his illegals through he hasn’t seen how we're chopping down his money tree.”

  Lawless was all over getting Grigori’s funds siphoned to an untraceable account assisted by Texas.

  They kept on walking.

  Streets were overflowing with people in and out of the bars on main street.

  It felt good to stretch his legs.

  Even now people sensed to keep a good space between themselves and Hawk.

  Hawk added when Rider didn't reply.

  “Didn't say we couldn't take out his generals though. Leave little Grigori all alone and vulnerable with no one at his side.”

  Rider chuckled.

  “There's the killer I know. We hit him at the money and his crew and send him back home with the message that trying to take Colorado is more trouble than it’s worth.” Before they stepped into Santino’s bar Rider asked. “You agreeing with Steele. Another first. What's got into you lately?”

  Keeping his trap shut was the easy part. Not telling anyone about the shit that went on inside his head was second nature. Besides which it gave Hawk the scratch anything touchy-feely. That was if it wasn't Gia related and he didn't reckon Rider would wanna know what had his mood elevated was because his little bit was his sanity.

  She made him fucking laugh yesterday, swear to god he nearly had a ruptured rib or something like that. All the while Gia shined her special grin at him like he'd bought her diamonds.

  He read once that chicks loved the gems.

  Maybe he'd see about getting her something nice.

  Did they make thanks for the fucks jewelry? Maybe not. What the hell did he know anyways about doing something nice? Two nights after he’d been in heaven between Gia’s thighs he still didn’t have any fucking answers to what he did now.

  There was no putting his obsession back in its box, that much he knew.

  “Just good to be back home.” He said. “C’mon, he’s already here.” He gestured to a back table.

  “Rider. Hawk.” Charlie Timmons the local sheriff rose and greeted them both, shaking Rider’s hand. Hawk kept his in his pockets but slid into a seat opposite the do-gooder law man dressed in civilian clothes. “You gonna explain what I’m doing here instead of home with my wife in front of a shitty movie she loves, or you wanna keep being a cryptic bastard?” Asked Charlie.

  Santino’s wasn’t the usual haunt for any of the Souls, but they were known everywhere and would be afforded privacy from the other drunks and idiots in there. If nothing else see
ing Hawk sitting at the table tended to keep people away.

  The do-gooder with his sweep of blond hair and just all around fucking angelic demeanour despite his shit job had known Rider since they were kids. But you take an outlaw who thumbed his nose at the law and a cop and you’d find they didn’t have much in common.

  Only, Charlie and Rider both loved the town and from what the brothers heard, Charlie had been dealing with shit problems from Grigori’s men for a few months now. Mainly drunken disorderly, handling stolen goods, harassing woman and causing a disturbance wherever they went. But since Grigori had a team of lawyers no charges could ever stick to the bratva.

  Hawk idly listened to the conversation between the two men. He knew the deal already so didn’t need to chime in. Besides which, he was Rider’s right-hand man, he let the boss do the talking while he sat and looked scary.

  At that Hawk’s phone vibrated. He frowned looking at the Nebraska area code. Pressing red, it wouldn’t go to voicemail because he hated those things and deactivated the service.

  It rang again immediately. And then again. And again.

  Fuck.

  He rose from the table. “Be a minute.” He gruffed to his president, striding outside. “What?” He barked into the phone, irritated.

  And then his fucking belly hit his shoes, bile hurtled into his throat like it was gonna win first place in a race.

  “Colton, baby, I need ….” The female voice purred, making him murderous.

  Everything chilled over. Bones, nervous system, his fucking bloodstream all turned to icebergs. Hawk felt his throat lock up, struggling to even swallow even though his mouth was Sahara dry.

  He didn’t know his free hand had fisted until he rested it to the brick wall.

  “Fuck you,” he hissed, venom pouring through him in an alarming rate. “Seriously, go fucking die.”

  He hung up and immediately blocked the number.

  A scream raced across the landscape of his mind.

  Without thought, his head hissing too loudly with voices and dark whispers and a sickening homicidal taste coating the back of his throat, he cocked back his fist, repeatedly punched the brick.