Page 71 of Taming Hawke

Luisa

The club is full tonight. Women and children have all been brought here under the protection of the Blood Brothers MC. Jasmine has outdone herself, organizing for Trigger and Tracker to go out and get some groceries so she can do a big cook up. I’ve noticed Trigger has been extra attentive when it comes to Jasmine, and he’s always making sure she has help on standby. She’s made enough lasagna for everybody, and a mountain of garlic bread and salad. I helped of course, but I have to admit, the whole being the president’s woman sure is fitting her to a T.

Stacking the plates in the dishwasher, I hear someone enter the kitchen behind me. I pull up the door of the dishwasher, closing it, and go to turn around, thinking it’s Jasmine with more dishes. But it’s not, it’s Rhyder coming toward me, dirty plate in hand.

“Here you go, darlin’,” he says, placing it on the kitchen bench. “How you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess.” I lean up against the dishwasher, folding my arms over my chest. Rhyder is a good-looking guy, brown eyes, blond hair, a dimple appearing in his cheek every time he smiles. From what I hear from the other women here, he’s amazing in bed as well. I’d tried to block my ears when they were all swooning over Rhyder, but I couldn’t do that and eat at the same time. It was pretty obvious from what I heard that Rhyder enjoys threesomes.

“How about you? Are you doing okay?” I ask, and he smiles, flashing me that dimple. I can see why the women swoon over him, and he knows the effect he has on them. He’s wearing a wifebeater under his cut, showing off his muscled arms. He leans against the bench and crosses his feet at his ankles. “How was the wedding?”

“Beautiful,” I say smiling, remembering how perfect everything was.

“Are you gonna be right, Lu? You know, with all this shit goin’ on at the club?” His face is serious all of a sudden.

I look down at my feet, then back up to him. “Sure I will. If Jasmine will, then I’ll be fine too.” Rhyder straightens and walks over to me, stopping only inches away. I can feel the heat coming off his body. I hold my breath with how close he is, and start to panic when he lifts his hand and tucks a loose tendril of hair behind my ear.

I let out a shaky breath when I realize he’s not going to kiss me, and he smiles.

“What the fuck!”

I look beyond Rhyder. Hawke’s standing behind him with a look that says he’ll kill Rhyder if he touches me again.

Rhyder turns to Hawke. “Hey, man, just making sure your woman’s all right.”

I can see Hawke’s jaw ticking, trying to control his anger. “How my woman is feeling is none of your fucking business,” he says striding toward Rhyder. “You got that, brother?” He places both his hands on Ryder’s chest and pushes him.

Rhyder hits the bench with his back, and puts his palms up to Hawke. “Sorry, man, she looked upset. I was just making sure she’s okay.”

Hawke grabs Rhyder by his cut and pulls him up so they’re at eye level. “If you want to stay in this club, I suggest you mind your own fucking business.”

“Hawke! He was only….”

I stop what I’m about to say when I see Hawke’s look of warning. I swallow hard at the anger in his eyes, and decide not to test him.

He looks back at Rhyder and growls. “Get the fuck out of here,” he says, letting go of Rhyder’s cut. Rhyder straightens himself up and does what he’s instructed: leaves.

Hawke moves closer to me then, caging me in by placing his hands either side of me, resting them on the bench at my back. He’s so close.

Just as it looks like he’s about to say something, Trigger walks in. He stops when he spots us, his eyes shifting between both of us.

“Ah, am I interrupting here, brother?”

Hawke looks over to Trigger, and mumbles, “Get the fuck out, I need to talk to my woman.”

His woman?

Trigger smirks at me, then looks at Hawke. “Sorry. Prez, asked me to come find you, he wants a quick word. So sorry to break this up but we’re meeting in a few.”

“Fuck,” Hawke grunts out. He nods at Trigger. “I’ll be there, just give me a sec.”

“Sure thing, man.”

When Trigger leaves, my breath catches at the back of my throat when I see the intense look on Hawke’s face. He moves in closer toward me, then pulls the back of my hair, forcing me to look up into his baby blues. I gasp when he pulls even tighter, smashing my body against his. I can feel the ripples of his muscles against me as his chest moves in and out, struggling to control whatever this is.

I sneak my tongue out to lick my suddenly dry lips, and Hawke’s eyes follow the movement. Our lips are only inches away now and I’m silently pleading for him to kiss me. “You want this?” he asks as he leans in and traces his tongue along the outline of my lips. My stomach dips and I want nothing more than to suck on the warm muscle. I’m pissed at Hawke, but my body doesn’t seem to want to listen. It wants him, it’s dying to be touched by him.

His hand tightens and I feel a slight sting, but I can take it, I love this side of Hawke. His head dips and he sucks on my bottom lip. When he lets go of it with a pop I move in closer, trying to kiss him, but his hold in my hair keeps me at a distance. This is Hawke, proving to me that he is always the one in control. “I don’t like you being alone with another brother. You got me?” he murmurs against my lips. I take the question for the demand it is. Then he tilts his forehead and rests it against mine. “I gotta go, we will talk about this later.”

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