Beep. Her phone startled her. Looking down, she read the text message.
Hawk: Tomorrow is good. What time? Where?
Cara: Meet at Latte and Such at 2. K?
Hawk: K
That was it, nothing more. What’s his problem? Maybe he was mad at her for the other night when she came on to him like a total slut, then freaked out and ran home. Massaging her pounding temples with her fingertips, Cara wondered how her life had become so complicated in such a short time, and how Hawk always managed to invade her thoughts and body. She pondered whether she’d ever break free of him, and the big question, the one she avoided, was whether or not she wanted to.
* * *
Hawk couldn’t get Cara out of his mind. He had never felt like this with any other woman. He’d even let her ride on his bike, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by his brothers, and they gave him plenty of shit about it. Jax and Billy kept riding his ass about being pussy-whipped because he was acting all glum and dreamy-eyed.
Shit, dreamy-eyed. I don’t even know what the fuck that means. If it meant having images of Cara always in his mind’s eye, then yeah, he was dreamy-eyed.
Hawk couldn’t blame the guys for giving him hell about the way he’d been acting lately. He couldn’t stand the way he was acting, either, so he needed to straighten out and distance himself; after all, his case would be over soon. He was the man, and she was the woman who, at the moment, was playing boss and liking it too much, for his taste. What she needed was a good spanking. But he didn’t want to go there. His brothers would have a heyday with his hard-on and no slut in the room.
What he needed to do was go back to his fuck-’em-and-leave-’em life, and she needed to go back to her princess tower. He could have ten women right that second, easy. Once his case was over, he would fuck her hard and rough, then move on to casual fucking.
He’d make certain of that.
* * *
“Why are you involved in this? Aren’t you supposed to be defending people after the investigation is over?” Eric asked Cara while they sat at the Regency Hotel bar.
“I got pulled into it, that’s all. I know people are trying to frame Hawk in the sheriff’s office. I think whoever is doing it is being paid by this other biker club, Deadly Demons.”
“Whoa, Cara, you’re disintegrating before my eyes. What’s all this talk of Deadly Demons and bikers? Leave them all behind. I’m sure you have other cases, am I right?”
“An injustice is being done here. Don’t you see it?”
“So what? They’re all scumbags, whether they call themselves Insurgents or Deadly Demons. Who cares? Stay out of it, Cara. Anyway, you don’t know if anything you’re saying is true.”
“I checked the judicial background of the Deadly Demons Nomads, and they haven’t had one conviction in the last three years. Don’t you find that suspicious? Something is wrong here. I know it.”
“Are you saying the whole judicial system is protecting lowlife bikers? You sound like one of those people who think everything is a conspiracy. Move on, Cara.”
“I can’t.”
“You must, or you’re going to place yourself and maybe your family in danger. You don’t want to drag your parents into harm’s way, do you? You have no idea what these outlaws are capable of.”
Cara slowly nodded.
“Now, let’s forget this dirty biker world and talk about something else,” he suggested as he brought his drink to his lips.
As the two cousins talked, a man in the shadows watched them. The glow of his cigarette reflected in his fierce eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
Hawk watched her come through the coffee house doors, and she was beautiful. Her hair hung down her back, her eyes gleamed, and she wore a tight pencil skirt with a fitted sweater top, her high-heeled shoes completing the sexy look he loved. He moved around in his chair, trying to get comfortable as his dick stirred.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said breathlessly.
He smiled. “You gonna win this for me?”
“You bet. Those photos are gold.”
“You look hot when you’re excited. Is this how you’ll look with my cock in your pussy?”
“Why do you say those things, especially in a public place?”
“You know you like my dirty mouth. You’d love it on your slippery slit right now if you had the guts to go in the back and let me.”
“You see, that kind of talk won’t get your case dismissed. We agreed to talk about your case.”
“Fair enough, but am I allowed to fantasize about fuckin’ you while you legalese me?”
“I can’t stop you from thinking, if that’s what you mean.”