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I nodded. “Yeah,” I mumbled. I rolled over to face him. “How long has Capone been gone?” The last thing I remembered was them sandwiching me between them before I promptly passed out.
Brewer stretched and groaned. “He headed out to do some weapons counts with Smokey and Rider.” Brewer pressed a kiss to my shoulder before releasing me and sliding out of bed. I huffed at the loss of his body heat. “Hawke wants to take you on a ride. You up for it?”
I groaned and rolled onto my back, squinting up at Brewer. He was damn good-looking with dark brown curls that flopped over onto his forehead and striking blue eyes. Not to mention all those muscles and those fucking tattoos. All of the men in this club looked damn good. Sometimes, I felt like they were all too good to be true.
A light knock sounded on the door before Hawke slipped through, grinning at me. “You look like you just woke up, doll.”
“I did,” I mumbled.
He set some of my clothes on the end of the bed before rounding it. Reaching down, he yanked the blankets back, a deep rumble sounding from his chest as he ran his eyes over my naked body. I shivered under his hungry gaze. “You look good enough to fucking eat.”
My cheeks flushed. Brewer chuckled. “Not sure she can handle more right now,” Brewer warned him.
Hawke rolled his eyes before grabbing me beneath my arms and hauling me out of bed. I whined, not ready to be up yet. Hawke lightly smacked my ass. “Get showered and get dressed. We’re going on a ride.” Then, he turned to Brewer and gripped the back of his neck, pulling Brewer’s lips to his. My sore pussy clenched at the sight of them together. “Hey, babe,” Hawke rumbled. Brewer relaxed into Hawke’s hold. I loved how Brewer so easily submitted to Hawke, even if Hawke was slimmer and just a tiny bit shorter than him. Hawke just had that way about him—an air of dominance no one could really ignore.
Unless that someone was Capone and Tank, who only submitted to each other.
“Doll, I feel you staring,” Hawke rumbled against Brewer’s lips. He finally turned his head, looking down at me. “Shower.”
I pouted, but he just grinned before backing Brewer up to the bed. I huffed and turned toward the bathroom. I heard Hawke huskily laughing behind me. “And don’t you dare touch yourself for that little bit of sass!” he called after me. “I’ll take care of you later.”
I hated him sometimes.
I was washing my hair when Brewer’s moans started. My legs trembled, my body aching for relief, even though Brewer had just fucked me a little stupid earlier in the day when Capone was fucking him. But God, hearing Brewer slowly fall apart was driving me crazy.
“Hawke…fuck, baby,” Brewer groaned. “God, just like that. Fuck, you suck my dick so good.”
I whimpered, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. Wanting to see them together, even if only for a split second, I quickly finished bathing and got out, wrapping a towel around me. I stepped out of the bathroom right as Brewer shoved Hawke’s throat all the way down on his thick shaft and came. I couldn’t keep back the moan that spilled from my lips even if I tried.
Hawke popped off of him after and licked his lips, grinning wickedly. “Always such a good boy for me, Brewer.” Hawke leaned over him and pressed his lips to Brewer’s, kissing him softly. “Get some more rest. I’ve got our girl.”
Hawke stood back up to his full height and turned to look at me, arching an eyebrow. “You going to get dressed, April?”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. Hetsked and stepped toward me just close enough that he could reach out and snag the towel from around me. I shivered as he dropped it to the floor, my nipples pebbling. His gaze was intense as he raked his eyes over me.
“Goddamn, you look fucking sinful,” he rumbled. Then, he grabbed my black thong from the end of the bed and kneeled at my feet, holding it out. My cheeks colored as I gripped his leather-clad shoulders and stepped into them, allowing him to pull them up my legs. Hawke was a caretaker through andthrough, and one of the ways he liked taking care of any of us was by picking out our clothes and dressing us. Even Capone and Tank allowed it sometimes. But it was a rare occasion for them.
I’d been tempted to call Hawke Daddy a few times, the word always right there on the tip of my tongue, but I always chickened out. Because if he didn’t want to be called Daddy, I would feel like utter shit afterward.
But I wanted that dynamic with himsobadly.
He rolled my leggings down so I could push my feet through them, and then he pulled them up my legs. A sports bra came over my head next, and then a t-shirt was pulled over that. After, he slid my leather jacket up my arms so it would rest perfectly on my shoulders. The jacket was a gift from him a couple of months ago. He loved having me on the back of his bike, and he apparently loved how I looked in leather.
Some men loved lace. Hawke was all about leather.
He tapped my ass. “Go find Tank and get your boots on.” He then pressed a kiss to my lips before gently nudging me toward the door.
I looked around him at Brewer, who was already almost asleep. Hawke chuckled when I pursed my lips in concern. “I’ll get him settled into bed, doll. Boots.”
I nodded and quickly left the room, but not before I blew Brewer a kiss, which he sleepily pretended to catch and press to his heart. With a smile on my lips, I quickly made my way up the hall to find Tank. He was already waiting on me, my boots resting on the floor at his feet.
“Sit,” he gently ordered. I quickly took a seat, and he crouched, sliding my socks on my feet before pushing my boots on, lacing them up so they were snug. “You sleep okay?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Really good.” I watched as he stood up and towered over me. “How come you didn’t go with Capone, Rider, and Smokey?”
“Needed to be here to keep you safe,” he told me with a wink. “You know how things go. If we can avoid both of us going, either Capone or I am always here.”
I flushed. “I’m a big girl,” I reminded him. “Besides, nothing has happened since I moved in here.”
