Down & Dirty: Hawk (Dirty Angels MC Book 3)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Fuck, babe. Gotta say, your shit is sweet. So fuckin’ sweet. Gotta understand I’m strugglin’ here a bit. Gotta say I love you sayin’ my name when I’m fuckin’ you, but need to quit for now. Just ‘til...”

  Her nails clawed at his ass as she totally disregarded everything he just said. “Hawk, fuck me.”

  “’Kay, but—”

  “Just do it!”

  Goddamn.

  She wanted him to just do it, then it was going to get done. He ground his hips hard against her, and she hissed out a “yes.”

  “Want me to just do it you’re gonna hafta keep up.”

  “I’ll keep up. Go!” She slapped his ass. Hard.

  He jerked at the stinging pain.

  Jesus.

  He wasn’t sure if her being bossy was turning him on or not. What the hell... he was just going to go for it. If she didn’t come then that was her problem now, he was trying to take care of her needs first, but—

  “Let’s go!”

  Damn.

  He let go, giving it to her like she wanted, and the woman became a hellcat underneath him. Clawing at his ass, his back, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Screaming at him to fuck her harder and faster.

  And damn if she didn’t come two more times, one right after the other. Each time her body rippled around him like a rock thrown into a pond. And that just drove him right to that dangerous edge.

  He was right there. He grunted as he slammed her hard, her body moving up the bed with every thrust.

  Finally, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her in place, curled his body over hers and made her come one more time before he threw in the towel. He couldn’t hold back any more and not combust.

  With a shout, he emptied deep inside her and then struggled to keep from collapsing on top of her as his dick throbbed for a few more beats.

  He stared down into her eyes and she stared back up at him, both panting, their skin slick with sweat. Her blue eyes widened and then she burst out laughing.

  Laughing. What the fuck?

  “What’s funny?”

  Then she whacked him on the shoulder!

  “Nothing.”

  “Why’re you laughin’?”

  “Because I didn’t realize how much I needed this until right this moment. I sooo needed this.”

  As the tightness in his chest loosened, he reluctantly pulled out and fell heavily to her side. “Been a while for you?”

  “No.”

  Her abrupt but honest answer bothered him. He’d hoped she said yes, that she’d been going through a long, looong dry spell.

  “Then what?”

  She turned her head to look at him. “Just the stress of work, that’s all. It was nice to just let it all go.”

  “Nice?”

  She reached up and brushed her fingers over his mohawk, then traced one of the tribal tats he had on his scalp.

  “Yes, nice.”

  “Gonna damage my ego, babe.”

  She smiled as her gaze ran over his face. “You know, you’re pretty handsome for a brute of a man.”

  “No shit.”

  “Those women are probably beating down your door.”

  “I tell ‘em not to fight over me, there’s enough to share.”

  “So you like more than one in your bed at a time?”

  “Had this conversation already.”

  “Yes, we did.”

  “Am I just another notch on your bedpost?”

  Was she?

  She was the first woman he ever brought to his home. Which was why he didn’t keep wraps in the house. If he was going to fuck a woman in an actual bed, then it was in his room at church. Never here. He kept a drawer full of wraps at church. For good reason.

  “Nope.”

  “You’re just saying that so you get a shot at fucking me again before I leave.”

  His mind started to spin. “When you plannin’ on leavin’?”

  She shrugged. “When we’re done.”

  And if we’re never done?

  “We’re not done,” he confirmed.

  “No,” she said softly. “Not yet. But eventually I have to get back to—”

  Your life, he silently finished for her.

  She sighed and then gave him a soft smile, lifted up onto her elbow and stared down into his face. “There’s another elephant in the room...”

  “I’ll get my gun,” he muttered.

  “I have to know... Do you use condoms with the rest of the women you’re with?”

  “Always.”

  “Oookay. But you didn’t with me. I have to admit that worries me, Hawk.”

  “No worries. You’re covered.”

  “Yes, but...”

  He reached up, curled his hand around the back of her head and pulled her down until her forehead touched his. “No worries. Always use it with others. Keep my shit clean. No kids. No clap.”

  She blinked. “Right.”

  “Right,” he echoed, then kissed her long and hard until she was whimpering into his mouth, pressing herself against his side. Without letting her mouth go, he cupped her tit and rubbed his thumb across the tip.

  He hooked his leg around her and rolled until she was on her back again. He trailed his tongue over her throat, then realized he forgot something he needed to do.

  Lifting his weight off her, he told her, “Roll over.”

  Without hesitation, she flipped onto her belly and he straddled her waist, pulled her hair away from the back of her neck and sank his teeth in hard.

  She cried out, gripping a handful of sheet in each hand. He sucked her flesh, making sure there would be a mark left behind. Something to remember him by, but something she could hide when necessary.

  If she was his woman, he’d make her get a tattoo of his name at the nape of her neck. Mark her as his permanently.

  Finally, he released her and her hand automatically came back to touch the spot where he bit her.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  She looked over her shoulder at him, “Not at first, but then... Yes, it... I don’t know. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush. I... Damn. I’ve never been bitten like that before.”

  “Bit me when I was fuckin’ you.”

  “I did?”

  “Babe... that wasn’t the only thing you did.” He twisted to show her his back. He couldn’t see the scratches but he could feel the burn where she clawed him. He just hoped his tats weren’t fucked up too badly.

  Her eyes got wide and she sat up, pushing at his shoulder, but he couldn’t turn any more than he already was without getting off her.

  “I’m so sorry. I... Wow, did I screw up those tattoos? They look like the patches on that...” she wrinkled her nose, “vest of yours.”

  “Worth it if you fucked ‘em up. Crow’ll fix ‘em.”

  “Crow?”

  “Brother who slings ink.”

  She nodded as if she understood what he just said. Which amused him a little, since he wasn’t sure if she did.

  “Blood brother?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want me to clean those up for you?”

  “Only if I get to fuck you in the shower.”

  “I meant with alcohol and antibiotic ointment.”

  “Then fuck no.”

  “I’m really sorry about that.”

  “Babe, like you leavin’ your marks on me like I left mine on you. Means the sex was good.”

  “Does it?”

  “Wasn’t it?”

  “I’d have to give it two thumbs up.” She gave him a double thumbs up to prove it.

  He smiled with satisfaction. “Gotta give me a few so I can give you a repeat performance.”

  She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Speaking of brothers, I’d ask you how you and your brother got your unique names, but I met your father. Is Ace his real name?”

  He shook his head. “Andrew. Though surprised Doc didn’t name ‘im Ace from the get-go.”

  “Doc’s
his father?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Was he a biker, too?”

  Fuck yeah, his granddad was a biker. One of the originals. “Built this club from the ground up, babe. Him an’ Bear were the founders. Buddies in ‘Nam. Got out, settled here. Set up shop. Both survived the war an’ then Bear got killed on American soil.”

  “Oh, sorry to hear that. How did that happen?”

  “Warriors an’ Angels have had a beef for a long time, babe.”

  “Warriors?”

  “Shadow Warriors,” he clarified.

  “The bikers you got into a fight with at the pub?”

  He grunted. “Same ones.”

  “How long has this been going on?”

  A long fucking time. “Since before I was born.”

  “Damn,” she whispered. “Is it ever going to end?”

  He lifted a heavy shoulder. “Dunno, babe. Maybe when the last of the Warriors are gone. Or the last of DAMC.”

  “Gone?”

  “Dead an’ buried.”

  “Oh. Is it that bad?”

  “Ain’t good. Try to rise above it but those motherfuckers keep pullin’ us back in. No escapin’ it.”

  “Is your grandfather still alive?”

  “Sorta.”

  She arched one of her brows his direction. “What does that mean?”

  “Can’t say doin’ life in the joint is actually livin’.” Wasn’t that the fucking truth.

  Her eyes got wide. “He’s serving life?”

  “Yeah.”

  “For what?”

  “For evenin’ up the score.”

  She frowned. “Eye for an eye?”

  “Could say that.”

  “So, for every action there’s a reaction.”

  “Could say that, too.”

  She sighed. “It’ll never end then.”

  “Probably not. As long as they’re around an’ they keep takin’ cheap shots, we ain’t gonna just let that shit go.”

  “Well, you could.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Babe.”

  “Rise above it.”

  “Can’t rise above when Z did ten years for shit when they set ‘im up. Can’t rise above when they almost snagged his ol’ lady. Not sure what would’ve happened if they’d been successful.”

  “They tried to kidnap someone?”

  “Yeah. Broad daylight. Middle of town. Z standin’ right there with his woman.”

  “Oh good lord,” she mumbled.

  “Destroyed one of the nicest bikes I’ve ever seen. Yanked Jag’s custom sled down the street with a chain ‘til it was nothin’ but scrap metal. Still hasn’t recovered.”

  “He hasn’t recovered just from a motorcycle being trashed?”

  “Babe, Jag sunk two years of work an’ forty large ones into that sled. Ain’t no ‘just’ about it.”

  She nodded quietly. Hawk wondered if forty grand was a drop in the bucket for her.

  “’Nough talkin’. Time for me to leave a mark on your ass like I did your neck.”

  Though she smiled, her answer was, “No.”

  “Wasn’t askin’, babe.”

  “Hawk,” she breathed

  “Say ‘Hawk, fuck me.’”

  She swallowed hard enough that he could see it. Then she said in a low, husky voice, “Hawk... fuck me.”

  With a growl, he tackled her. When she squealed loudly and laughed, it shot right to his dick.

  He was ready to get down and dirty once again.

  Chapter Five

  Kiki’s eyes popped open in a panic. For a second, she had no idea where she was. She only knew she wasn’t in her own bed and was pinned against something solid and warm.

  She also had no idea what time it was but she could tell it was early morning due to the dim light creeping in from the uncovered dormer windows.

  She lifted her head and glanced down at the man she had fallen asleep on.

  Oh good lord. She had wanted to leave last night after their third round of satisfying, and completely mind-blowing, orgasmic sex. But somehow that never happened.

  Apparently, she fell asleep in his arms and he never woke her up to kick her out. Which she found interesting. She couldn’t imagine him being a cuddler. Or wanting to have a woman sleep in his bed beside him all night.

  He didn’t seem like a man who’d want anything tying him down. Though, owning a house and a business would do just that.

  His eyes remained closed and his breathing sounded steady. At least he hadn’t snored, even though he was sprawled on his back with her draped over him. Hopefully, she hadn’t, either.

  She tried to extract herself carefully, not wanting to wake him. But just when she was making some progress, he grunted, his arm tightened around her waist and he jerked her back tightly against his side.

  His eyes hadn’t opened yet, but she was pretty sure he was awake. She didn’t have to lift the sheet to see he was awake below the waist, too. It had risen on its own.

  As much as she wouldn’t mind taking a fourth crack at him, she really needed to get home, clean up and get ready for work. She had a lot of prep to do for an upcoming criminal trial.

  Though, she had to admit that curling around him felt nice and secure. The man was as solid as a rock.

  But even so, he didn’t fit into her life. Well, it was fun while it lasted...

  “I have to go,” she whispered into his hard chest.

  His fingers trailed up her spine, then back down, brushing over the crease in her ass. She quivered beneath his touch.

  He grabbed her hand and shoved it under the sheet, curling her fingers around his hard length. “Gonna help me with that before you go?”

  She sighed with regret. “Sorry, I can’t. Unfortunately, you’re on your own. I have to go get ready for a long, boring day of researching case law and putting together a compelling argument of why my client should be exonerated.”

  “You’d have more fun with this,” he said as he guided her fist up and down his erection.

  “I’m sure I would, but that doesn’t pay my bills.”

  “Right,” he grumbled.

  “I had fun last night, though.”

  “Right,” he grumbled again.

  “I appreciate the stress relief.”

  He lifted his head as she again attempted to pull away. This time he let her go.

  “Right,” he said once more, this time with a frown.

  “I’m sure we’ll cross paths again the next time you decide to knock someone out cold and leave them bloodied and beaten in a heap.”

  “Gotta oversee my community service.”

  She slipped from the bed and searched the room, gathering her clothes but ignoring her shredded stockings. He could keep them for a souvenir.

  She stepped into her panties and pulled them up, avoiding his gaze. “Oh, that’s right. Yes... uh. Me or one of my paralegals.” She found her bra and quickly corralled her breasts. Ignoring his intense gaze, she leaned over and shook them until they settled more comfortably into the cups.

  “You.”

  She stepped into her skirt, which now was in need of a good dry-cleaning. “Well, I...”

  “Babe.”

  Her head popped up after zippering her skirt closed. “Yeah?”

  “Tryin’ to scrape me off?”

  Scrape him off?

  She snagged her wrinkled blouse off the floor and slipped it over her shoulders, fastening the tiny buttons as rapidly as she could. “Uh... no. I just...”

  “Light of day, see your mistake?”

  “No! Nooo... I enjoyed myself. We... both enjoyed ourselves. It was great.” And it was, it was just done and over with.

  He pushed into a seated position, his eyes narrowed on her. “Right.”

  “I would love to hang around while you serve me Eggs Benedict Florentine in bed, but I really have to go.”

  He finally chuckled. “Might get a Pop-tart.”

  “As long as it’s the kind with the frosting.
.. Honestly, Hawk, I have to get going. It was fun.”

  His amusement quickly fled. “Got you.”

  Well, it was good that he finally “got her.” But now she felt a bit guilty taking off so abruptly. Usually it was the man trying to hightail it out the door after meaningless sex.

  Times have changed.

  “When’s our next appointment?”

  She froze in mid-motion while pulling on her shoe. Next appointment?

  Like hookup?

  Oh shit. She needed to make him aware that this wouldn’t happen again. “I’ll get someone from the office to contact you in regard to your community service.”

  “Babe.”

  She straightened up after finally slipping on her second shoe and she glanced over at the bed. He was sitting up in bed, totally naked, the sheet long gone.

  Oh. Good. Lord! Even with his body full of tattoos he was hot as sin. Pure testosterone. She didn’t think he had an ounce of fat on his muscular frame and he was well-hung. Not too big, not too small. But just right.

  He’d be the complete package if he wasn’t a biker, didn’t have a record, and had a better command of the English language.

  And didn’t nail anything that moved with a vagina.

  He did seem fairly intelligent and ran a modestly successful business. But still...

  She shook herself mentally. Kiki, you are not going there. Say thank you for the nice time, for the great orgasms, and get the hell out of there before he slaps a couple Pop-tarts into the toaster.

  “I really have to go. Thank you for the wonderful evening.”

  “What the fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head.

  With a last smile shot in his direction, she rushed down the stairs, hanging onto the handrail so she didn’t break her neck by falling down them.

  When she hit the small foyer, she snagged her suit jacket from the floor and her key fob from the decorative shelf by the door and yanked it open.

  Rushing out the front door she almost ran smack into Jazz.

  “Shit! Sorry!” Jazz cried out, grabbing her arm to keep from slamming into Kiki and dropping the cardboard coffee cup holder with three large to-go cups of coffee. Jazz gave her a look of surprise. “I wondered why your badass car was still out in the driveway. Hawk must be slipping.”

  Kiki blinked. “Why’s that?”

  “First, he never, and I mean never, brings any females back to the house. And even when he hooks up with sweet butts, or whoever, at church, they never spend the night together.”