“I did that an hour ago. She was sleeping while I changed her. She was so damn tired.” He laughed then kissed her neck. “I can’t wait to put you to bed.”
She placed her hands on his. “Do you want me to be naughty or nice?”
“Fuckin’ filthy,” he whispered as his teeth grazed her ear.
Shivers tingled through her. His presence, his scent, his touch made her feel like she was going to melt. Everything about him ignited deep feelings of love and lust inside her.
“It was a lovely party. We had a good time as always. Thank you,” Baylee said as Axe helped her with her coat.
“Dude,” Axe said to Hawk, bumping fists with him.
“I’m so glad you and Tigger could make it,” Cara said to Sofia, hugging her warmly. “We’re planning a birthday lunch for Belle in two weeks. You have to come.”
Sofia glanced at Tigger who narrowed his eyes. “She’ll let you know. She’s got a lot of things to do in the house.”
“She’s an old lady and needs to be at my woman’s birthday lunch,” Banger said. He looked at Cara. “Sofia will be there.”
Tigger nodded. “Yeah. Of course. I thought you meant tomorrow.”
What an idiot. Kudos Banger. “I’ll put you down. I can pick you up or Cherri can if you don’t want to drive.” The asshole doesn’t let her drive anywhere without him. Drop his ass, Sofia!
Sofia looked at Tigger. “Thanks, but my husband will take me.”
When Tigger nodded his approval at her, Cara wanted to kick him in the balls in the worst way.
“We had fun. Merry Christmas,” Sofia said. Tigger walked out and Sofia followed, but for a split second, she paused, looked over her shoulder, and threw a warm smile at Wheelie. “Merry Christmas,” she mouthed, and then she took Tigger’s hand and walked down the porch steps.
Cara watched Wheelie from her peripheral vision as he stared out the front door, watching Sofia as she slid into the car and drove away into the snowy darkness. He looked like he’d just lost his best friend, and her heart went out to him.
“Do you want to come with us tomorrow to my aunt Teresa’s house?” she asked.
Surprise flashed across his face. “Thanks, but I’m going to the club and hang out with the brothers. The club women will make dinner. Have you seen Rags? We drove over together. He’s crashing at my place tonight.”
Cara clapped her hands. “I’m so glad you won’t be alone tonight.” Wheelie gave her a funny look and ambled toward the kitchen.
“What the hell was that all about?” Hawk asked, closing the front door.
“What do you mean?” Cara tried to brush past him, but he grabbed her arm.
“Cara, stop thinking what I know is in your mind. Leave Wheelie alone. Leave Sofia alone. And definitely leave Tigger alone. Don’t get involved with any of it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just asked one of your single friends if he wanted to share Christmas with us. I wouldn’t call that getting involved. I’d call it being nice and thoughtful.”
“Don’t act so innocent. Remember how you were obsessed with hooking Banger up?”
“And it worked. He and Belle are very happy. What’s your point?”
Hawk scrubbed his face. “Just stay out of it. Anyway, Tigger’s a brother and if Wheelie crosses the line, he’s out of the Insurgents. I doubt he’d give up the brotherhood. Loyalty runs deep for us.”
“I know. Stop getting all bent out of shape.” Cara turned away and plastered on a huge smile. “Rags, Wheelie, I’m going to pack up some food for you.” She scurried into the kitchen, giggling softly as she pictured Hawk’s scowling face.
As she closed the front door, she heard Hawk’s heavy footsteps on the stairway. She looked over and saw him carrying a sleepy Braxton and a deep, warm love spread through her. After switching off all the lights and setting the alarm, she went upstairs to their bedroom. She grabbed the red teddy with all the ribbons and cut-outs that Hawk had given her for Valentine’s Day a couple of years before and went into the bathroom.
When he came into the bedroom, he closed the door and looked intensely at her, the glow from the fire shining on them. He glanced at the lampshades covered in red scarves and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She held the sheet under her chin and watched him, mesmerized by the way his hard muscles flexed with every move. Looking at his deep V, she licked her lips, knowing where it led. Still holding her gaze, he kicked off his boots and then unzipped his jeans. Stepping out of them, he paused and her eyes fixed on the pulsing hard bulge in his boxers. With deliberate movements, he tugged them down, his erection springing out, pointing at her.
“Come over here,” he rasped.
“What if I don’t?” she breathed.
“I’ll come and get you, and I won’t be gentle.”
A long pulsing quiver ran through her. “Then come and get me.”
Hunger shone in his eyes as he walked slowly to her, and each step made her shiver in anticipation. When he reached her, he tangled his fist in her hair, yanking her head back. He dipped his head and took her mouth in a deep, wet, claiming kiss. The sheet fell away as she circled her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. All thoughts slipped from her mind and there was only sensation, sizzling sensation. Steamy, like the sweltering heat of July. They were kissing fast, hard, deep, and frantic. Cara put her hand on Hawk’s face, loving the roughness of his day-old shave. He rubbed his face against hers—sweeping the cheeks, the nose, nuzzling the ear, finishing with feathery kisses on the forehead. Her passion ignited and gripped her.
“You’re so sexy. I’m on fire, honey,” she whispered, pressing even closer to him.
He pushed back and his gaze devoured her. “Fuck, you look tempting.” He reached out and took the satin ribbon tied over her tit between his fingers. “I can’t wait to unwrap you, babe,” he leaned in again and kissed her hard, gliding his hand under her ass and squeezing it.
His scorching tongue heated the skin on her throat, the swell of her breasts, dipping down into her cleavage before he took the end of one of the ribbons between his teeth and pulled it, revealing a hard rosy bud.
Desire burned in his eyes. “Luscious.” He untied the other ribbon, revealing the other bud. He rolled her pink nipples, and she squirmed. “So fuckin’ delicious,” he said hoarsely. Bending his head down, he licked her hard nipples while he squeezing her tits.
She arched her back and let out a moan. “That feels so good, honey,” she said in a soft voice as she pulled the tie out of his hair. Spilling down over his shoulders, the ends of his hair tickled her skin.