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hand through his mussed-up hair, Jax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“Waking up from your beauty sleep?” Hawk poked Jax in the ribs.
“Wild night. We had a group of new bitches who came to party, and shit, they could party .” Jax smiled.
“Heard one of them pulled a train. Been a while since that’s been done.”
“Yup. It was wild. Where the hell were you? You’ve been missing a lot of good parties, brother.”
“I got these badges on my ass, so I’m trying to fix it.”
“Don’t you have a lawyer who’s supposed to do that?”
“Yeah, and she is. I just need to be around her, you know, to make sure all is cool.”
“You’re aiming for her pussy. We all know that. You tired of the common sluts? You want a high-class one?” Laughing, Jax patted Hawk on the shoulder.
A dark warning spread over his features. “She’s helping me stay outta prison, that’s all.”
“Lighten up. Hell, if you weren’t so puppy-love-shit over her, I’d get me some of her pussy.”
Hawk’s eyes glinted like shards of glass. Throwing his hands up in the air, Jax said, “Just messin’ with you. No offense.” He ambled down the hall.
Hawk froze, trying to regulate his breathing and rid his mind of the image of tackling and punching the shit out of Jax. Thinking of anyone but him having Cara’s pussy made his blood boil, and just under the surface of his skin, a question poked at him: did someone have his cock in her? Not knowing if she was fucking some other guy drove him crazy, and he strained to dismiss the images of another man stroking Cara’s soft skin, her silky hair, and her full lips.
Dammit! Hawk placed his fingers against his aching temples, hoping Cara would fade from his mind. Shit . Imagining her creamy-white skin, the way she smelled, and her soft lips on his made his cock strain against his jeans. Fuck, she’s hot. He needed to get some soon.
“What’re you doin’, Hawk?” a sultry voice asked.
Turning around, he recognized the blonde who’d had her pussy in Banger’s face. She wore shorts which showed her firm ass cheeks, and a low-cut tank top that exposed her ample breasts. Her blonde hair looked like it needed a dye job soon, but that didn’t bother Hawk. Sliding up to him, she touched his arm. She licked her full lips and put a finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly, brown eyes sparkling.
“Looking for some fun? I’d love to show you a good time.”
Hawk felt the pressure in his crotch. He’d had a hard-on ever since he remembered Cara’s soft body against his. She should be here with me, not this slut with the bad hair.
Needles of anger pricked at his skin as recollections of Cara’s haughty attitude and stubbornness invaded his mind. He hated the way she pretended she was so proper just because she grew up in the ritzy part of town and his beginnings were in an old, rusted trailer. Anger flushed his face. She didn’t know shit—living in her rich, protected world. Who needed her bullshit? No, what he needed real bad was pussy. The uptight snob wasn’t there, but this juicy blonde was, so he motioned with his head for her to follow him. The blonde squealed and grabbed his hand, but he pulled away.
“You don’t like me touching you, darling?” she asked.
“If you wanna fuck, let’s do it. I don’t go in for the pretend-it-matters shit. Got it?”
“Whatever you say, honey.”
In Hawk’s room, the blonde stripped down to her neon pink thong before Hawk had his shirt off. “Anxious, are you?”
“For you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Some of the girls you fucked been talkin’ around ’bout how you know how to please a woman. I seen you ’round town on that hot Harley you ride. You know you’re handsome, don’t you? I ain’t met a good-lookin’ guy who don’t know it. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Hawk.”
“Do you wanna talk, or fuck?”
“I love doing both.”
“I don’t.”
Hawk pulled the whore toward him. “My name’s
“Waking up from your beauty sleep?” Hawk poked Jax in the ribs.
“Wild night. We had a group of new bitches who came to party, and shit, they could party .” Jax smiled.
“Heard one of them pulled a train. Been a while since that’s been done.”
“Yup. It was wild. Where the hell were you? You’ve been missing a lot of good parties, brother.”
“I got these badges on my ass, so I’m trying to fix it.”
“Don’t you have a lawyer who’s supposed to do that?”
“Yeah, and she is. I just need to be around her, you know, to make sure all is cool.”
“You’re aiming for her pussy. We all know that. You tired of the common sluts? You want a high-class one?” Laughing, Jax patted Hawk on the shoulder.
A dark warning spread over his features. “She’s helping me stay outta prison, that’s all.”
“Lighten up. Hell, if you weren’t so puppy-love-shit over her, I’d get me some of her pussy.”
Hawk’s eyes glinted like shards of glass. Throwing his hands up in the air, Jax said, “Just messin’ with you. No offense.” He ambled down the hall.
Hawk froze, trying to regulate his breathing and rid his mind of the image of tackling and punching the shit out of Jax. Thinking of anyone but him having Cara’s pussy made his blood boil, and just under the surface of his skin, a question poked at him: did someone have his cock in her? Not knowing if she was fucking some other guy drove him crazy, and he strained to dismiss the images of another man stroking Cara’s soft skin, her silky hair, and her full lips.
Dammit! Hawk placed his fingers against his aching temples, hoping Cara would fade from his mind. Shit . Imagining her creamy-white skin, the way she smelled, and her soft lips on his made his cock strain against his jeans. Fuck, she’s hot. He needed to get some soon.
“What’re you doin’, Hawk?” a sultry voice asked.
Turning around, he recognized the blonde who’d had her pussy in Banger’s face. She wore shorts which showed her firm ass cheeks, and a low-cut tank top that exposed her ample breasts. Her blonde hair looked like it needed a dye job soon, but that didn’t bother Hawk. Sliding up to him, she touched his arm. She licked her full lips and put a finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly, brown eyes sparkling.
“Looking for some fun? I’d love to show you a good time.”
Hawk felt the pressure in his crotch. He’d had a hard-on ever since he remembered Cara’s soft body against his. She should be here with me, not this slut with the bad hair.
Needles of anger pricked at his skin as recollections of Cara’s haughty attitude and stubbornness invaded his mind. He hated the way she pretended she was so proper just because she grew up in the ritzy part of town and his beginnings were in an old, rusted trailer. Anger flushed his face. She didn’t know shit—living in her rich, protected world. Who needed her bullshit? No, what he needed real bad was pussy. The uptight snob wasn’t there, but this juicy blonde was, so he motioned with his head for her to follow him. The blonde squealed and grabbed his hand, but he pulled away.
“You don’t like me touching you, darling?” she asked.
“If you wanna fuck, let’s do it. I don’t go in for the pretend-it-matters shit. Got it?”
“Whatever you say, honey.”
In Hawk’s room, the blonde stripped down to her neon pink thong before Hawk had his shirt off. “Anxious, are you?”
“For you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Some of the girls you fucked been talkin’ around ’bout how you know how to please a woman. I seen you ’round town on that hot Harley you ride. You know you’re handsome, don’t you? I ain’t met a good-lookin’ guy who don’t know it. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Hawk.”
“Do you wanna talk, or fuck?”
“I love doing both.”
“I don’t.”
Hawk pulled the whore toward him. “My name’s
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