Hawk: MC Romance (The Devil's Disciples MC Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  Did he seriously just tell me he is going to fuck the attitude out of me? I have never heard someone actually tell someone else that!

  My hand a fist to hit him but I stop. I stop for just a minute and look from his captivating eyes to his thick lips that are a little chapped. He sees my eyes fall to his lips and he licks them a little in a seductive way. He’s promising me what his tongue could do to my clit.

  “Maci!” Kaylie yells.

  Kaylie broke the spell between us. Shit.

  18

  Hawk

  Like the fuckin’ stalker I have become for this woman, I watch Maci move around the diner for the next week. No one would have guessed how crazy and obsessive I was over some woman I don’t even know.

  The worst part about this? I still don’t know shit about her. Maci has managed to stay by Amelia and Kaylie most of her training and ignores me pretty much the whole time.

  I’ve walked around the strip joint next door a couple of times to make sure Gear is being nice to Gina.

  Capone’s in La-La Land and loving all of the attention he is getting from the waitresses and the dancers next door.

  Me? I’m too busy trying to figure out Maci. There is something going on with her and I want to know right now. The fact that I just met her two days ago and this is crazy hasn’t left my mind at all.

  I want her. I want her so bad. I know she wants me, too.

  Fuckin’ Kaylie had to ruin it.

  “Thank you!” Maci calls out to a customer who hands her a big tip. She pockets it in her apron with a big smile on her face. She is working the tables she is getting like a damn pro.

  The way she carries herself doesn’t scream waitress, though. She screams and exudes having an education.

  “Where ya from, girlie?” One of the regulars, Harry, asks Maci.

  Maci smiles at him with a fake smile. “I’m from a little of everywhere.”

  “A pretty young girl like yourself, you must have a boyfriend.”

  If I’m not mistaken, her eyes cut to me to see if I’m looking. Is she going to admit that she has a boyfriend? Does she have a boyfriend? The look in her eyes while we were in the office only proves to me that she wants some of this. She wants me just as much as I want her.

  “Not really.”

  My back straightens and my teeth clench. How dare she not tell him about us?

  But there really isn’t an us here. We’re not much.

  We’re going to be something and I’m going to make it happen.

  “Fuck, prez. As I live and breathe, you gotta crush!” Maucho calls out from behind me as I sit at the counter.

  I shrug him off and drain the remainder of my fifth coffee for the evening. I’m probably gonna need to piss the whole night away but I want to keep watching Maci.

  “What are you doin’ here?” I ask him without taking my eyes off of Maci. I don’t give two fucks what he thinks.

  “I got a call from our leak at the sherrif’s office,” he starts off.

  The last thing I want to hear about is the fuck nuts Jim Edwards. Edwards has been in our back pocket for as long as I can remember. He gives us the information we need and he leaves us alone. What makes him a fuck nuts is the fact he buys a lot of our drugs.

  There was a big drug bust in town a few years ago and he was the one that bought the drugs from us. He wanted to seem like a hero by buying the shit and no everyone thinks he’s a bigger and badder deal than what he is.

  He wants attention. That’s all he wants.

  “What’d he want?” I raise my cup in the air and Maci saunters over to me to refill it.

  “Turns out us looking up your girl had sparked something over in a surrounding county.”

  That has my attention. “And?”

  “We need to get back to the clubhouse. There’s a lot of shit we gotta talk about.”

  I stand up quickly and throw two twenties on the counter to cover my coffee and a big ass tip for my girl. She doesn’t look over at me once while I leave.

  I have to figure out what the fuck is going on with her and what I’m making my problem. The minute she’s mine, she’s mine. Everything about her becomes my problem.

  Maucho and I leave the diner in a hurry for me to get the info needed to know what the fuck is going on. I don’t bother letting the other brothers know we left. They’ll figure it out eventually.

  “Speak,” I bark out and slam the office door closed the second we walk into the office. I stomp over to my chair and throw my feet up on the top of the desk. It’s my office, I can do whatever I want.

  Maucho sits in front of me with his lip curled.

  Every brother has a tell and that’s Maucho’s. Whenever he curls his lip, I know he is about to tell me some shit I probably don’t want to hear but I gotta.

  “Edwards called and said us looking up your girl’s soc. sparked some shit back in Chicago. He didn’t go into too much depth, but there’s something goin’ on we gotta know about. The thing I want to know from you is are you wanting to pursue this with her. She’s not like the other girls we have hangin’ around the club.”

  I nod. “I know. That’s why I like her. Maucho, I’m not gonna explain myself to you. I appreciate you tellin’ me what you heard, but we gotta know what she’s runnin’ from. Did Edwards say anything about knowing anything else?”

  He shakes his head. “Not a damn thing.”

  19

  Maci

  My head has barely hit the pillow when there is a pounding at my door. I’m not meant to work nights anymore and I give waitresses a big thank you for doing everything they do. My hips hurt!

  Leaning over, I grab my gun out of the bedside table and wait to see if the pounding at my door continues. With Riley being gone at school, I don’t worry about her showing up and seeing me yielding my gun.

  We’re from Chicago and in Chicago, there’s a bunch of laws and regulations about having a gun in your house. Living where we do now, on the other side of the country, no one gives two shits what you have. I love it.

  I’m tiptoeing to the door when the door shakes again from someone pounding on it.

  “Who is it?” I yell with my gun cocked and ready to go.

  “It’s Hawk! Answer the door!”

  After looking through the peephole, I see that it is really Hawk and I crack open the door. After the weirdness from the last couple of weeks, I’m nervous being around him. I’m not afraid of him, but I’m afraid of how I feel about him so early on.

  He puts his foot in between the door and wedges himself through it. His big frame barely fits in through the door but here he is. He looks me over and his eyes close in on the Rueger I have in my hands.

  “Why do’ya have a gun, baby?” He asks and holds his hand out for me to place the gun in his hand.

  I shake my head. “I have the gun to protect myself and everyone I love. You’re not taking my gun. Why are you at my place?”

  He looks around a little more intently before he walks over to the couch. His hand pats the cushion right next to where he is seated. “We gotta talk about a couple’a things.”

  “I don’t think we need to talk about shit,” I hiss holding my ground.

  “Please, baby?”

  The fact that he said please melts me. I take a seat right to him and he smiles at me before turning his face into stone.

  “We gotta talk about why you’re here.”

  I feel like spinning my head. “Why does it matter where I am?”

  He sits farther back on the couch with his arm along the backside of the couch. I want to cuddle into his pocket he has for me, but I don’t. I stand my ground. Fuck, I want to know what kind of game he’s playing at. And the kind of games I’m volunteering for.

  I’ve been teasing him just as much as he has been teasing me.

  “It matters because I’m makin’ a decision. You work in my diner, you’re workin’ around my girls. My brothers go there… And for some reason, I can’t stay away from you. For t
hat reason, it matters to me.”

  “Why can’t you stay away from me?” I whisper. His words are clicking into my head. Does this mean he likes me? I’m so confused.

  “Baby, you gotta feel this, too. You gotta feel what I’m feelin’ and know I’m not fuckin’ around here. I like you and you like me. That’s it.”

  I nod, not ready to say the words but ready to give him something. He needs something.

  “I got a call from the sheriff’s office and turns out someone has been peeping out your new social. Care to explain that?” He asks already knowing the answer.

  “What?” My anxiety raises and I feel bile shoot through my throat.

  “For some reason, Maci Taylor is a brand new woman. A brand new woman with a new identity and no one knows where she came from. Who is Maci Taylor?”

  “I am.”

  His arm shoots out and he grabs me close to his body. I feel his body heat against my side and I take a deep breath. I never knew how comforting a man’s scent would be until this moment.

  And for the first time since all of this shit has happened, I cry. I cry for having to leave my home I worked for and I cry for having to leave my job I was good at.

  “No, you’re not. Who are you?”

  I take a deep breath and throw caution to the wind. I know this could kill me and I know how dangerous it is to let him know the real truth about me.

  “I’m Maci Tyler and I moved here because I’m a prosecutor. A few weeks ago, my life was threatened by a man I was prosecuting against and I had to leave.”

  His mouth opens and drops quickly. “Are you sayin’ you’re in the witness protection program or something?”

  “Something like that. Shit got really bad back at home and my daughter and I had to leave really quick.”

  I feel him stiffen at hearing I have a daughter. “What?”

  “I have a thirteen year old daughter named Riley. She knows everything that is going on.”

  “You mean to tell me that you came here because you’re runnin’ from something with your daughter and I treated you like a common criminal?”

  I shrug. “I guess so? I’m sorry. I’m not even supposed to say anything. No one is supposed to know what is happening to me or my daughter. You’re the only one who knows why I’m here.”

  Hawk is quiet as he takes in what I said. This is something completely insane and I know he’s processing everything.

  “You have a thirteen-year-old daughter?”

  I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at the fact of him focusing on that. “Yes, I do. I had her at fifteen.”

  “Shit, baby. I’m so sorry I’ve been a shit head to you.”

  I put my head on his shoulder. It feels good to have someone care about me right now. Even if I’m scared as fuck.

  “It’s okay,” I murmur.

  I don’t know who made the first move or if there was a move that was made in the first place. In a matter of seconds, his lips are on mine.

  20

  Hawk

  The fact that I’ve been this big of an asshole towards her has not left my mind. If I had any doubts about her being mine before, everything has left me. Maci’s mine. One hundred percent.

  Her lips on mine are heaven I never knew existed. She opens her lips to me giving me a mewl of satisfaction. My hands grab her waist and through the cotton of her sleep shirt, I feel her warm skin.

  I use my hands on her waist to pull her on top of me to straddle me. Our tongues duel for power in the other’s mouth, her taste intoxicating to me. I feel myself losing control.

  Her teeny tiny shorts are no match for me when I drop one hand down to the small of her back and brush against the elastic of her shorts. Her body shivers against me, her nipples hardening against my chest.

  Holy fucking shit. I’m about to fuck this chick and I don’t want her thinking that’s why I came over. Against my dick’s advice and plea, I break the kiss.

  “What?” Maci breathes.

  My eyes open and are looking into her big gray eyes that are imploring me to continue. My cut is pulling against my shoulder muscles from breathing too hard. I can’t ruin this with her. I can’t let her think this is all just fucking. I can’t do it.

  “Baby, are you sure about this? I can just hold you for a minute?” Where are these words coming from? When did I become some little bitch that stops from sinking into a hot chick? This is not me at all.

  “I’m sure. Unless… you aren’t?” The uncertainty on her face kills me.

  I thrust my hips into the apex of her thighs. I know my dick’s hard enough to bust through my jeans at the thought of fuckin’ her pussy.

  “There is nothing more than I want to do than move your little shorts aside and sink inside of you. I’m gonna tell you right now, once I do, you’re mine. No more tellin’ customers you don’t have a man. I’m a jealous fucker. Do you get me?”

  Her eyes widen from shock and arousal. “I got you.”

  With my hand on the elastic of her shorts, I pull it out a little to stick my hand on her ass. Her ass is warm and hard all at the same time.

  Maci is breathing heavier than before and her head rolls into the crook of my neck.

  “It’s been a long time for me,” she whispers.

  I suddenly feel like I’m ten feet tall.

  It was a matter of weeks ago for me but I love the idea of sinking into her.

  “Where’s your room?” I ask her with my lips attached to her sweet smelling neck. Her skin is fresh from a shower and she smells like pears. Who would have thought pears smelled so good?

  Or maybe it’s just her.

  “Down the hall and to the right,” she murmurs.

  With her body still cradled against mine, I stand up off the couch. She wraps her luscious and smooth legs around my waist. Every step I make to her bedroom, her teeth sink into my neck.

  “I never pictured you to be a biter,” I grumble to her. My dick is about to get chaffed from rubbing against my jeans. I lightly smack her on her ass with my hand inside of her shorts.

  “My room is right there,” she moans.

  I don’t look around her room. I don’t look around her room because being here with her is more important than seeing if she likes blue or red.

  Fuck that.

  My knees run into her bed and I fall on top of the mattress with her in my arms still. She is laying next to me wrapped around me still.

  I slide my hand around from the back of her shorts to the front of her shorts. She squirms and does a kitty mewl the second I get to the front of her shorts.

  She takes my mouth with hers and I slip my hand down her shorts, over the lacey thong she has covering her bare mound. My fingers inch lower and lower until I reach her pussy lips. With two fingers, I open her lips up and tickle her clit.

  Maci breaks from my mouth. “Holy shit!” She cries out.

  Her hand slides from my chest to the belt of my jeans and she works at opening my jeans. I want to stop her and tell her this is all for her, but the determined look in face tells me something different. She needs this. She needs to feel me.

  Her little hand reaches my dick and she shivers at the size of me. I’m not an average guy in the length and width department. I know I’m large.

  “Fuck,” she whimpers.

  Her hand engulfs my dick and I slide my fingers through her wetness. Her pussy is drenched from her arousal. I begin to fuck her with my fingers when I get to her hole. She is extremely tight and her muscles spasm around my fingers.

  My thumb tickles her clit as I fuck her with my hand.

  I can tell she’s losing focus when her hand falls off of me and her body starts to shake.

  “Yeah, baby. You gonna come?” I groan against her lips. “Give me those lips!”

  Maci returns my kiss with fervor. Each thrust and twirl of my fingers has her getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She starts moaning loudly and forgot about jerking me. I don’t care at the moment. This is about her. She
needs to get off before I fuck her into the mattress.

  “Hawk!” She screams and her muscles tighten around my fingers as her orgasm flows through her body. I don’t let up, though. I continue to fuck her with my fingers until she’s crying out for me to stop.

  It’s not until she stops shivering and shaking from her orgasm do I pull my hand out of her shorts and lick her orgasm clean. Her taste is addictive. Everything about the woman is addictive.

  “Holy hell,” she whimpers and her long hair spread out around her face. “Your turn,” she whisper seductively.

  21

  Maci

  Never in my life have I ever came that hard before. I feel like an addict. One swipe of his fingers, one lick from his tongue in my mouth was all it took.

  Hawk stands above me and lets his pants fall down around his ankles. He leans at the waist to kick his boots off and that was all it took for me to be ready to go again. The man is hot as hell.

  He’s still wearing his shirt and vest that frame how muscular and fit he is and my mouth waters at seeing his sexy muscles.

  “Take your shirt off,” I beg. I’m still in my pajamas with my legs sprawled on my bed and I’m ready for him to take me again.

  I’m ready for something I have never experienced in the multitude again.

  “You want me to take my shirt off, huh?” He taunts me. He knows exactly how bad I want him. How could he not? I just fucked his fingers like a fucking whore.

  “Uh, yeah,” I sass back and lean on my elbows. I’m hoping I look sexy, but there’s no telling if I look like a damn fool right now.

  He smirks. “All right, baby.” Hawk takes his vest off and lightly folds it and places it on the chair near my door. He pulls his shirt over his head and places it with his vest. I wish he would have thrown it at me so I could smell how good it smells.

  The man smells delicious.

  Hawk rolls his shoulders out for me to get the full effect and visual of the man in front of me. Holy shit! He is covered in ink from his neck to his waist and then on his legs. The whorls of color are captivating to me. I have never met someone who is as free and as he is.