* * *
“I gotta call that lawyer of yours and see if she wants to join the payroll. She did a damn good job,” Banger said.
“We don’t need any bitches on the payroll. Les is just fine. He does what he’s told, and he doesn’t argue all the time. He’s the perfect lawyer for the club,” Hawk answered as he reached for his beer.
“What changed your mind? A few weeks ago, you were all for her taking Les’ place. Did she tell you to go to Hell?” Banger laughed.
“It’s better to leave women out of the business aspect of the club. Women are for fuckin’, and that’s about it.”
“Whatever, we’ll take it up at church next week. You goin’ on the run?”
“When?”
“A few brothers are leavin’ in a couple of days. I’m thinkin’ of goin’, but I don’t want to leave Kylie alone. She’s had some lovesick fuck hangin’ ’round the house too much. I think I’ll have to set him straight.”
“Kylie’s a good girl. She knows what’s up.”
“I don’t want no boys ’round her. She’s too young.”
A few weeks before, Kylie had turned eighteen and was in her senior year at George Washington High School.
“She’s not that young anymore. Next spring, she’ll be outta high school,” Hawk said.
As Banger cleared his throat, he glared at Hawk. “She’s too young to think about getting serious with any boy. This isn’t open for discussion.”
Smiling, Hawk threw his hands up in defeat, knowing that when it came to Kylie, no one could tell Banger anything. Sometimes, Hawk felt sorry for the constraints Banger put around Kylie’s life, and when she’d come over to his place to use his computers, she did a lot of complaining about her dad. Hawk could understand some of her issues, but he told her all the time how lucky she was to have a dad who cared about her. She’d had a great mother, too; Grace doted on Kylie, and when she died, Banger did a damn good job playing Mom and Dad, even though it had been tough. Just recently, Kylie shared her desire to leave, and she swore Hawk to secrecy. Although, she didn’t have to worry about him telling Banger her plans; he knew the president would go ballistic because Banger never wanted her to leave his safe haven.
“I would like for Kylie to learn how to cook better. I loved the spaghetti sauce that lawyer made. Shit, she knows how to cook. You think you could arrange to have her teach Kylie how to make tomato sauce?”
“My case is over, and I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again. No reason to, you know?”
Pushing his stool away from the bar, Banger stood up, patted Hawk on the back, and smiled. “Like I said—when you talk to her, see if she can help Kylie with some cooking.”
Grunting, Hawk swiveled back around, laying his elbows on the bar. Staring at the beer bottle in his hand, images of Cara bent over her desk, pussy and ass ready, flitted in his mind. He needed to see her again. Fucking her was better than he had imagined, and he was sure he had just melted the tip of the iceberg. Pretending their fucking didn’t mean anything was a crock of shit, and she knew it. As he stroked her pussy, he felt her body shake from desire, and when they held each other’s gazes, an intimate connection passed between them, something he’d never experienced before with a woman. There was no way he was going to stay away from her, but he’d give her some time. Before long, she’d be yearning for his lips on her tits and his cock in her pussy.
He could wait. She was worth it.
* * *
When Cara got to the office, Asher met her at the door and whispered, “Very mean-looking badass in your office.”
Cara’s heart leapt; Hawk had come to see her. As her insides quivered, a huge smile broke out over her face.
Noticing her expression, Asher jumped to rein her in. “No, it’s not Hawk. It’s another biker, and he doesn’t look friendly.”
Curious, Cara walked into her office and saw a lanky man sitting on one of her leather chairs. Dressed in blue jeans, black boots, and a leather cut with a 1% patch, his uneven brown hair fell around his shoulders in layers. As he blew a smoke ring in her direction, his dull brown eyes raked over her body.
“This is a non-smoking building,” she said.
“Good to know,” he said as he continued to blow smoke in her direction.
Ignoring him, Cara asked, “May I help you?”
“Not really. I’ve come here to help you.”
Staring at him, she raised her eyebrows.
“I hear that lovely nose of yours keeps getting into places where it doesn’t belong.”
“Who are you? I have a ton of work and a client coming in soon, so what do you want?”