Hiding Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter, #2) (21 page)

He started laughing. "Let me guess, you told her how you wanted it."

"Uh, fuck yeah."

"Brother." He sighed. "Did you think of asking her?"

"What for? She's
my
woman now."

"Shit. How long has it been since you last had a woman? And I ain't talkin' about some random chick you screwed."

"Dunno, 'bout twelve years."

"Brother, advice. She'll have her back up. Even though she probably liked you wanting her in your house, she'll hate that you
ordered
her to do it. Especially with the 'tude your woman has."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. Now you got me."

"She said she'd come here tonight. If she doesn't, then I know how her game was played."

"Prepare. But I reckon the game’s already playin' if she told you she was comin' here tonight."

"Figured as much. She was sweet all day."

Pick burst out laughing before he hung up.

I'd give her time, see if she came to me. If she didn't, her arse was mine. Even though I knew I fucked up the situation, goddamn, she was my woman. I wanted her under my roof, not a brother's roof where he'd get to see her all the time. I knew it hadn't been long between us, but hell, I
knew
she was the one, and I'd fight with everything I had to prove it to her.

First, though, before I got the kids' dinner, I had to make another call.

The phone rang twice before Talon answered, "Talk."

"You alone?" I asked.

"No, got Blue, Griz, Killer and Stoke in the room."

Christ.
It just had to be all those taken fuckers.

Sighing, I said, "Put me on speaker."

"You're on," Talon said.

"I'm a pussy," I stated, and laughter rang out over the phone.
Fuck me.
"Proud to be a brother whose balls are around the neck of his woman."

I swore,
bloody swore,
I'd never get hooked, and one night while I was drunk and swearing it, I happened to make a bet with my brothers that if such a thing happened, I had to call them with those words exactly.

"Welcome to the crew, brother." Talon snorted.

"Good luck, brother," Killer added.

"Yeah, you're gonna need it." Griz chuckled.

"Especially from what we hear about Low. By the way, thanks for the money. Pick had us in on the bet. I was the closest to guessing when you’d claim your woman," Blue commented. My brothers laughed.

Jesus Christ. I’d fuckin’ forgotten about that damned bet.

"Looking forward to meeting her, Dodge," Stoke said. "My woman and I are gonna be your way soon to check in with Nary."

"Sounds good, brother." I grinned like a fuckin' fool. "And the lot of ya can get fucked," I added. Just before I hung up, the room up-roared in laughter again.

It was after we ate, after the kids had long gone to bed, that I stood in my living room with only the lamp in the corner shining. She hadn't come, and she wasn't answering her phone. It was time to play.

Putting my phone to my ear, I waited. "Prez," Dive answered with a smile in his voice. "Took you long enough to call me. What do you want me to do?"

"Bring her to me," I barked.

He chuckled. "This is gonna be fun to see."

*  *  *  *

W
illow

I was lying in bed when my door was thrown open. I screamed, threw the covers back, and was on my feet in the next moment on the bed. I expected it to be an angry Trey, but it wasn't. However, in the doorway, stood a grinning Dive.

"Dive?" I questioned.

"Nope, nothing you say can charm me into listening to you." How was his smile bigger as he stalked his way towards the bed?

"Dive, what are you doing?" I asked, backing up so I stood near my pillows.

"When you told me about your game, I knew the prez wouldn't go for it, and I was right."

"Dive," I whined as he stopped beside the bed near me.

"Still, I didn't want to get involved, even when I thought you were being stupid."

"Dive," I snapped, my hands going to my hips as I glared down at him.

"Low." He sighed. "You are being stupid." He held up his hand when I went to talk. "And so is he. He shouldn't have told you, he should have asked you. But what you don't get with us, honey, we bikers? We get what we want. We bikers make it happen. He's claimed you. My brother has never fuckin' done anything like that in the whole time I've known him. He sees something in you he hasn't with anyone else. Now, stop being a shithead and get your arse over there."

"But—"

"Nope, don't wanna hear it." And he didn't; his actions when he hurled me over his shoulder and out of the room said it all. Thank God, I'd gone to bed with clothes on. In fact, I wore Trey's boxers and tee. Dive walked right out of his house, while I struggled and cursed at him from over his shoulder. He jumped over the fence, my stomach hitting his shoulder, which caused me to lose my breath for a moment as he made his way to Trey's front door. Like he knew it would be unlocked, he opened it and stepped inside. Dive planted me on my feet then spun me around to face a scowling Trey. I silently rubbed my stomach and glowered at my man.

"Thanks, brother." Trey sent Dive a stiff chin lift.

Dive chuckled. "Anytime." And then he left, closing the door behind him.

"Little bird," was growled low. I turned my head back around from where it had followed Dive out and glared down at Trey. I liked that I was taller as I stood up on the ledge before it stepped down into the living room.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him to continue. I wasn't going to apologise...or maybe I should, maybe Dive was right. I
was
being a shithead. But I hated to be ordered around by someone I cared about the most.

Placing my arms down at my side, I started with, "I'm—"

But he interrupted with, "I'm sorry. I suck at this shit. Never have I liked change or been scared. For fuck's sake, I terrify and fuck people up for
my
club. But what's changed has freaked the fuck outta
me
for once. Low, I don't get scared, but I am now when I have two kids to take care of and a woman who could be taken from me at any second. Even though I won't let it happen, I've still seen it enough to know shit can go down that I can't stop. I've claimed you as my old lady. It puts a message out that no one touches you or I fuck them up. So having you still want to sleep next door...fuck, it didn't feel good, because I put myself out there for you and it felt like you threw it back in my face."

"Trey, I never—"

"I know." He sighed. "It ain't on you. You're just being you, and I went about it all the wrong fuckin' way. I should have asked instead of ordering. I was being a prick like your fuckin'—"

"Don't," I ordered. "Please, don't compare yourself to anyone. I know this is all new and scary to you, but it is for me, as well. I've never been in a relationship. I don't know how to do things, and I got my back up over something silly when I should have told you how I was feeling and how the way you went about ordering me...well, I didn't like it. But I know you meant to do right by me and you have, Trey. You really have. I've never felt anything like I do with you with anyone else."

"Does this mean you're gonna move in?"

"The kids—"

"I've talked to the kids. They're down with it. They think you're cool."

My eyes went to the floor. I couldn't help but smile. "Okay." I sighed teasingly. "I'll move in with you."

I looked up with a grin on my face to see his smile was light, happy and carefree. Amazing. His eyes were warm and held a hint of something else. His next words told me what that something was, "You're still gettin' punished for playin' your game today."

"What game?"

"Little bird," he said with a tone of warning.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Okay, bring it on."

He chuckled. "With pleasure."

"I hope so," I added and then gasped when I found myself up and over his shoulder. He stalked down the hall to his room, went in and threw me to the bed.

"Play with yourself," he ordered. That didn't seem like punishment to me, so I happily obliged. Shredding myself of his boxers, I spread my legs wide, so my man standing at the end of the bed could see my already swollen, wet pussy. "Run your fingers through your juices, Low," he said and then hissed through his teeth when I did just that. His eyes stayed glued to my privates as I slipped in two fingers and pumped them in and out.

"Trey," I whispered.

"Feel good, little bird?"

"Yes," I moaned and ran my thumb over my clit. "Oh, God, I'm already close."

"Stop!" he demanded.

"What?" I snapped.

"Stop!" he barked. Leaning forward, he held my hand down to the bed.

Okay, he did intend to punish me. He ordered, "You touch yourself again, I won't let you come all night."

"Trey," I whined.

"No, little bird." He smiled, stood tall again and hooked his thumbs in the sides of his jeans to shove them down. My man had gone commando, no boxers in sight. "I saw how hungry you got when I touched myself," he said and ran his hand over his cock. I glared while he chuckled. He looked down and I followed his line of sight. Running his forefinger over the tip of his cock, he then took it to his mouth to suck off his pre-cum.

Snap. It.

That was hot.

"Doesn't taste too bad, Low. Bet you'd like a taste."

Yes. Yes, I would.
I nodded as I slid my hand between my legs.

"No touching," he warned on a growl.

"Trey," I cried, but removed my hand.

He smirked and started tugging himself. "Look at you. Can't take your eyes away. You fuckin' love it."

I really did.

"Feels good, Low. So fuckin' good."

"Taste it again," I whispered.

"No."

"Please." I moaned and rubbed my legs together. God, the pressure to come was still building and I wasn't even touching myself. Instead, my incredible man touching himself may be enough to do me in.

He was so dang hot.

"Come 'ere," he demanded. Sitting up, I wiggled to the end of the bed. He stepped closer, fisted my hair and ordered, "Suck me."

Yes, please.

He moved his hand and my mouth wrapped around his hardness. I licked and tasted his pre-cum like a starved woman. Then I glided my slick lips down along his cock. He grunted his approval. "Suck me harder," he ordered. Applying pressure with my lips, I sucked harder up and down his dick, feeling it swell. I knew he was close to coming, and I was eager to have it fill my mouth.

"Stop!" he bit out.

Snap it. I groaned and sat back.

"Good girl." He smiled down at me. "Stand up and turn around." I was ready to explode. I didn't like him holding me off from pleasure, yet it was such a turn-on, as well.

Once my arse was to him, his hand went to the middle of my back and he forced it down so my hands went to the bed.

"You want my cock?"

"Yes."

"Tell me how much."

"A lot. Please, Trey." Instead of his dick, I felt his fingers slip into me, and I moaned.

"Fuckin' hell, so fuckin' wet." I lost his fingers and mewed in complaint, until I looked behind to see him on his knees. I gasped when he spread me wide with his fingers while his tongue lapped up my wetness.

"Yes, babe." I sighed and pushed my pussy onto his mouth. My belly dipped. My core quivered, ready to release on his face—until I lost him again. "Trey," I grumbled, desperate for more.

"You come on my cock tonight, little bird."

"Yes," I whispered. His hands went to my hips and the tip of him nudged at my entrance. And then, with one quick push, he was inside of me, causing us both to cry out.

"Love your pussy. Fuck, the taste, the smell, the feel of it. All fuckin' mine," he said as he pounded into me fast and hard.

"I, yes, oh...I..." It all crashed over me. He'd worked me up so much I was coming within seconds of having his cock in me.

"Jesus. Fuck," he grunted before his release spilled into me.

D
odge

Couldn't for the life of me stop smiling. Even though I knew there was a cunt out there gunning for my woman, I was smiling. But I knew something was gonna go down. I could feel it. It made me nervous, as if there were a pit bull in my stomach gnawing away, but I had to put it all aside and enjoy the time with my woman and the kids.

It'd been a month since Low had moved in, and it was as though she was made to be there, made for me and for the kids. They loved her and the company she kept. Lucia called in a couple of times and they thought she was a crack-up. We shared all the responsibilities, helped each other with the house shit, and with the kids. One afternoon, Tex had come home in a crap mood. I'd picked him up and told him he'd better snap outta it before we got home. He wouldn't tell me what his problem was, so I couldn't help fix it. When he walked in the door and Low greeted him, he told her to leave him alone. She looked at me worried, but then, I watched her back snap straight and she scolded, "Hang on there, little dude."

Tex paused in the mouth of the hallway. He didn't turn, though. Rommy stood by me, concern showing in her eyes and stiff posture. I hoped to Christ she didn't think Low would hit Tex for his attitude. I knew it wouldn't happen, but they may not have if it was what their mum had done.

"Turn around, Tex," Low said, and when he did, she asked. "Who peed in your Cheetos this morning?"

A snort escaped me. I looked down at Rommy to see her cover her mouth and giggle. I glanced over at Tex to see the anger had died down a little.

"No one," he said.

Low rolled her eyes. "Texas, tell me what has your boxers in a twist. I need to know if I have to go beat a kid up or yell and rant at a teacher. No one upsets anyone in this household."

Fuck, she was beautiful.

My chest expanded in pride. She wanted to protect the kids, and I knew she'd do it, even if it meant she beat a kid up.

My eyes moved from my woman to nephew, where I saw Tex wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Nothin' I can't handle."