Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I’d been tempted to call Hawke Daddy a few times, the word always right there on the tip of my tongue, but I always chickened out. Because if he didn’t want to be called Daddy, I would feel like utter shit afterward.
But I wanted that dynamic with him so badly.
He rolled my leggings down so I could push my feet through them, and then he pulled them up my legs. A sports bra came over my head next, and then a t-shirt was pulled over that. After, he slid my leather jacket up my arms so it would rest perfectly on my shoulders. The jacket was a gift from him a couple of months ago. He loved having me on the back of his bike, and he apparently loved how I looked in leather.
Some men loved lace. Hawke was all about leather.
He tapped my ass. “Go find Tank and get your boots on.” He then pressed a kiss to my lips before gently nudging me toward the door.
I looked around him at Brewer, who was already almost asleep. Hawke chuckled when I pursed my lips in concern. “I’ll get him settled into bed, doll. Boots.”
I nodded and quickly left the room, but not before I blew Brewer a kiss, which he sleepily pretended to catch and press to his heart. With a smile on my lips, I quickly made my way up the hall to find Tank. He was already waiting on me, my boots resting on the floor at his feet.
“Sit,” he gently ordered. I quickly took a seat, and he crouched, sliding my socks on my feet before pushing my boots on, lacing them up so they were snug. “You sleep okay?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Really good.” I watched as he stood up and towered over me. “How come you didn’t go with Capone, Rider, and Smokey?”
“Needed to be here to keep you safe,” he told me with a wink. “You know how things go. If we can avoid both of us going, either Capone or I am always here.”
I flushed. “I’m a big girl,” I reminded him. “Besides, nothing has happened since I moved in here.”
He grabbed my hands in his and pulled me up from the chair. “I know, but we love you and want to protect you anyway.” Then, he grasped my chin and pulled my lips to his as Hawke came from down the hall, a smirk curving his lips when he ran his eyes over me, the dark depths of them turning to liquid heat, making me shiver. “Enjoy your ride, darlin’,” Tank told me before stepping back and allowing Hawke to take his spot.
Hawke held his hand out to me, and I quickly placed my smaller one in his. “Ready, doll?”
“Yes.” I linked my fingers with his, allowing him to lead me out of the clubhouse. “Sorry everyone else has been taking up my time,” I apologized, feeling a little guilty now that I thought about it. I’d been denying both him and Smokey of my time, and that wasn’t fair.
He chuckled and gently squeezed my hand as we neared his bike. “Doll, you have seven men wanting time with you. Sometimes, that means not all of us get priority, and that’s okay. We’re fine with that.” He gently turned me to face him and reached up to cradle my cheek with his free hand. “And you know why?” he asked, running his thumb over my cheekbone. I shook my head. “Because we also have each other. None of us are left feeling neglected or unloved.”
I leaned my face into his hand, closing my eyes. “I love you,” I whispered.
He tilted my face up and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. “I love you, too, doll.” He then reached over and grabbed my helmet off his seat, settling it on my head. The visor was flipped up, so he could still see me clearly. “We’ll ride for a little while, get some food in your system, and then, we’ll come back here and put on a show for the guys. How’s that sound?”
My cheeks flushed, and my nipples hardened, my core clenching with need. “Sounds great,” I whispered, my voice breathless and strangled.
A cocky grin tilted his lips before he flipped my visor down. Then, he straddled his bike, and I quickly slid on behind him, wrapping my arms tight around his torso, my thighs squeezing his hips, just the way he liked me to ride.
CHAPTER 8
Hawke
April’s hair was windblown when we got back to the clubhouse, making her look sexy as fuck—like she’d just been thoroughly fucked. It was one of my favorite looks on her.
As soon as I was off the bike and both of our helmets were resting on the seat, I gripped a handful of her tangled, dark tresses and yanked her head back, claiming her lips as my own. I couldn’t fucking resist her, even if I’d wanted to. Feeling her behind me the entire ride, the way her thighs squeezed my hips when we took a turn, how her soft breasts felt against my back…