Hawk's Property(6)

“Well, I’ll be honest here. We don’t do business with bit—women. Les ain’t able to help us ’cause he got some medical shit goin’ on. He said you’re fuckin’ good, so we gotta go with you. But, you know, we don’t have bitches—oh, excuse me, I mean women—who do this shit, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jax whispered to Hawk. “We only have bitches for pussy.” He elbowed Hawk. Both of them chuckled, Hawk’s eyes never leaving her face.

Cara pretended she didn’t hear. She looked each one of them in the eye. “You don’t have to hire me. I won’t be offended. I have a full caseload and agreed to meet with you as a favor to Mr. Anderson. I can recommend some excellent male attorneys in the area.” She started flipping through her Rolodex.

“Hold on there, pretty one. We didn’t say we didn’t want you. It’s just that we ain’t used to relating to women in this way, you know?”

She looked at Jax, whose head bobbed in agreement. Hawk just sneered at her. Why in the hell don’t I just tell these chauvinistic assholes to get another attorney? You better appreciate what I’m doing for you, Les.

“Just so no one’s uncomfortable,” she said.

“We ain’t. It’s just somethin’ new, that’s all.” Banger smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“What’s going on that brought you here?” Cara asked.

Banger pointed to Hawk. “Hawk here has had his shop searched a few times, and the fuckin’ badges have come to the clubhouse and tried to pass some bullshit warrants, but Les took care of that.

“Why have they singled you out? Do you have a record?”

“He’s on probation for assault,” Banger answered for Hawk.

“Assault? What went down?”

“Just a barroom brawl. Nothing big,” Banger said.

Turning her head, Cara caught Hawk’s eyes. “Is that true? Nothing more than a few punches?”

Stone-faced, he nodded.

“Have they come to your home?” she continued.

Still staring at her, Hawk shook his head. Cara bit her lower lip. Damn, he’s good-looking. His cut revealed geometric and swirled tribal armband tattoos over his muscular biceps. On his left forearm, he bore a tattoo of a fierce-looking hawk, its eyes piercing and intense. Framing the hawk’s orange-yellow beak were sharp, black talons dripping blood. Its vividness was mesmerizing.

Patches covered his leather cut. There was a diamond-shaped one with the symbol “1%er” on the left side. Hawk’s outstretched legs were tight in his blue jeans, showcasing his muscles. Cara licked her lips and forced herself to turn away. Instead, she focused her attention on Banger, questioning him about various incidents with the cops.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hawk staring at her, a smirk on his face. I bet he caught me checking him out.

Turning toward Hawk, she said, “If the cops come over again, call me right away, okay?” He lifted his chin.

Banger got up, looking at Cara, and said, “You take care of us and we’ll take care of you. You fuck us and, let’s just say, we ain’t the forgivin’ type.”

“I’ll do my best with all of your cooperation.” Staring Banger right in the eyes, she tried to prove she wasn’t going to let any of these think-they’re-badass bikers intimidate her. She could hold her own. “I need to know the truth at all times. No secrecy or game-playing. If so, I walk.”

Hawk sneered. “Yeah, truth all the way, counselor.”

Banger and Jax walked out. Hawk stayed back and said to Banger, “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Standing in front of her desk, Cara stiffened when she heard Hawk’s words. The last thing she wanted was for him to loiter around her office. The minute he’d walked in, her body betrayed her. No, she did not want him to hang around.

“I have to prepare for my afternoon docket, so I can’t chat, you know?” Turning around, she pretended to search for a file on her desk. With shaking hands, she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Hawk came up behind Cara and slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her back into him. “You look sexy in your lawyer clothes, baby,” he whispered in her ear. Though she tried to pull away, he held her tight. “Shit, babe, having a lawyer like you makes me want to commit crimes.”

When he kissed her neck, her stomach flip-flopped and her skin buzzed. Crap, one kiss from Hawk and my body does this. She was so screwed.

“I saw you checking me out. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re a lawyer, my lawyer. This could be a lot of fun. Never had a lawyer between my sheets.” As he brushed his face against her jaw, Hawk’s stubble prickled her skin.

Cara squirmed out of his hold and pushed him back. Smiling, he raked his eyes over her body. “Do you moonlight at St. Clair’s Hospital?”

Reddening, she looked down. “I’m sorry about that. Really, I am. It’s just that I had too much to drink and it was a one-time thing, and I’m so busy with work. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.” He stalked after her.

Cara tried to move behind her desk, but Hawk gripped her arms and pulled her toward him once again. Before she could react, he’d wrapped her hair around his hand and his warm lips were on hers. Urgent and probing, his tongue charged deeper into her mouth. When she moaned, his firm arms drew her closer as his free hand ran over her curves, pinching and cupping her ass cheek. Instead of shoving him away, Cara startled herself by leaning into him, a strong sense of comfort wrapping around her as she breathed in his smell.

Panting, she stood with her head on Hawk’s shoulder, lost in the moment. As the minutes passed, unease and dismay replaced her feelings of desire and comfort, while a voice whispered warnings in her head, This can’t be happening! She jerked away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, baby?”

A pinkish flush crept across Cara’s face while her stomach dropped. Clearing her throat, she said in a low voice, “This shouldn’t be happening. I can’t believe this.”

“Don’t play innocent with me, babe. I saw you checking me out during the meeting. What I can’t believe is that you’re leaving me horny as fuckin’ hell.” He grabbed his crotch, and Cara saw his dick straining against the zipper.

“Come here, babe, and put me out of my misery.”

“Do you always talk this crudely?”

“Only when I’m turned on. Come here.” Gripping her arms, Hawk guided her toward him.

Propelling him back, she said, “You have to leave. Now. I mean it. Go.” Cara pointed to the door.

“What the fuck’s your problem?” Hawk’s eyes blazed with sudden anger. “You think you’re too good for me? Were you slumming at Rusty’s that night? Fuck that, I’m going to show you what your pussy has been waiting for. Once I fuck you, the assholes in suits you date will never satisfy you again.”

Cara swallowed hard, lifted her chin, and met his gaze. “Don’t bet on it. You’re just a jerk in a leather jacket who thinks every woman wants him because he has a motorcycle. Move on to another woman; this one is not interested.”

“Bullshit! You’ve never met anyone like me, and your wet pussy is telling you to shut off your brain, babe. The way you’re licking your lips right now makes me want those sweet things wrapped around my cock, sucking the shit out of it. I want my dick so deep in your mouth that my balls will be part of your face. I’m hard just looking at your lips and tits.”

She gaped. “How rude. I don’t like you talking to me that way.” Hawk’s tone aroused, yet infuriated her. Hoping he didn’t notice, she clenched her legs tighter together, trying to stem that sweet sensation fluttering around her sex. Damn!

“Your flushed face and squirming tell me I’m making you juicy. The way you were kissing and reacting to me tells me you like what I do just fine.” The hairs on the back of Cara’s neck stood up as his sensuous voice slid over her.

“I don’t know what came over me. It shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake. Just go. Go!”

“Not until I get some of your pussy, baby. This is fucked up, and you know it. We’re not in fuckin’ high school. Get over here.”

Hawk stepped toward Cara, but she ran over to the office door instead. Throwing it open, she yelled, “Asher, can you come over here? I want to go over a couple of cases with you before my next client comes in.”

Hawk’s face was a mask of rage. He looked as though he could kill her. Shaking, Cara’s knees weakened as she grasped the doorway and said, “Can you come now, Asher. Please?”

“Sure thing, Cara. I’m just getting my notebook.” Asher scooted his chair back and walked toward Cara and Hawk. Brusquely pushing past the legal assistant, Hawk kicked open the lobby door and slammed it behind him as he stormed out.

“Things didn’t go so well?” Asher asked, wide-eyed. “That one’s got a real temper on him. Watch yourself, Cara.”

She let her breath go. “Things didn’t go well, and I do have to watch myself around him.” My body deceives me every time I’m near him. He’s not good for me. “Now, let’s go over the Remper case.”