Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

The obsession he would always feel for his old lady howled awake, yawning a gaping hole inside him only she could fill. He reached out, roped her in by the waist until he felt the softness of her up against him. Only then did he exhale. There was never any noise in his head when his little bit of a thing was near.

“Hi, baby.” She grinned.

Hawk let his lips do the talking when he crushed a kiss on her mouth. Knowing every cue and reaction from her. He’d studied her long enough, hadn’t he? So when she sighed, his inner monster was fucking thrilled.

If not for the clown boy over there, he might have taken the kiss further, knowing how his old lady liked a quickie. Hawk was more than happy to provide because it meant he got to be inside her again.

Some lucky bastard he was, that’s for damn sure.

He still didn’t know what she saw in him.

She was smiling dreamily when he set her mouth free. “Oh, wow.” She sighed, listing into his chest. Smug, he buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair. His Gia kept about fifty bottles of smelly shit in the bathroom. He had to build special shower shelves for easy access. She smelled different every day. Sometimes lemons, other days coconut. He fucking loved dipping his nose all over her skin and inhaling her into him, calming the beast from within.

“Missed you,” he shared for her ears only. He’d gotten better at emoting with words, and not only with his grateful dick and tongue.

“I missed you too,” she smiled, stroking a hand along the edges of his beard. If she pulled it, he knew it was gonna be game over, and he’d kick Juicy out of the garage.

His good girl didn’t, though, pity.

“That’s why I brought you and baby brother some lunch.”

He scowled.

Not over the food, he was fucking starving.

She insisted on needling him about Juicy, urging him to get to know the kid, let him in their lives. What more did she want? He let the kid come to the house, didn’t he? He was never away from Hawk’s door when he was in Colorado.

Baby brother.

Not sure if he’d ever think about him that way.

Hawk wasn’t wired to love anyone other than Gia and Sunny. All his learned affection giving was for his girls. But he let the kid hang around, annoying the piss out of him.

“Yeah? Whatcha bring, little bit?”

“Your favorite.”

His lips stroked over her forehead, down to her ear. “You being naked on my lap?”

He knew she’d laugh. But he was deadly serious.

“Not quite, baby. A big Rueben sandwich with chips.”

“Second favorite.” He gruffed. He’d go without food forever if he could only have Gia in his mouth.

Whenever she blushed, Hawk had the urge to filthy her as badly as he was.

“Have you two been busy here?”

“Hmm.” He offered noncommittally. His Gia knew what he meant when she giggled into his chest. She never tried to domesticate him, knowing he was a fucking animal, but she’d encouraged spending time with Juicy to get to know him. “Give him a chance. He’s looking for a family, Colton. He’s desperate for you to be his brother. Try being his friend first.”

She didn’t understand he only had enough love in him for his girls, but he’d do anything for Gia, even letting a yammering clown hang around him.

Keeping an arm around her lower waist, he led her out of the garage. “Do you see clients today?” He asked. Hawk wasn’t the most romantic husband, but he tried, and he wanted to take her out tonight.

“Three. I’m nearly finished here. Then I’ll head to the office for group therapy. I was helping Zara with…” Hawk then listened to ten minutes’ worth of female shit. Only ‘cause it was his beautiful Gia, he didn’t shoot his brains out. He swooped down and took her mouth with a hard kiss.

“You do that on purpose,” she grinned, tugging his beard a little, dreaminess in her eyes.

“Only so much I can take, little bit of a thing.”

This amused his wicked wife.

After he’d walked Gia over to the clubhouse for more of the wedding nightmare stuff, he strolled back to the garage. No such luck that he was alone. Juicy was cleaning up the work area. He’d even given Hawk’s Harley a polish.

“You’re going to New York?” He asked, knowing Snake’s youngest brother was at Columbia University.

“Hoping to after the wedding.”

“You’re still messing around with Snake’s brother?”

Juicy scowled. “Not messing with Bale, we’re dating. I’m his man.”

So that’s how it was. It would thrill his Gia when he passed it on tonight. For months she’d asked him what he was doing with Bale, and Juicy would reply they were messing around, nothing serious. Something had shifted recently.

“How does that work? He’s there, and you’re here.”

“We make it work. He was home at Christmas, and I get out that way when I can. Or I send him a plane ticket when I’m in Texas. Dating’s changed since your day, old man,” he smirked over. “Long-distance isn’t the kiss of death anymore.”

Fat lot he knew, Hawk hadn’t ever dated, not until Gia. He was still learning that shit.

Juicy was looking seriously at Bale now. Huh, how about that? Maybe he would have to step in if Snake tried to kill him.

Didn’t mean he liked Juicy or anything.

Their conversation was cut off suddenly with the many sounds of police sirens growing closer. The pair looked at each other, then headed to the garage opening with fast strides.

Fucking Hell, four cop cars came through the gates like bats out of Hell.

They hadn’t had a raid in a long time. It used to be regular as clockwork once over.

“Holy