Hiding Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter, #2) (25 page)

"Fuck, woman," I groaned. I'd already been hard as anything before she woke from having her beside me, so I knew I wouldn't take long. I didn't want to blow my load in her mouth.

Grabbing her under her arms, I shifted her and her mouth slid off my cock. She mewed in complaint as I pulled her up to sit back on my waist.

"I want
in
you while I come," I growled.

"Yes." She smiled, pleased as she lifted to her knees and took hold of my dick in her hand. She then guided me to her tight hole and slowly shifted back so my dick glided into her body.

"God," she moaned.

"Never get enough of you," I said and ran my hands over her fuckin' perfect skin. I watched as she rode me—her hands to my chest, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. So damn beautiful.

I tugged her forward, her front meeting mine, and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, I said, "Love you, little bird."

"Finally." She smiled just as she climaxed around my cock. As she slid up and down on me still, she opened her eyes and kissed me before saying against my lips, "Love you, Trey Monroe. Dodge. So much." That was when I groaned and shot my load into her soaking pussy. Afterward, she lay down, with me still inside her, on my chest.

"Merry Christmas," I added.

She gasped and jumped up quickly, only to smile down at me. "It's Christmas. Christmas," she sang. "Get up, get up. Quick shower before we wake the kids. Oh, my God, I'm so excited." She danced on the spot, throwing her hands up in the air. "It's Christmas." Then she ran straight into the bathroom.

My woman was crazy. The night before, we waited up until an excited Rommy finally fuckin' fell asleep at the crack-arse of early hours, just so we could put out the presents from Santa. Rommy still believed. Texas was old enough to know, but still Low graced him with presents from the big fat guy. She'd said he couldn't miss out if his sister was getting some. They'd even placed a glass of milk, some cookies for the bearded dude and some carrots for the reindeers. Which I had to fuckin' nibble on in the early hours while Low got to eat the cookies. She tipped the milk out a little—not all the way, she told me, or else it looked too fake. Fuck me, the whole thing was fake, but I let her go for it without too much complaining.

In a way, I regretted giving her my bankcard to shop for Christmas, but there was no way in hell I would step foot in a crowded shopping centre. Instead, I'd sent Beast and Dive with her. Never seen them so pissed before when they got back. Of course, I laughed my arse off.

Still, I was glad my woman went all out. It was the first Christmas the kids had with us, and we both wanted to make it somethin' special.

After Low had her shower, I quickly jumped in. Just as I got back into the bedroom wearing tracksuit pants, our bedroom door burst open. My head swung that way and Low's did as well from making the bed.

"He's been! Santa's been. Come on, come on, come on!" Rommy squealed and peeled outta the room on a run. We heard Tex's door crash open, hitting the wall, and then the squeaks of his bed. What a way to wake up, having your sister bounce on the bed.

"Damn, Rom. I'm getting' up. Out," Tex grumbled. Still, I could tell he was smiling.

Low grinned at me like a fool. "I better go save the presents from Rommy until we're all out there." She quickly ran out of the room, dressed in jeans and a red Christmas top.

Christ. As I walked down the hall, I noticed my little bird went the extra mile without tellin' me about it. There were white powdered footprints on the floor running all down the hallway and into the living room.

Low came up to me as I entered, wrapped her arms around my waist and tightened her grip. I looked from a bouncing Rommy, who sat with so much excitement in front of the tree while she waited for her brother, to my woman, tagging my arm around her shoulders.

"Little bird, the footprints?" I asked in a whisper.

She beamed. "It looks like Santa got snow everywhere."

Fuck me. She was something special. I had a huge amount of special in my house and I'd do anything, fuckin'
anything
, to protect her and the kids. And later, when we were at the compound with all my brothers and their families sitting around chillin', I knew I'd do goddamn anything to protect them, as well. Just like I knew they'd do it for me.

Because Hawks was about safety, family, friends, and fuckin' hard. Living strong and finding peace. I'd found mine, and I wanted the brothers who hadn't found theirs to get the chance, too.

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Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter