Unbeloved (Undeniable #4)(65)

And even stranger because not only had they spent the day at the club together, they’d spent it as a couple in front of everyone, but especially in front of Jase, for the very first time.

As far as Jase was concerned, while Hawk didn’t have the warm fuzzies for the guy, even he had to admit that losing a brother pretty much sucked, even if that brother was a complete f*cking *. But Jase had always been looking for something more; any moron who knew him knew that. The only problem was that the biggest moron of them all, Jase, never had a clue. Now that he was moving on, finally taking control of his life, Hawk hoped the man could find what he’d been searching for all these years.

And if whatever that was kept him away from Dorothy, then great. Super. Hawk was a happy f*cking guy.

“It was nice of Tegen to take Christopher home,” she said. Running her hand slowly down the front of his chest, she pulled the material of his T-shirt up over his abdomen and began giving his bare stomach the same treatment.

“Nice that everyone got the f*ck outta here,” he said, closing his eyes. Yeah, this was nice.

Dorothy snorted softly, causing her body to shake lightly against his. “Cox came back,” she whispered. “Three guesses what he’s doing?”

Hawk didn’t give a shit about what Cox was doing. Actually, he didn’t give a shit about what anyone was doing other than Dorothy and the way her fingers had crept down his stomach and were now dipping below the waistline of his sweatpants.

“Feel f*ckin’ ridiculous in these giant f*ckin’ pants,” he mumbled. Even more ridiculous than the sweatpants were the fact that one of the legs had been cut off in order to provide room for his f*cked-up leg and cast.

“No way,” Dorothy cooed, kissing his neck, reaching even farther down his pants. Beneath her small hand his dick, thankfully not affected by his pain pills, was instantly alert. “They’re so easily accessible.”

Yep. This was nice. Probably surpassed even nice, but Hawk was really feeling the effects of those pain pills and his brain wasn’t exactly functioning on all cylinders. Nice was about the best he could come up with.

“So I was talking with Deuce earlier,” she said.

Hawk’s upper lip curled in disgust. Why the f*ck was she talking about Deuce? Stroking his cock and talking about Deuce? Those two things definitely did not coincide happily.

“And I’m taking him up on his house offer,” she continued.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking down at her. “You’re gonna move back here?”

She smiled up at him, and he noticed for the first time how relaxed she looked. Too relaxed for Dorothy.

“Woman, you been drinkin’?” He got his answer when she giggled in response.

Grinning, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. Thank f*ck Deuce had made good on his word. Nothing made him happier than knowing Christopher was going to grow up here, among his family and the club. He’d never liked the fact that Dorothy had hightailed it out to California, and had figured once Tegen had moved back home, Dorothy would follow, but she hadn’t. And since shit between them had been as awkward as all hell, he’d never suggested it.

Didn’t matter now, though, did it?

He could rest easy inside whatever f*cking prison the Feds ended up locking his ass up in, knowing that Dorothy and his son were going to be living in Horsemen territory, under Deuce’s certain protection.

“I want every report card,” he said. “Every disciplinary notice, every school picture. I want it all, D.”

“I promise,” she whispered.

“And no wrestling,” he continued, letting his hand drop down her back and onto her backside. His hands were big enough, her ass small enough, that one entire ass cheek fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Yeah, real f*cking nice. Jesus, was he that high that his vocabulary suddenly only consisted of “nice”?

“Wrestling?” she asked.

“Yeah, don’t let Christopher wrestle for school. Don’t want my boy wearing one of those gay-ass singlets. Football’s okay, baseball, basketball, f*ck, even soccer. Just no goddamn wrestling.”

Dorothy giggled again. “No wrestling,” she said. “Got it.”

“I mean it, woman,” he growled, playfully squeezing her ass.

“Did you wrestle as a child?” she asked, laughing. “Are you having painful singlet flashbacks?”

Hawk fell silent. He hadn’t had the luxury of an average, everyday childhood. He’d gone to a private school and rather than engaging in sports or typical extracurricular activities, he’d both attended and thrown lavish parties. Even as a young child, his life had never been ordinary. Going as far back as his memory would allow him, he could recall piano lessons, suit fittings, and an army of nannies, all of them more for his father’s personal enjoyment rather than to fulfill childcare duties.

“I’m sorry,” Dorothy whispered. She stared up at him, her expression full of worry, and asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

“Nah,” he said. “Just thinkin’ back.”

“You should tell me,” she said, sounding hopeful. “About your other life. I feel like there is so much about you I don’t know and—”

“No,” he said with more force than he’d meant to, and Dorothy flinched.