Page 6 of Raw Honey
Chapter 3
Weeks now have turned into months and I have to say that I don't feel like a visitor anymore. This is my home and these boys are my family. I would do anything for them and oddly enough, I know that they would do anything for me.
I've tried really hard to break down Ice's walls, but I get nothing from him. I've only seen him with a woman once or twice, but never the same woman twice. I never asked Hawk about it before, but today, my curiosity is getting the best of me and I have to know more about him. I've become obsessed with him.
It's late on a Wednesday afternoon and it's just Hawk and me at the clubhouse. Ice and the boys went on a charity run, but Hawk remained here. Last week he sprained his wrist playing basketball out back and won't be able to ride for a while. So it's just the two of us, which means it’s the perfect time to probe him for some answers.
"So Hawk, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah babe, what's up?" he says as he takes a swig of his beer.
"I've been here almost six months now and, well, I just find it odd that I never see Ice with a steady girl."
"And you never will," he replies.
"Why? Was he hurt badly at one time?"
"Naw, that's not it. Well, at least I don't think so. He never talks about it much, but I will tell you, he's a fuck-and-dump kinda guy."
"Fuck and dump, huh? You've used that term before."
"Yeah, he's not one to settle down in any type of relationship." He pauses and then says, "Why, you hoping for a piece of him?" I can hear a bit of disdain and jealousy in his voice, so I make a note to answer carefully.
"No. It's just sad, that's all," I reply.Hopefully, that makes me sound more caring than interested. But shit, who wouldn't be interested? The man is a fucking god! The more time I spend with him, the more I have to fight back the drool that wants to escape my mouth. It's a shame that so much sexiness has to go to waste, because I'll tell you what, I definitely wouldn't kick him out of my bed. But I doubt that I will ever get the opportunity.
Quickly changing the subject, I say, "So when do the boys get back?"
"Day after tomorrow." Hawk pauses and then adds, "Hey, you know what? There is no reason you should cook for just us two. Let me take you to dinner." Before I can say anything, he raises his hands defensively and says, "Just as friends. I just wanna give you a night off."
"Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you."
Dinner with Hawk was very nice; he was a perfect gentleman, ensuring that our "date" was simply platonic. He tried again to get me to open up about my past, but I'm still not ready. But even though I’m not ready to talk about it, I can deal with it better these days—I have even ventured into town more, not worrying about who I might run into. I guess that's always been my biggest fear—running into Jack, the man whose engagement ring I pawned and ditched at the altar. I've hurt many people, but Jack is the one I hurt most. I'm just not ready to face him yet. But I know there will come a day when I won't have a choice.
Several nights later, after everyone returned from the charity run, Ice is working late in his office. All the boys have either left or gone to their rooms, leaving the clubhouse quiet and dark except for the subtle glow from Ice's door. After I clean the bar, I go to his office to see if he needs anything before I turn in myself.
I knock and he answers, "Come in." As I walk through the door, he says, "Hey, Honey."
"Hey, I was gonna turn in for the night. Is there anything you need before I do?" I ask.
"What time is it?" he asks in surprise.
I look down at my watch and say, "2:30."
"Holy shit. I didn't realize it was so late."
"You've been working in here all night."
"Yeah, I know, just trying to figure out some shit." He pauses and says, "You know what, I'm done for the night. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Uh, Ice, we have a fully stocked bar."
He laughs. "I know. I was making a joke."
"Oh. Sorry," I reply, feeling really stupid.
"It's all good. Come on, have a drink with me."
"Ok."
