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Hearing her call me Brax again does something to me. It sends a shiver through my entire body and makes me realize just how much I’ve missed her soft voice calling me by my given name. Tara is the only one who’s ever made me feel a damn thing like this. My heart races, I break out in goosebumps when she touches me, and she stops my breath with one simple look. She has the power to destroy me and doesn’t have the first clue of the power she holds over me.
“This is what I want, sweets. I want the fuckin’ world to know you’re mine. I’ll keep my head out of my ass and show you every day that I want you and only you. I can’t even look at another woman without feelin’ as if I’m cheatin’ on you somehow. You fuckin’ own me,” I tell her honestly, making myself vulnerable for her and only her.
“Okay, Brax. We can do this. But, I want you to know that at any time you change your mind, you have to tell me. I’ll walk away from you and the club. You can live your life how you want and I won’t say anything about it,” she says, stepping further into me and closing what little distance there was between us.
I lean down and press my lips against hers. Tara deepens the kiss immediately as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds me close. She plays with the hair on the back of my head and I groan into her mouth. I’m already hard as fuck for her and want nothing more than to lay her out on my bed and fuck her senseless. I want her to scream my name so loud everyone hears her and have her feeling me tomorrow.
“I want to let everyone know now. If you’re up for it,” I tell her when I finally pull back from her despite the way my breathing is rough and choppy from getting lost in our kiss.
“Okay. As long as you promise me that you’ll always be honest with me about how you’re feeling. I won’t ever hold you back or make you resent me for this,” she says, uncertainty filling her voice so much it hurts me.
“I’m not gonna change my mind, resent you, and you sure as fuck aren’t holdin’ me back from a damn thing,” I promise her, grabbing her hand and linking our fingers together as we make our way back out to the common room after locking my door.
We get in the common room to find it full of everyone here from all three clubs. There’s literally nowhere for anyone to sit and I shake my head because our common room is huge. Pulling Tara into my side, I hold her close and wait for someone to notice us standing as close to everyone as we can get. Venom and my dad finally stop what they’re doing and notice us. My dad smiles while Venom nods his head to tell me it’s okay to get everyone’s attention. He’s still got that shit-eating smirk on his face.
“Listen up!” I call out, making everyone stop what they’re doing and turn to face us before I turn to face Tara. “Tara, not many people here know that we’ve been spendin’ time together for months now. It’s not what you wanted because I was lost in my head and couldn’t see what was right in front of me. It took the shit we’re goin’ through now to realize what you mean to me. I’ve never wanted to have what I have with you with anyone else. You make me feel things I never thought were possible. So, in front of our family and friends, I’m askin’ you if you’ll be my ol’ lady?”
“Yes, Hawkeye, I’ll be your ol’ lady,” she answers me, a smile on her face.
Everyone stands around the room as it becomes deafening with the cheers, whistles, and clapping. Paige and Lyric rush to our sides as I keep my arm around Tara. I’m not about to let her go too far from me if I can help it.
“It’s about time you pulled your head out of your ass,” Paige says, the largest smile on her face while she hugs us both. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” Tara says, her face turning a nice shade of red as we become the center of attention.
Everyone comes up to congratulate us and I hear more than a few members who are single grumbling under their breath about losing out. Too fucking bad. Tara is mine and she won’t ever be another man’s woman. We spend the rest of the night with our family and have a homecooked meal prepared by Skylar and the rest of our moms. When the ol’ ladies from here try to go in and help, they’re booted right back out. For the first time in a long time, I’m completely at peace and everything feels right. If I had claimed anyone other than Tara, I know I wouldn’t be feeling as good as I do right now. One more way I know this is the right decision for me. For us.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Tara
BEING CLAIMED BY Hawkeye isn’t something I ever thought would happen. It’s been a week since he claimed me and every morning I wake up I want to pinch myself because I feel as if I’m dreaming. The man didn’t waste any damn time either. He moved the rest of my stuff out of the trailer and into his floor at the house he shares with his brothers. My clothes are hanging in the closet mixed in with his and he’s helped me unpack the rest of my stuff to put among his belongings throughout the house. Every night we go to bed together and he holds me close as if I’m something precious. This is my dream and it’s coming true. Ricochet and Paige are loving it too. They don’t even care that I’m not living with them because I’m in the same house as them. At least they haven’t said anything to me about it yet. Today I plan on talking to Paige about it. If she’s around. If not, I’ll talk to Ricochet.
“Sweets, we need to talk for a minute,” Hawkeye says, walking into the bedroom from the bathroom.
He just got out of the shower and is wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips. The thin line of hair leading to his cock stands out and my mouth waters. I want this man right now. Yes, I can have sex now that I’m pregnant. There’s no risk of me getting pregnant before we can do the implantation. We talked to Doc about it at my last appointment. Paige brought it up because she knew I wouldn’t.
“That’s never a good start to a conversation,” I mumble, setting my brush down on the dresser for now.
Hawkeye starts laughing as he sits on the end of the bed. I love hearing him laugh and seeing his entire face light up as he looks at me. His laugh is deep and sends a thrill through my body.
“This isn’t bad, sweets. We’ve been talkin’ and when I can’t be with you, there’s gonna be a Prospect with you. At least one. If anyone else is around the clubhouse when you have to leave, you’ll have more guys on you. I’ll be with you as much as possible, but there are gonna be times I’m out when you have to leave. We’re also gonna have a few guys stationed at Tara’s Treats in case this fucker tries to get close to you there. We don’t know what the fuck he’s gonna do or when he’ll make his move. At this point, we can’t just assume he’s not gonna pull somethin’ stupid because there are innocent people around. You’re fuckin’ innocent in this shit and he’s targetin’ you,” Hawkeye tells me as I sit down next to him.
“Okay. I’d rather be safe than sorry. I’ll make sure to let you know what’s going on each day. Today I have the grand opening so I don’t think we’ll need to worry about having a Prospect on me. Are you sure you wanna be there?” I ask Hawkeye, knowing he hates large crowds gathered together because there’s too many possibilities of something going wrong.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be, sweets. This is your big day and we need to celebrate. You’ve been bustin’ your ass to get your shop ready and I’m gonna be there to support you. You’re stuck with me, Tara. Even when I piss you off and upset you, there’s no gettin’ rid of me,” he says, a smirk on his face as he stares at me.
“And you’re stuck with me. Even when I’m hormonal and ready to rip your head off,” I tell him, my eyes slowly sliding over all of his exposed skin.
There’s a drop of water sliding down his chest and I stick my tongue out when the need to lick the same path overwhelms me. Still, I can’t pull my eyes from his body. Hawkeye’s body is a work of art. He’s toned with muscles in all the right places. His arms are probably my favorite part when they bulge and flex each time he moves them. Hawkeye’s chest and abdomen is the most defined I’ve ever seen on a man. I know he works out on a regular basis, but this is from countless hours of manual labor too. Not just spending hours in the gym lifting weights and whatever else he does.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that and we’re not gonna make it to your grand openin’, sweets. I’ll fuck you until you forget your name and can’t stand,” Hawkeye says, his deep voice breaking me out of my lust-filled haze.
“You better put some clothes on, Brax. Your body is too much temptation for me,” I state honestly as he laughs once again. “And I have a feeling you know exactly what the hell you’re doing to me.”
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talkin’ about, sweets,” he responds, a smirk on his face.
I watch from my seat on the bed as Hawkeye makes his way to the closet and leaves the door open as he pulls out a pair of jeans from the stack of them. He drops the towel where he stands and puts the jeans on. His back muscles bunching and flexing as he moves. Again, my mouth waters. Hawkeye is fucking sexy as hell and I’m the lucky one to call him mine. I don’t stop watching him as he grabs a black tee-shirt from a hanger and slides it over his head, covering up all the skin I’ve been staring at since he came out of the bathroom. Hawkeye walks back out of the closet after grabbing a pair of socks and his belt. He grabs the towel from the floor and tosses it in the hamper just outside the bathroom door. The man hasn’t even done up his jeans as he heads toward me. There’s the slight hint of skin showing and I want nothing more than to yank his jeans off and let Hawkeye have his way with me.
