Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Fuck, no, he didn’t. He didn’t dance, but seeing as Nikki was already reaching for his hand and putting their beers on the nearest table, he guessed he was dancing.
He was thankful for whoever was controlling the music, because the moment they hit that dance floor, it was time for couples only. Nikki smiled at him, and that was when he realized she looked nervous. Banding his arms around her waist, he pulled her in closer and breathed her in. It didn’t matter that she had all the makeup on, she still smelled like his Nikki.
The music was slow, dark, deep, and it meant he got to be closer to her. Holding Nikki in his arms, this is how he knew what to do. To him, it felt so natural having her in his arms. This was where she was supposed to be, and he didn’t want her anywhere else.
She tilted her head back, staring at him. Those big brown eyes of her had plagued his dreams for weeks. It wasn’t right, her not being with him, but he was going to do everything in his power to fix that.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
“Hawk, I look like the undead.”
“And yet, you’re still the most beautiful woman in this room.”
“This room is filled with beautiful women,” she said.
“Not to me. To me, there is only you.” He couldn’t resist glancing down at her lips. They were plump and beautiful, and he wanted her so badly. He wanted to kiss her. It had been too long since he finally got his lips on hers.
“Nikki, I’m going to kiss you, tell me to stop.”
“No,” she said.
“Damn it, Nikki.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She licked her lips and smiled at him. “Kiss me, Hawk.”
He didn’t know if it was the magic of Halloween or if Nikki wanted him to kiss her, but he was not going to pull away. This was the kiss he wanted. Right there, at the center of his clubhouse, and he didn’t give a fuck. His rules had been fucking pointless. Pieces of shit he didn’t need. Nikki was the woman he wanted, the only reason that mattered. Nikki. No one else.
He kissed her with a roomful of witnesses and he didn’t care. Nikki was the love of his life, and it might have just been Halloween talking, or common sense was finally prevailing, but he felt on top of the freaking world. This was what it meant to fall in love, to finally be with a woman for the rest of his life. In that moment of kissing Nikki, he knew how his dad felt about his mother.
His old man hadn’t been able to move on, not truly, since his wife’s death. This was how fucked up it was. When you finally found the woman for you, there was no one else. There was no room for anyone else. It was why his father was never able to take another woman. He slept around, but no one was good enough to replace the woman he had.
Hawk got it.
Nikki pulled away, and then the music changed and he was able to dance with her, speeding up the pace. He kept hold of her, not allowing her to leave. The other men could look, but they were not going to touch. Nikki belonged to him, and they all knew it. Anyone who dared touch her would answer to him.
As far as Halloween nights went, this had to be the icing on the cake. Nikki, in his arms, all night long. He did allow her to drink, enjoy some food, and then at the end of the night, it was nearing two.
The music had already quieted down, and Darlene and Dan had disappeared. Most of the guys had gone to enjoy their women for the night.
“I, uh, I don’t suppose I could stay here tonight, could I?” Nikki asked. “It’s really late, and I don’t want to wake my mom up. I know she used to come home at all hours of the day and night, but I’m not going to do that to her.”
“You can stay in my room.” He held onto her hand and led her back to the main part of the rooms. He took the stairs, leading up to his own room, and he opened the door.
It smelled like lavender. Sandy had stopped by his room. She tended to put little fragrances around the club. If she didn’t, the club would probably stink like death.
Closing the door behind Nikki, he let go of her hand reluctantly and went to his tall chest of drawers. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a long shirt, and moved closer to her. “The bathroom is through there, and here you go.”
He didn’t know what to expect tonight.
Nikki was in his domain. And she was not arguing with him. He wanted to keep that up.