Page 119 of Wife Number One

The words were back to harsh.

But he didn’t move his arm from around my middle.

I was sure no one would believe me when I told them, but Hawk lay like that, wrapped around me, for the entire night.

Snuggling the overweight, worthless woman who’d been kicked to the curb one too many times.

Snuggling the bad-boy biker who was maybe not as prickly as he seemed.

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HAWK

Kara’s hair smelled of fresh apples and honey. Which I could only recognize because I’d read it on the shampoo bottle in her shower when I’d been looking for a washcloth. It was girly, but I liked it a whole lot more than the cheap-ass soap I normally used. I sucked in deep breaths, vaguely pleased that if I moved my head lower, to her skin, the scent of me still clung to her.

Or maybe that was the scent of the sex we’d spent half the night having. We’d cleaned each other up, but neither of us had showered, falling asleep with her in my arms more important than washing off.

She breathed softly now, her robe falling open in her sleep to display her tits. The hem had crept up around her ass, and if I hadn’t been worried about her being sore from the night before, I would have cupped her breast and exposed that sweet pussy, waking her up in the best way I knew how.

Instead I just lay there, feeling her warmth, oddly comforted by the feel of her there in my arms.

The panicked feeling from last night when I thought I’d lost her had been replaced by a weird calmness.

I didn’t want to run. I didn’t even want to leave the bed. The thought of getting up for a shower or food seemed like a poor choice when the other option was to stay here and hold her.

“Hayden,” Kara mumbled in her sleep, rolling over. “Hayden…”

I froze.

All the good things disappeared.

I pulled my arm out from beneath her so abruptly her eyes flew open.

But I was already out of the bed, searching the floor for my jeans and T-shirt.

“Hawk?” she asked sleepily. “You’re leaving?”

I glared at her, so damn angry at myself for staying. I should have left, like I always did. I should have fucked her, then picked up my shit and gone back to my own bedroom like I always did. If I had, I wouldn’t have had to hear her mumbling fucking Chaos’s damn name, after I’d spent the night in her bed. “Yeah. I’m leaving.”

She pushed herself up to a seated position, and I wanted to groan at the sight of those full tits spilling out of her robe. I wanted to crawl across the bed and take them in my mouth. Or lube them up, straddle her chest, and slide my dick in between them until I came all over her neck.

But not if she’d been thinking about another man all night, pretending I was him.

I was nobody’s sloppy seconds. Nobody’s runner-up prize. That was for saps like War and Fang, who didn’t mind sharing their women.

She frowned. “Are you upset? Did I do something wrong?”

I glared at her. “Why? Are you going to ask me to punish you again? To make you come so many times you can barely walk straight?” I shook my head bitterly. “Go ask…”

I swallowed hard, not wanting to say his name. She didn’t even know he was still alive and yet she’d spent all this time pining for him anyway?

I should have just told her so she could go running into his arms.

But I was too fucking selfish. The thought made me want to hunt him down and put a bullet through his head.

Or to wind back the clock five years and leave him on the side of the road to die instead of nursing him back to health.

Chaos wasn’t a good guy. He was the sort of man who would chew Kara up and spit her out.

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