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Hawk
Hawk looked at his woman lying naked on his bed, smiling up at him. His eyes stroked over the defined muscles playing under her golden caramel skin every time she moved. She was in peak physical condition and he knew she must work hard to maintain it. But she had not worked out once, that he knew of, since he met her. He softly ran a finger over her biceps, up over her shoulder blade and down the centre of her body. Her stomach muscles clenched and went hard under her silky skin.
“I love your muscles. I love that you can take care of yourself. And I love how you claim me as yours.”
By the way her eyes narrowed he knew he was not going to like what came next.
“You may like my muscles but you have a very definite thing for tall blondes with big tits and soft asses. And before you try to deny it remember what happened downstairs. I did not appreciate being forced to beat up one of your whores in front of your club to assert my position as your old lady.”
Between one blink and the next she rolled over to the other side of the bed and stood looking at him out of icy dead eyes. The fucking Crow stood in front of him and he knew he had to be careful what he said and did next.
“If you think what happened to the old bitch in that room was bad I can assure you it was not. That was nothing. She was nothing. You push me and every single one of your bitches will appear outside the gates of your club. They will be covered in my patterns and they’ll be dead, very, very dead.” It was said in that icy hiss he now knew belonged to the Crow. “Do. Not. Push. Me.”
His little bird’s eyes closed and she shook her head violently, and when she opened them again she was back. But she also wasn’t back. He had fucked up badly, testing her in front of his club. For a minute down there he had forgotten who she really was. Had forgotten that she had grown up in a MC and knew the whores would always be there, ready to fuck him. Plus she knew that some brothers banged the club whores even though they had an old lady.
And his actions had made it clear to everyone, however untrue, that he was one of those. He should have pushed Kathy off him, should never have allowed her to touch him, to put her lips on him. But his gut had been burning after she had gone on that run with Rooster and he had let that shit rule his actions.
“I no longer feel like this.” She waved her hand between them. “ I’m going to have a shower and when I’m done I want my phone. I have shit to do today and I have to call Killian and Pixie. You don’t own me, you do not decide to whom I can and cannot speak.” Her voice was dead and filled with ice.
She shut him out so completely he felt it like a punch to the gut. He had to fix this, tell her his fucked up reasons for being a damned fool.
“Little bird, I’m such a fucking asshole. I was jealous. It ate at me that you spent the night with Rooster. I called and fucking messaged and you didn’t answer or call me back. I couldn’t sleep last night and nearly lost my motherfucking mind thinking that I had lost you.”
His explanation earned him a cold look and an icy reply.
“You really don’t trust me, do you? No don’t answer that, the question was rhetorical. Rooster was a friend who became a lover and after it was over our friendship didn’t end. He will always be my friend. Unlike your whores he has integrity and respected your claim, his only motivation for taking me on that run was to help dispel the shit that was clogging my head.”
Cold black eyes met his and Hawk felt anger start to coil in his gut but he pushed it down as he tried to explain.
“Freeze fucked with my head. Told me Rooster was going to fuck you and claim you. I didn’t know what to expect when I saw you this morning. Didn’t know if you were still mine when you rode into the yard.”
DC rubbed her hands over her eyes and sighed heavily, and to him it seemed as if she was sad.
“You obviously don’t trust me. I had my own room, Hawk. Have your guy check out the Margate Sands. That’s where we stayed over. In a three bedroom apartment on the fifth floor.”
Fuck. “I do trust you, baby. One of the things I love about you is that you don’t lie. Not about what’s important to you.”
She stood on the other side of the bed, totally naked, but oddly it wasn’t sexual, not anymore.
“I am thirty one years old, Hawk. I’ve had lovers and Raj and Rooster aren’t the only men I’ve been with. Some of them are still my friends, while some aren’t. Unlike your whores hardly any of my exes are a constant in my life. And both of us know there’s a good chance we’ll never see Raj again, so that leaves Rooster and he lives in Cape Town, hundreds of kilometres away from Jozi. But regardless of the distance he will always be a constant in my life. Deal with it like I have to deal with your sluts.”
Hawk’s dick was no longer hard, hadn’t been for a while now. Somehow he had to turn this around, convince his woman of his commitment to her and only her. Losing her wasn’t only unthinkable it was unacceptable and it wasn’t going to happen, not if he had anything to say about it.
“It is good that we are having this talk now. I’ve been in one relationship my entire life and that was with my ex-wife. And it did not end well. Every single bitch that came after her got nothing from me. The only thing I gave them was my cock. I never wanted an old lady until I met you. You changed everything. Changed what I wanted in my life and forced me to acknowledge the inevitable. I now know why I never settled down with one of those bitches, it’s because I have been waiting for you. What happened down there will never happen again. You have my word. You and I, we are inevitable. We are meant to be. Soul mates. I love you, little bird.”
Her eyes never left his as he laid it out for her. As he gave her what he hadn’t given to another woman, ever. He watched as his little birds’ rigidly held body softened.
“I can’t help but wish your cock hadn’t been so very fucking busy while waiting for me. I can deal with it. I just don’t need to have the evidence shoved down my throat. Like it was earlier. I never wanted to be someone’s old lady because I knew only too well what those women had to put up with. I had a job I enjoyed, family who loved me and I could take a lover whenever I felt like it. Life was good. I didn’t need an old man to make it better. And then you happened. You changed everything I thought I wanted. You turned my world upside down from the very first minute I saw you. I love you too, my Viking.”
Relief flooded through him when her declaration registered. Wordlessly he held his arms open wide. He laughed as she jumped on the bed ran across and flung herself into his arms with a wild yell. He wrapped her in his arms keeping her tight against him, shoving his face into her neck and breathing her in. His woman was wild and complicated and when he first met her he only wanted to fuck her and then put her behind him. Her fight with Jane had opened his eyes when he saw the real woman behind the façade she showed the world. A woman he had fallen in love with so deeply he could not imagine his life without her.
“Arms and legs around me, little bird.” He whispered as he slid his hands down to her firm ass cheeks and lifted. “Wrap around me tight, my little love.”
Her face immediately went into his neck and he felt her breath against the sensitive skin as she whispered.
“Never let me go, my Viking. Promise you will never let me go.”
“You are mine, little bird. You will always be mine and I’m never ever letting you go, I promise.”
Her arms and legs tightened around him and his little bird, his old lady, the love of his life sighed with contentment.
Moving carefully he crawled onto the bed and laid her down in the centre while staying connected to her. Giving her his weight he lifted his head and grinned when she groaned. Pushing up on his forearms he dropped his head and kissed her, slow, invading her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back, nipping at his bottom lip and sliding her little tongue over the slight sting. Her legs were clamped high around his waist, holding him against her.
Balancing on one forearm he reached down, got his jeans down and kicked them off. As his jeans slid away his rock hard cock was pushed up against the wet heat of her pussy and Hawk groaned. There was no way he could stop from slowly thrusting against her and sliding his cock through the wet, slick heat. At the top of his slow slide the head of his cock bumped against her swollen clit and both of them groaned.
“Whose pussy is this, baby?” He ran his tongue over her top lip and pulled it into his mouth for a short sucking kiss as he slowly rocked against and through her wet heat.
His woman moaned as his cock teased her clit.
“Yours.”
“Tell me again, baby. Who does this pussy belong to?”
Her moans were coming almost continuously now.
“You, my Viking. It belongs to you.”
“That’s right, my little bird. You are mine. Your pussy, your body, your heart, it all belongs to me now.”
Her small hand slid down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it tightly.
“This cock belongs to me. You belong to me and no one gets to touch but me.”
Hawk groaned as she squeezed again. “My cock is yours, little bird. It only wants your touch, no other.”
“Your hand feels so fucking good but I have to get inside you, right fucking now.” Pulling away from her hand was torture. But he endured it because what was to come would be so much better.
Pushing insistently against her tight little pussy he slid in and thrust hard, seating himself so deep inside her he felt as if he had become a part of her. He slowly thrust in and out, relishing the feel of taking her bare, shuddering as her slippery walls tightened around him.
“Love feeling you on my cock.”
“And I love feeling your cock.” She hissed as he thrust harder. “But we need a condom.”
“You’re taking me bare, little bird. I don’t want anything between us. I’m marking you as mine, inside and out.”
Hawk didn’t give her a chance to answer because he could no longer hold back the wildness that boiled in his blood. Dropping his head he found her mouth and slid his tongue in deep as he started fucking her hard. Their deep moans joined the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh. The walls of her pussy started convulsing around his cock as he slammed into her repeatedly.
Her body arched under him as she climaxed and she gave a short sharp scream as she shuddered underneath him. Hawk slammed deep into her convulsing pussy and his climax hit as her silky walls clamped down on his cock. He spurted deep inside her, marking her with his seed. Coming inside her was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. Her spasming pussy drained him dry and he pulled her tight against his hips, keeping them connected as he rolled to his side. He wasn’t ready to sever their connection.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Hmmm.”
Hawk chuckled. “Does that mean it was good for you too?”
“Hmm, it was so good I can’t feel my toes.”
Kissing her nose and pressing little kisses over each eye lid Hawk grinned.
“That’s good but we have to shower and I have to get on top of the shit going down this morning. Don’t want to talk about business while I have you on my cock and in our bed.” Hawk slowly pulled his still semi-hard cock from the wet warmth surrounding it and laughed as his old lady shuddered and moaned.
Scooping her up he got them out of bed and into the shower where he washed her. Very thoroughly and fucked her again. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he knew it would never be enough.
He did not want to leave their room but eventually they had to.
Hawk wanted the memory of their time together to carry him through the shitty day that faced his club. And to some extent it did.
Sitting at the table surrounded by his brothers he saw by their faces that this day was as fucked up for them as it was for him. As the national president of the Iron Dogz MC he was at the head of the table in the chair usually occupied by Hotdog. He now sat on Hawk’s left while Ice sat on his right. Looking around the table and the room he tapped the gavel on the square of iron in front of him and started the meeting.
The only phone in the room lay on the table in front of him. Jagger and Ziggy were on the other end of the call.
“Have you got anything else for us, Ziggy?” Hawk couldn’t keep his fingers still and they drummed on the arm of his chair.
“Still looking into the cell phone calls originating in Cape Town, Prez. The phone hasn’t been RICA’ed so no ID or address to follow up on. All I can tell you is that it’s an unregistered pre-paid and was last used at the Waterfront in Cape Town.”
The sound of fast typing and mumbling came through the speaker.
“Got you now you fucker.”
More typing and mumbling and then Jagger spoke.
“The bastard in Durban just used the phone. Zig is doing his magic and trying to pinpoint the location. Okay, we’ve got him. It’s near the cell tower in Hillcrest right now. Looks like he might be on the N3 moving towards Durban. If he is he’ll have to go through the Marianhill Toll Plaza, or MTP, and Zig has hooked into the cameras. Dollar is keeping his eye on the smaller trucks coming through. Don’t think they will need anything bigger than an eight tonner. We’ll try for facial recognition but it’s a long shot.”
“Good work, brothers. Ziggy, can you hook up with Mad Dog? I want to be able to follow the shit from this side as it goes down.”
An irritated snort sounded and Hawk’s eyebrows rose. Ziggy wasn’t in a good mood and that wasn’t usual for his information officer.
“Sure, Boss. If Mad Dog can log in now I can hook us up.”
“Good.” Nodding at Mad Dog he watched as the man left to get to work. “If no one has anything to add I think we’re done. I’ll talk to you once I’m in the communications room, Ziggy.”
Hawk ended the call abruptly and sat back.
“We all know what we have to do today and tonight. We stay focused until the threat to our club has been eliminated and we have freed those children.”
Several ‘hell yesses’ sounded around the room and Hawk tapped the gavel to end the meeting. He had to get to the communications room, check on Ziggy and then he wanted to find his old lady.
Fuck it felt good to be able to think and say those words. His old lady.
Hawk sat watching Mad Dog as his fingers flew over the keyboard. He sat in front of an array of monitors on which several scenes were playing out. They had the MTP on one screen, on another was the warehouse that was set to blow, on another were several outside views of the clubhouse, on another were inside views of the clubhouse, on another the streets around the clubhouse. But the screen right in front of Mad Dog was the one they were watching intently. It gave them several different views of the N3 into Durban. Every single truck with a closed bed was scrutinised and the faces of the drivers compared to the photos they had of Speedy and his band of rogues.
It was an irritatingly slow job.
Sitting back while still staring at the screen Hawk started to run through the information the old bitch had given them. And suddenly it hit him. They were looking at the wrong trucks.
“Ziggy, how many trucks do we have coming into Durban today?”
Ziggy immediately got it, so did Jagger.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Give me a second, one second.” Silence and then a long gust of breath. “Four trucks. I’ve got them all on satellite tracker. Three are running together as ordered and they have already passed through the MTP. The fourth is behind them and running alone and against orders. It’s about to come down Marianhill. We’ll be able to see the truck as soon as it hits the cameras around the MTP.”
Furious clicking from both Ziggy and Mad Dog filled the room.
“Aaaaannnd there he is. The fucking bastard. Do you have him, Mad Dog?”
“Yeah, brother, got the fucker front and centre.” Mad Dog thumped a fist next to the keyboard. “Got you, you slimy bastard. Going to fucking gut you later you bitch.”
Hawk had to grin at the man at the desk. Mad Dog was highly pissed off. They watched the Iron Dogz truck start its descent towards the tollgates and roll through the e-tag gate, not stopping. The faces of the driver and the two men next to him where very clear. Hawk had no idea who they were and he always made an effort to get to know all their truck drivers and their assistants.
“Jagger, those aren’t our drivers, are they? I don’t recognise the fuckers.” Hawk had a very bad feeling in his gut.
“No, Boss. Dave and Petey are supposed to be in that truck. Just pulled up a report that they had to pull into the PMB depot with food poisoning. Two of the depot drivers were supposed to take over and bring the truck in on schedule. And those fuckers sitting in our truck are not on the list of employees at the depot. Zig just pulled up the personnel files and we got nothing on those guys. And there should not be a third man in that fucking truck.”
“We need to know if the depo has been compromised. Find out if Dave and Petey are safe, Jagger.”
“Already on it, Boss.”
The reason behind the elaborate setup of the Iron Dogz MC had been banging at the door in his brain. He had to talk to DC, find out if the young woman she had questioned had said anything significant. If he was right he had no one but himself to blame for this cluster fuck.
Leaving the room abruptly he went looking for his woman. He found her with Molly and two other women.
“DC, I need you for a minute. “ He beckoned her out of the room where the four women had been hanging out.
Hawk drew her into the empty meeting room. Their chapel. And pulled her down in a chair next to his. His eyes met her confused and worried ones.
“This is important, baby. When you interrogated the younger of those women, did she identify anyone other than Speedy?”
DC sat quietly and he could see her going over it in her head.
“She said that it wasn’t just Speedy. That there was a woman involved. She thought her name was May but she didn’t know her surname. That was all, except that she thought the woman was the one in charge. Which would make what the old bitch said the truth. A woman with an English accent, a cold voice and her name is May. Not much to go on.”
But Hawk knew better. It was everything he needed. He knew exactly who was in charge of this operation and he knew why she was coming after the Iron Dogz. He had shot down her overtures to draw his club deeper into their dark business. This was her making her move to get him out of the presidents’ chair and out of her way.
“You know who it is, don’t you?” DC’s soft voice intruded.
All Hawk could do was nod.
“Can she be eliminated?” So cold, his little bird.
“No, baby. She’s very, very well connected and protected. But I do know how to get around her.” Kissing his woman he stood and pulled her up. “Have to get on this right away, DC. I have shit to do to save my club. To save all of us. I’ll come get you when it’s done.”
“You be careful, Hawk. Don’t take unnecessary risks.”
Hawk shook his head, grinning as he took her back to the other women and after another short kiss left to go do what he had to do.
Dominic Maingarde had some fucking explaining to do.
