“Hey, Boston, how you and the mini doing?” Hawk asked, taking in the protruding belly that pushed out the material of her turquoise dress.
“We’re hanging in there. It’s good to see you back on your feet.”
“Good to be on them.”
“Hey, Ariel, how are you?” Boston asked.
“I’m good. If you need me to get anything tonight, let me know, okay?”
Boston smiled. “I will. Thank you.”
Tiny shot him a questioning glance. Hawk nodded. It’s time to handle things.
“We’ll be back, got to get the music going,” Tiny said.
“We been existing in this strange in-between. I’m ready to fix that now,” Hawk said to Ariel after Boston and Tiny were gone.
“What do you mean?”
“I want everyone to know you’re mine, girl. You ready for that?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“Make sure, because once you become my old lady, I’m not letting you go.”
“You want me to be your old lady?”
“Haven’t you figured out by now that you already are?”
“I thought maybe I was reading too much into things,” she whispered, clutching the edges of his cut.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” he said and nodded to Tiny.
“I want to make a toast,” Tiny cried. “To the V.P. and his new old lady.”
Whoops and hollering went up around them. Hawk wrapped his hand around Ariel’s neck and pulled her to him. “You’re mine now, siren.”
“And you’re mine,” she said.
“You want to see who cries uncle first?” he asked tracing her lips with his tongue.
She moaned. “You really think you want to wait?” She trailed her nails down his chest. “It’s already been long enough.”
Her husky tone had him hard and ready to prove a point.
“You know I like teaching you lessons,” he said. He released her from his gra
sp, ran a hand down her back, cupped her ass and rubbed her against the bulge in his pants. “You let me know when you’re ready for this.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked away, hiding his grin.
He rejoined his boys and procured another beer.
“I thought you were going to take her right there in front of God and everyone, brother,” Shooter said.
“Still might.”
“Is this really the same woman?” Moose asked.
Hawk laughed. “Trust me, it’s her,” he said as he watched her talk animatedly with friends.