Mystery Man by Kristen Ashley
She had tears hovering in her eyes too but, still, she smiled at me.
Yep, everything felt better.
I smiled back as I pressed my cheek to Hawk’s chest and his arms got tight.
Then I shouted to my Dad, “Don’t forget the chocolate fudge frosting!”
“Gotcha,” Dad shouted back.
I felt something on my other side and I traded one cheek for the other in Hawk’s chest as I turned my head and looked up to see Gus there.
His eyes were on Hawk. “Good to know, even after a family drama, Gwen’s still hard at work on that great ass,” he noted.
“Gus!” Maria shouted.
I laughed.
So did Hawk, I didn’t hear it but I felt it up against me.
It felt really nice.
Hawk’s laughter faded and I missed it when it was gone until Maria muttered, “She might be dazzled but she’s not afraid of using a cleaver. I see good things,” and I got it back again.
* * * * *
Hawk was gone on an errand unexplained and night had fallen.
Earlier his family and my family ate eggs, toast, bacon and homemade donuts made from taking biscuit dough from a tube, punching a whole in the middle of it, deep frying it and then slathering it with frosting.
Homemade donuts were nearly as good as cookie dough for soothing trauma, not quite but they worked that morning mainly because Meredith made them.
Dad and Gus got on. Meredith and Maria got on. Von and Jury were both cool but attentive, very like their brother. But I spent most of my time after donut consumption playing hide and seek with Javier and Santo. There weren’t a lot of places to hide but there was a lot of room to seek. I made one mistake and that was tickling them when I first found them which they liked so they made me do all the seeking and then they made it easy to find them. In the end Javier tried to hide in plain sight. And he did this while giggling and calling “Nennie!” because he couldn’t quite say Gwen.
Finally, after Maria and Meredith did the dishes, everyone said their farewells and went away, Hawk came to me and explained he had “shit to do”. He didn’t go into detail and I didn’t demand it but he did kiss me before he left.
I unpacked my stuff and arranged it on my desk, booted up my computer and worked, making myself a sandwich when I got hungry, breaking the seal on the condiments to do so and trying not to think of Hawk, out with his commandos, causing mayhem and maybe getting hurt.
Now I’d swiveled my chair to face the dark windows, the haze of lights of Denver not far away. The fact was we were in Denver, just a lost, abandoned part of it that. Once the developers cottoned on, it would probably be made into lofts and trendy restaurants.
I had both my heels up on the seat of my chair, both my arms wrapped around my calves and I’d dropped my chin to my knees.
I stared out the windows realizing I had a foul-mouthed, gold digger Mom who didn’t care one bit about me. I had a shot up living room and a sister in serious trouble. I had a reputation as a sexual plaything. I was living with the man whose sexual plaything I had the reputation of being. I had a biker out there somewhere who had the way wrong idea about me. And, even with all that going down, it seemed I was living a daydream.
How the fuck did all that happen?
I heard a noise and turned my head to the door to see Hawk striding in, all masculine grace, body at his command.
Mm. Yum.
He walked, I watched and did a full body scan.
Well, today’s good news, Hawk was home and he wasn’t riddled with bullets, bleeding from stab wounds, scored by shrapnel or missing a limb due to an explosion.
“Hey,” he said when he made it to the kitchen and kept coming at me.
“Hey,” I replied, watching him coming at me, my chin to my knees, my brain processing that I was enjoying the show.
He rounded the desk and approached me from behind and he did this so he could bend in and touch his lips, then tongue, to the skin behind my ear.
Mm. Yum.
His mouth stayed there to say, “Baby, there a reason you’re in a protective ball again?”
“I sit like this a lot,” I told him.
“Yeah?” His lips went away and he swiveled my chair to face him as he crouched in front of me. “Why?”
“It’s comfortable.”
He studied me a second, his eyes scanning my face.
Then he asked, “So this doesn’t have to do with your Mom showin’ up outta the blue and causin’ a scene?”
Hmm. Maybe it partly had to do with that.
I decided not to reply.
Then suddenly he stood, plucked me straight out of the chair and turned on his boot to walk through the warehouse while carrying me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, sliding my arms around his shoulders.
“Showing you comfortable,” he answered.
Oh boy, I had a feeling I knew where this was going.
“I need to save my work,” I told him.
“You can save it later,” he told me and kept walking.
“Hawk, seriously, what if there’s a power outage?”
“Then you should have saved it before you curled up, Sweet Pea,” he replied.
He made it to the seating area, sat in a recliner, reached down to the lever and then we were jerked back flat with me on top of him.
Okay, maybe I didn’t know where this was going.
His arms came around me as my head lifted up.
When my eyes hit his, he stated, “Now, babe, this is comfortable.”
He was not wrong.
I stretched out full, my hip in the seat, one of my legs hitched over his thighs and I rolled my torso onto his, all the while looking down at him.
Then it was my turn to study him.
Face relaxed and, as ever, handsome. Eyes warm but alert. No dimples. Pure male beauty from hair to chin and parts beyond.
When his hand came up and pulled my hair away from my face, holding it scrunched at my neck, I spoke.
“I’m glad to see you’re home and not riddled with bullets.”
He grinned then muttered, “Smartass.”
“And also not scored by burning shrapnel.”
More grin, more dimples, more handsome.
Total daydream.
“Do I want to know where you’ve been?” I asked a question that threatened to blow my daydream to smithereens.
“I’ve been paying visits,” he answered readily which I suspected indicated that this discussion would not freak me out, set off a new bout of tears or send me straight to the fridge.
“To?” I prompted.
“To people who have big mouths and who’ll share that I’m not real thrilled about my woman being the target of a drive-by, or present during one, and if that shit happens again, those responsible will feel pretty fuckin’ uncomfortable and they’ll be feelin’ that sooner not later at the same time my boys and me are lookin’ for the ones who did it in the first place.”
“Oh,” I whispered for I had no other response.
“We still don’t know who was behind it.” Hawk shared. “Tack’s made enemies. It could be them. And Tack’s made it clear you’re somethin’ he wants so it could even be his shit that’s leaked to you.”
This was news and not good news. I already had enough shit leaking into my life. I didn’t need more.
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” Hawk answered looking as happy about this news as I felt. “Tack’s position as president of the Chaos MC was a hostile takeover. Chaos started as a brotherhood of hellraisers. They didn’t make trouble but that didn’t mean they didn’t seek it out and embrace it when they found it. They always had the garage and auto supply but it was just a front and not very big. Their crimes were relatively victimless, knife fights with other bikers who were looking for trouble, shit like that. They grew and sold pot, good shit, made a fortune, built up the garage and the store. Things degenerated, didn’t help that internally there
I was pretty shocked Hawk was explaining this but even more shocked that he shared so many words.
“Instinct?” I asked when he stopped talking, fascinated at the same time mildly freaked out.
“You can be pretty smart when you’re actin’ on instinct in order to survive. These guys, they are far from dumb. These guys have been doin’ this so long, they’re masterminds. And I’m not jokin’.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
“Through this shit, the last twenty years, Kane has been growin’ the custom bike and car business. Quiet, at first, and patient, it turns out. He’s had a plan, all this time, twenty fuckin’ years. Slowly building the reputation, slowly getting attention for it, now everyone knows about it. Hard to keep doin’ seriously bad shit when journalists and photographers are writin’ stories and takin’ photos and Hollywood movie stars are visiting your garage. He talked the club into feedin’ the money into Ride, branched out, built stores in C Springs, Boulder. Now it’s nearly as lucrative as the illegal shit and he made it that way so, when he made his move to take over, standard of living for his boys wouldn’t take that big of a hit, they cut ties with that other shit. So, that’s what he did.”
“The Chaos MC is clean?” I asked.
“Wouldn’t say that, babe, but they don’t peddle flesh or transport drugs anymore.”
“That’s good,” I noted.
“Yeah, in the sense that Kane and his boys don’t face a future where it might be that their only wardrobe choice is an orange jumpsuit. Problem is, they were good at safe transportation and now that they don’t offer that service, sometimes demand gets cut off from supply. This has made some very dangerous people not very happy. And Kane is the man behind their unhappiness. He’s got boys in his ranks would be happy to go back to what they were doin’. There’s unrest, he’s dealin’ with that, and there’s outside pressure, and he’s dealin’ with that. He’s a marked man and until he figures out who’s behind the rebellion in his Club and the outside factions sort out their shit and move on, he’s got problems.”
“How is, um…” I took in a breath and then asked, “Ginger involved with that? Is it the drugs?”
“Nope,” Hawk replied.
Oh shit.
“Did she let them peddle her flesh?”
“No babe,” his arm gave me a squeeze, “she was the inside man on the theft of three custom cars and a custom bike, a shitload of gear and the contents of a safe.”
“The inside man?” I asked.
Hawk paused to study me then his fingers sifted through my hair and I realized he did this for the same reasons Cam took in breath. He did it to prepare me.
“Her chosen profession, Sweet Pea. She’s got one thing goin’ for her and that is that no one takes her seriously. She was smart enough to listen and learn in a lot of places. She sold information, she provided distraction for a price and, also for a price, she provided access. She wasn’t smart enough not to keep her shit quiet, not to be invisible and not to fuck over the wrong people. She wasn’t choosy, she’s equal opportunity. She fucked everyone and now she’s fucked.”
“How many people has she fucked over?” I asked.
“Too many,” Hawk answered.
“And their danger zone levels?”
“Off the charts,” Hawk replied. “Kane and Chaos are the least of her troubles and, Gwen, they may have cleaned up but that doesn’t mean they play by the rules. They caught her; they’d deal with her their own way. They would not hand her over to the cops. They’d find a way to take back what she owed them and they’d be creative about it.”
My body gave a tremble as my hand clenched against his thermal and when it did, his hand left my hair and he slid his knuckles down my jaw.
“Yeah, baby, it is not lookin’ good for Ginger,” he whispered.
“Will you find her for me?” I blurted and then I tensed. I couldn’t ask that, I couldn’t ask Hawk and his boys to wade in –
“Already tryin’, Sweet Pea.” I stared and he talked. “Not for her, for you, your Dad and your stepmom.”
Uh… wow.
“I… I don’t know what… you are?” I stammered.
“Gwen, I carried you through fire. That shit’s gotta stop.”
“Right,” I whispered, my belly squishy, my heart swelling, my throat tingling, my eyes looking into his.
His eyes smiled. “You can pay me back, you make dinner.”
“Making dinner would be payback?”
“Nope, not all of it, but it’ll carve a bit off what you owe me.”
I felt my lips tip up as my head tipped to the side. “Does that mean I have to steam vegetables?”
“Is that a problem for you?”
“No, but the only things you have in your fridge are fruit, cottage cheese and vegetables. Your Mom used all the eggs and bacon and I had lunchmeat for lunch so that leaves veggies for dinner. I’m not sure my system will accept nothing but veggies for dinner. It might react and my guess would be that reaction would be violent.”
He grinned at me then remarked, “There are stores in Denver. Some of them even carry groceries.”
“Now who’s the smartass?” I mumbled.
“All right, babe, get your shoes and get your ass to the Camaro. We’re goin’ to the grocery store.”
“And still bossy,” I went on mumbling.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you want vegetables for dinner?”
“Heck no.”
“Then get your ass up, get your shoes and get in the Camaro.”
“B-o-s-s-y.” I spelled it out like his Mom did earlier, moving to exit the recliner but his arms suddenly closed around me and I found myself plastered to his chest, his hand slid up to cup my head, tilt it then pull my lips down to his.
Then he kissed the smartass right out of me.
After that, I got up and did what I was ordered.
* * * * *
“Baby,” I breathed.
“You’re there,” Hawk growled in my ear, hand cupping my breast, fingers rolling my nipple, his other hand over mine, his finger manipulating mine at the golden spot while his cock drove inside me.
He was right, I was there. My head flew back, collided with his shoulder and I came. Hard.
His hand between my legs took mine and he wrapped both our arms around my middle, his other hand still cupping my breast as he drove me down and he thrust up, his face in my neck, his deep grunts shivering through me.
Then he ground me down as he pounded up, kept the connection and he growled into my neck.
“Baby,” I whispered, my neck twisting, his head came up, his mouth took mine and his tongue slid inside.
God, I loved the taste of him.
He held me close and connected as he kissed me then his mouth released mine. He pulled me off his cock, twisted me around, put me on my back in bed and followed me down. His body covered mine, his hips between mine, I wrapped my calves around his thighs and my arms around his back.
His face went into my neck and my fingers trailed the skin of his back.
“Hawk?” I called.
“No, baby, to answer your question, I’m not a superhero,” he said into my neck, my body stilled and I realized he was joking.
“Arrogant,” I remarked but I did it laughing.
“Gwen?” I heard and I jerked my eyes from their contemplation of his dimple to his.
“Yeah?”
“You called me, babe.”
“I did?”
His smile got deeper; I saw it and felt it as his dimple moved under my thumb.
“Yeah, you did,” he answered.
“Sorry, I got mesmerized by your dimple.”
He went still then his face dipped close and he murmured, “Christ, like it when you’re sweet.”
I felt my body melt under his and my hand slid back across his hair.
“I remember what I wanted to say,” I told him softly.
“So say it, Sweet Pea,” he said softly back.
“Thank you for telling me about Ginger and Tack and being so nice about Mom.”
His hand came up and his fingers trailed my hairline before he whispered, “You’re welcome, baby.”
“And thank you for making me safe,” I went on.
“Gwen,” he whispered.
“And for trying to find Ginger.”
“You can stop now.”
I ignored him. “And for saving me from biker prison.”
“You already thanked me for that, even though you did it during a rant.”
“Well, thank you again because it was kind of filthy in there and I wasn’t a big fan of touching anything or, um… sitting on anything so that made it more uncomfortable than just being locked in a room for your own protection but against your will.”
“I’ll make sure Janine doesn’t fall down on the job,” he remarked.
“I’m being serious,” I said quietly.
His hand cupped the side of my head and his thumb circled at my temple.
“I know you are,” he quietly replied.
“My life is a mess,” I shared something he already knew.
“This will pass, Gwen.”
I pulled breath in through my nose and then said on the exhale, “I hope so.”
His hand slid down and his thumb glided across my lips. “One positive thing you learned today. It’s lookin’ good for you. Your Mom’s a mess, babe, but she’s still a babe.”
I felt my brows draw together. “Did you just call my Mom a babe?”