Banger’s Ride(222)

She leaned her head on Hawk’s shoulder and he turned around to look at her, his hair blowing around his face. Tilting forward, she kissed his cheek. She had been Hawk’s old lady since the end of December. For the past four months, she wore his patch. Every time she donned the leather vest or the jacket bearing his patch, his eyes beamed with pride. She loved him more than she ever thought it was possible to love a man.

Through the dark months which followed the awful night in the shack, Hawk had been her patient rock; she never could’ve done it without his strength and support. He was an amazing man, and she still couldn’t believe he was all hers. Whenever women came on to him, which was often, he’d squeeze her hand or put his arm around her shoulders as if to say he didn’t want any other woman but her. A funny, warm sensation went through her each and every time. I love being Hawk’s woman.

Cara adored the quaintness and elegance of Aspen, only an hour drive from Pinewood Springs. Cara used to come to Aspen a lot with her parents when she was a kid, and later with friends, but it’d been four years since her last visit. She was happy Hawk suggested it.

The Harley stopped in front of the historic landmark Hotel Jubal. Located in the heart of the town, the hotel harkened back to Aspen’s silver-mining days. Cara adored it, as it blended elegance with mountain spirit.

“I love this hotel,” she gushed as she hugged Hawk’s arm.

“I know how you like old stuff.”

“Guess that’s why I’m with you.”

He pretended to be insulted as he swatted her butt.

A crackling fire in a large, stone fireplace greeted them when they walked into the lobby. A blend of modern and historic décor made up the large room. Sleek, white couches mixed well with over-stuffed brown couches, and large Native American rugs accented the hardwood floors of the lobby. It was quite lovely.

A short bellman escorted Cara and Hawk to their room, and a beautiful suite welcomed them complete with stunning views of the white-capped Rocky Mountains. The room’s floor-to-ceiling windows were like a frame, the spectacular mountain range the painting.

After tipping the bellman, Hawk came behind Cara and nuzzled his face into her neck. “Like it?”

“I love it. Can you afford this?” Worry creased her brow.

He laughed. “Yeah, babe, I can afford it. I have a dispensary, remember? Do you know how much I make with one little dispensary?”

“Enough to afford the room?” she joked.

“Yeah, something like that.” He lightly sucked on the tender spot on the side of her neck, right above her collarbone.

“You’re going to mark me.”

“I plead guilty to that. What are you gonna do about it?” He sucked harder.

“Not a damn thing.”

She turned around in his arms and faced him. Brushing his lower lip with her tongue, she unzipped his pants.

“Doing that is going to get you fucked,” he rasped.

“Promise?”

Hawk led Cara into the spacious bedroom, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, he tugged her to him and kissed her. Their whispering soon turned to moans of pleasure as they gave way to their desire.

* * *

Seated at a table for two against the brick wall, Cara ordered a dirty martini with extra olives, and Hawk ordered a bottle of dark German beer. Steakhouse No. 316 was Cara’s favorite restaurant in Aspen, and she knew Hawk would love it since his favorite food was steak.

Hawk stared at Cara as she took a sip from her martini, a small drop clinging to her lips.

“What are you looking at?”

“You. You’re so damn sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re not too shabby, yourself.”

Cara slipped off her high heel and rubbed her foot up and down Hawk’s leg before she placed her foot on his lap and twisted her heel into his crotch. His cock felt like a thick, hard rod beneath her heel. With smoldering eyes, he leaned toward her. “Get over here.”

She stretched over the table and their lips met in the middle. The sourness of the lime on his full lips was enough to draw her closer. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth—it was cool from her martini. They pulled back when the waiter came over to take their order. Then Hawk placed his hand over hers and gazed at her, and she saw the candlelight reflected in them.

“I can’t believe Kylie will be graduating high school in a couple months,” Cara said.

“Tell me about it. I never thought Banger would let her go away to college. She has you to thank for that.”

Cara had championed hard for Kylie to go away to college. She’d found scholarships and grants for her so when Kylie confronted her dad, she had a lot of ammunition to fight her battle for independence. Banger put up a good fight, but in the end, he acquiesced. Cara was happy for her; Kylie had wonderful experiences ahead of her.