Page 20 of Hawk (Road Rebels MC 1)
“Then why don’t you come on inside where it’s safe?” my mother asked.
My mother ushered all of us inside as Emery continued to yawn. My mother walked down the hallway, opening up one of the guest bedroom doors to lay the little girl down. I could see the shock of her being a grandmother washing over her face, but my mother had always been in control of her emotions. The initial shock was all the emotion she would show us towards the situation, and the moment she came back down the hallway, she embraced Sydney yet again.
“She’s beautiful,” my mother said.
“She looks just like her father,” Sydney said.
“How about this? It feels like you and Hawk have a great deal to talk about. The little one is sleeping-”
“Emery,” I said. “Your granddaughter’s name is Emery.”
I saw her eyes light up with joy as my mother took both my hand and Sydney’s.
“Emery’s fast asleep, and when she wakes up I think she’ll enjoy a bit of ice cream for breakfast.”
“Already being spoiled, huh?” Sydney asked.
“We’ll have a wonderful time. Right now, you and Hawk should take some time to talk. If you want to talk here, I’ll put on a pot of coffee and make myself scarce. If you want to find a place on the beach to speak, I’ll have lunch here when you come back.”
“Mom, Emery doesn’t know yet. About me, and now you.”
“I figured as much. Just know I already love that little girl, and when you two are ready to tell her, I’ll be right there cheering you on.”
I could see the tears trickling down Syd’s face as she embraced my mother once again. She sobbed into her shoulder, allowing the past few days to come tumbling out. My mother calmed her down, soothing her lowly in her ear as I stood by the door. The fight we had before Sydney left came wafting back to my memory. How I’d yelled at her and grabbed her harder than I’d ever intended. How I had blamed her for all the havoc that was being rained down on us without giving a second thought as to what this was doing to her.
I’d never heard Sydney cry so hard she started to hiccup until that very moment.
“Emery is safe with me, I promise. Go. Take a walk. Get it all out. Make Hawk talk to you. And come back with a clear head ready to formulate a plan.”
“Yes… Miss.. Maria…” Sydney said through her hiccups.
I held out my hand and held Syd tight as we left out through the back. My mother lived right on the ocean, a quaint little beach house with its own private view. No one really came up this far to enjoy the beach because there were hardly any bars in Ferndale. It was a small town of retirees that wanted to enjoy the waters during the late stages of their lives.
The sand crunched beneath our feet as Sydney held onto me tighter than I’d ever felt her before.
“Did anything else happen with the agent?” I asked.
“That was the gist of it. They don’t have anything that connects me to their routes other than the joyrides we took, so they can’t do anything. They’re still looking, I’m apparently a shit mother, they’ve picked up my nickname recently from my conversations with you, and now we’re here.”
“Well, it’s mandatory if something like this happens for our houses to be swept for bugs. Mac, our current President, knows where my spare key is. If the house is bugged, I’ll know within the next day or so,” I said.
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I brought the DEA to you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Emery. I’m sorry I fucking left, and I’m sorry we now have to run. I’m just… I’m such a fuck up, and I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“Hey, hey, hey. Stop that. Look at me.”
I stopped us walked as Sydney’s beautiful blue eyes turned up to me. They were the exact color of the ocean, stormy and dark. Her mind was plagued with so many different things, and all I wanted to do was settle her eyes back into the pale blue I’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
“Everything’s all right. Things on my end will be just fine, and if they go as planned, I think you’re gonna be fine with how it turns out,” I said, grinning.
“I never thought they would follow me to you. I don’t even understand why I’m a person of interest. I swear I don’t know anything. I’m not a connection.”
“Then they’ll figure that out soon enough. They’re on a witch hunt, and you couldn’t have known that,” I said.
“I wasn’t involved with anyone in the club. Not romantically anyway. None of them stopped by the house or saw me outside of their compound. Hell, I was never patched as someone’s property. I was just one of the outsiders that enjoyed hanging out with them. At the bar and stuff. They…”
I cupped my hand over her cheek and watched her skin flush underneath my touch.
“They what?” I asked.
“They reminded me of you guys,” she said breathlessly. “I-... loved the feeling of family.”
“Oh, Syd.”
“I didn’t feel like I was with family when I was with my mother. I thought I would, with all the letters we wrote back and forth. But I didn’t. I gravitated towards the Iron Souls because they felt more like family than she did. Hell, when I complained about not having enough money to finish out the rest of my vocational schooling, they gave me a job at their bar so I could save up for the rest of my classes. Mom babysat during my hours-- which were usually during the evenings-- then I’d be home just in time to take care of Emery while she went to the hospital.
“When the hell did you sleep?” I asked.
“When Emery napped,” she said.
I was looking at one of the strongest women I’d ever known. The shit she dealt with raising Emery for the first six years of her life… I never could’ve imagined going through it myself. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her deep into me as the waves roared in the background. The sun was rising in the sky as the wind blew around us, kicking up sand as Sydney buried herself deeper and deeper into my body.
“Please don’t be angry with me anymore,” she said, whispering.
“I could never be angry at you for long. It was wrong of me to be angry in the first place,” I said.
She looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, the storm slowly fading as they returned to their vibrant, sparkling state. My arms drew her up to me, bringing her lips painfully close to mine as I ghosted them over her own. I heard her sigh, her hands rushing up my arms and hanging onto my shoulders.
It was then I spotted a rundown shack, abandoned and worn down by years of storms as a grin crossed my face.
“Follow me,” I said as I took Sydney’s hand.
“Where’re we going.”
I whipped around to her and pulled her into me. Our lips crashed into one another’s, her back bowing as I followed to taste her lips upon mine. Her hands flew to my hair, raking her fingernails over my scalp as I groaned into her mouth. I felt her smile on me, her tits rising to painful peaks I could feel even through the bra she was wearing.
“To make up,” I said darkly. “After all, it’s what couples do.”
Chapter 14
Sydney
My back slammed against the wall of the rickety shack as Hawk’s hands traveled all over my body. We ripped each other’s clothes off, showing our bodies to a world devoid of people. The ocean barked against the sand as the sun beat down onto the roof of the house, but all I could feel was Hawk’s hands rounding the globe of my ass. I jumped, wrapping my legs around him as his throbbing cock grew between my legs, and before I knew it, he was sliding into me, peeling me open for the taking as a groan left my lips.
“Fuck, Syd. You’ve always been so tight.”
“That’s because it’s only ever been you.”
His eyes rose to meet mine, half-hooded with pleasure as his cock bottomed out into me. Our hips were synced, his undulations pulling small whimpers from my throat as his body grazed against my swollen clit. I dug into his pelvis, wanting the friction of his hip moving against my pussy as much as I could get it.
His eyes held mine as we slowly chased our highs, our hips moving with one another as his hands pressed deeply into the wall behind me.
“What?” he asked.
“There was no one after you. I… I couldn’t. I just couldn’t,” I said breathlessly.
I saw guilt roll over his features and my lips sprang into action. They wrapped around his, my tongue pressing into his luxurious mouth as I sucked the guilt right from his stomach. I didn’t want him to feel guilty. I didn’t want him to think that was expected of him, too. It was just my truth. My own personal truth.
No one shook me the way Hawk did, and I knew no one ever would.
His lips grazed my cheek before he nibbled on my neck. His palm massaged my tits, flicking his thumb over my nipples as I jumped and moaned in pleasure. I could feel the heat building in my pelvis as my juices dripped down his cock, coating his balls as he slammed up hard into me.
“I love it when your body jumps for me,” he said. “You’ve always had such luscious curves.”
“Fuck, your muscles. The way they twitch and contract against me. Your rock hard body’s enough to keep me up at night.”
“I’ll keep you up every night,” he said. “Just let me dive between your legs, and you’ll never want for anything again.”
His lips marked my neck, trailing red welts down to my breasts as my pussy began to milk his cock. I could feel my body pulling him in deeper, throbbing and pulsing with my need for release. His body raked against my clit as his balls smacked my ass. His dick grew inside of me, pressing against every inch of my walls as I wound my fingertips into his hair. He growled, a vibration ricocheting beneath the nipple he pulled between his soft, pillowy lips.
It was all I needed to fall over the edge as he began pounding into me.
“Hawk. Hawk. Yes. Don’t stop. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cum-”
My back arched into him as I pressed his head into my breasts. His cock pumped into me one last time, pulsing as it spurted its hot cum all over the walls of my body. I trembled in silent satisfaction, his name getting choked in my throat as my pleasure held me by my own neck.
I felt Hawk’s thick streams of cum dripping beneath me as he finally collapsed to his knees. He held me close before we both laid down on the ratty floor. Our chests were panting as the ocean breeze filled the rickety shack. The waves were crashing against the shoreline, slowly approaching us as we laid there, trembling in one another’s arms.
I looked over at Hawk and caught his emerald stare, and for the first time in years, I felt home again.
