Page 162 of Damaged Protector

I still had no idea what Phase Two consisted of, but Phase One had been such a satisfying success, I was looking forward to whatever it was.

We entered my dorm room to find Donner and Starla—still obviously rattled—arguing over what to do with the “haunted” laptop. They froze as we entered, eyes widening when they saw Hawk in all his enormous glory. The man seemed to take up all the space in the room.

“I’m beat, baby. You ready for bed?” he asked me, ignoring the gawkers.

“Sure,” I said, pulling some pajamas from my drawer.

“Who is he?” Starla demanded, and I shrugged noncommittally.

“This is Hawk. He’s staying with me for a while.”

Her lips tightened into an angry slash across her face… until Hawk took his shirt off, putting his delicious muscles and tats on full display. Donner looked like a child compared to him.

Then, with absolutely no shame, he dropped his pants, leaving him in only a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs that flaunted his very impressive bulge. Starla was openly staring.

I’d unfortunately seen Donner’s dick several times, and to be honest, it was nothing to write home about. I assumed all of Starla’s sex screaming was done just to annoy me. So I wasn’t surprised she seemed to be hypnotized by Hawk’s package.

Donner looked like he’d drunk a gallon of bleach.

“Go get dressed, Mal,” Hawk said, patting me on the bottom, and my love for this man multiplied tenfold. I scurried into the tiny bathroom and finally let myself giggle quietly.

When I returned in my pajamas, he was sitting on my bed and rummaging through his black leather backpack. He stood and gestured for me to lie down closest to the wall, and I did. This was going to be a tight-as-hell fit.

Then, like he owned the damn place, Hawk strode over and turned off the overhead lights, drenching the room in darkness and earning him a spluttered protest from the assholes across the room.

“It’s after eleven. Lights out,” he announced gruffly before lying down beside me, facing the other bed. His big warm body was right up against mine, and I wrapped an arm around his waist, afraid he was going to topple off the small bed.

Five minutes later, the lamp beside Starla’s bed came on, and I knew what was coming next. The same thing that happened every night in this room. Peeking over Hawk’s broad shoulder I saw Donner sitting sideways across the bed with his back against the wall. Naked of course. Ewwww.

I closed my eyes as Starla mounted him. I’d seen this show before, and it didn’t turn me on at all. Hawk’s shoulder tensed beneath me as the couple started up their nightly routine. Then his low voice cut through the room.

“Cut that shit out. There are other people in the room.”

“Fuck you, man. Leave if you don’t like it,” Donner replied, and my mouth dropped into a little O. I was shocked at his bravado. Dude had no idea who he was fucking with.

Hawk’s arm moved, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Is he getting something out of his backpack? What is it?

I peered over his huge body just in time to see something fly through the air. A short-handled ax thunked into the wall less than an inch from Donner’s head. What the actual fuck?

The asshole screamed like a little bitch. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”

Hawk’s hand was back in his backpack, and this time it came out with a wicked looking knife. “I told you to cut that shit out. The next one is going into your balls. Admittedly, they don’t make for a very big target, but then again, I can slice the ear off a fly from fifty feet. I think I can handle it.”

Laughing silently against his shoulder, I whispered, “Do flies even have ears?” I felt Hawk’s body shake with his own amusement as the couple across from us scrambled apart, and the lamp was doused.

The room was silent for about thirty minutes, aside from quiet, rushed whispers from the idiots. Then the lamp came back on, and the TV started at full blast. Jesus, every fucking night, it’s the same thing.

Hawk waited a full minute before sighing and rising from the bed. I pushed up on one elbow to watch. He crossed the tiny space in one stride, snatched the remote from Starla, and turned the television off.

“I was watching that,” she protested, and he responded by taking the remote in both hands and snapping the thick device in half, dropping the shattered pieces onto the floor.

Donner—bless his stupid heart—stood from the bed and looked up at the huge man in front of him. Hawk had at least six inches on him and was almost twice as wide.

“Look, buddy, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but—”

His words were cut off when Hawk grabbed him by the throat and lifted him from the ground. After a few seconds, his face turned a spectacular shade of blue, and he grabbed ineffectively at the huge hand around his neck as his kicking legs dangled off the floor.

Hawk walked casually toward the door, holding Donner at arm’s length. “You ladies really should take out the trash every night before you go to bed. Otherwise, you’ll end up with unwanted pests.”

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