Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
If it wasn’t for the hit on the house he’d have already attempted to take them out. They had their own weapons to fight back.
Hawk was being cautious.
A year ago, he’d have done that hit without a second thought. With a daughter and now a woman in his life, he wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
Renee made her way outside, and Bear stood just a little taller.
“Dinner’s nearly ready,” she said.
“On a scale of one to ten, how pissed is she right now?”
“She’s quite up there. It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you in making amends there, biker boy.” Renee smiled at him before turning her weary gaze on Bear.
These two really needed to fuck and make a decision. Or should he say, Bear needed to.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said again.
She didn’t wait around. Turning on her heel, she walked back to the clubhouse. It was the first time Hawk had seen her during this lockdown.
“You’re drooling,” he said.
“That ass.”
“You really need to stop being an asshole and claim that woman.”
“She’s not—”
“I get it, right for the club. You ever thought she’s totally right for you? None of the old ladies are right for the club. In some way we’re going to ruin them, but it’s what you feel that makes the difference.” He picked up Bethany and stared at his friend and VP.
“Now who has the pussy?” Bear asked, smirking.
“I’ve got the pair of balls. You see, I laid claim to my woman. You’re just panting after yours like a little puppy dog.” He saw Bear’s glare, but he didn’t linger to see what his friend would say.
Taking his daughter inside, he took a moment to watch Jasmine as she served everyone some food.
This place would do wonders for her. She liked to be needed, and right now she was needed a whole hell of a lot.
****
Lying in bed, Jasmine tried to focus on the murder mystery book she’d found in the top drawer of his nightstand. She loved to read, mostly romance, but every now and then she delved into a book that was a little different from her usual style.
Bethany was already down for bed and in recent days had been sleeping throughout the night.
The first thing she’d done when Hawk hired her was to develop a routine with Bethany that included spaced-out naps and times for play and stimulation with activities that meant by the time night came, she was exhausted.
If he was downstairs, did that mean one of the women that liked to fuck random men was dealing with him?
The thought of him sitting there as one of the women took care of his needs, filled her with a jealousy she didn’t want to think about.
“Let him.” She gritted her teeth, hating the feeling that was riding up inside her at the thought of him being with another woman. Of another woman sucking on his cock or riding him to completion.
Was he the kind of man that held a woman down and fucked her?
All the dirty thoughts running through her head were not helping.
Just as she was about to throw the book at the damn door, it opened and Hawk walked in. He didn’t look like he’d been with another woman. He closed the door behind him.
He’d already told her before she walked upstairs that he’d be joining her tonight in this bed.
She didn’t exactly know what that meant, but she was intrigued. Was he just going to snuggle in? Were they going to fool around? Have sex?
Fool around?
How old are you?
“Hello,” she said.
“Interesting book.”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“What part are you at?”
“Erm, part?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve read it?”
“I do read.”
“Of course you do.”
“I’m at the start.”
He chuckled.
“I am reading it.”
“Sure you are.”
She ignored him, watching as he removed his leather cut. The shirt he wore clung to his muscular arms. He’d not let himself go at forty-five years old. Every single inch of him was pure, hard steel. Whoever thought to take a hit out on him were idiots as far as she was concerned. There’s no way he’d ever let that kind of thing stand.
“Did you have fun downstairs?” she asked. She gritted her teeth after she spoke since she didn’t want to draw attention to the fact she was a little pissed at him for being downstairs with those other women.
She didn’t want to call them whores or skanks as that just felt so rude.
“Fun?”
“You know? Partying and stuff.”
He smirked as he pulled his shirt off, showing all of his ink. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore her own arousal at seeing him get naked.
Hawk stood at the edge of the bed, hands on hips, smiling down at her.
“You want to tell me what’s going on?”
“I just … you took your time. You must have been … you know, busy.” She lifted up the book so she wasn’t tempted to stare at his perfect body anymore.