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Three months later…
The miles disappeared beneath the wheels of Hawk Hauser’s motorcycle. Life didn’t get much better than this—he had his bike, his girl, and the whole weekend ahead of him. It had taken him a month to persuade Agatha back onto a bike—this time with leathers, boots, and a properly fitted helmet—and when they returned from the short test ride, she’d grudgingly admitted it had been “okay.” But she’d also struggled to hide her smile, and he’d known then that someday, she’d grow into a biker babe.
His biker babe.
Today, they were on their way to Connecticut for a dirty mini-break. So fucking domesticated, but Hawk had grown used to doing the boyfriend thing now. Wondered why the fuck he hadn’t tried it sooner. Fear had a hell of a lot to answer for.
Agatha had found a hotel she liked on the coast, and they planned to spend four days Netflix and chilling. Maybe five days. Blackwood was flexible when it came to taking time off, and nobody minded if staff on the Special Projects team headed off on an impromptu break when things were quieter. If a cyber emergency arose, Agatha would have her laptop with her. She took it everywhere, the same way Hawk carried a gun.
Everyone at work knew they were an item now. It had come as no surprise at all that their colleagues had been running a pool, although there was some disagreement on when it should pay out. Was the official start of Hawk and Agatha’s relationship the weekend on Steppen Island, or the night in the Brotherhood’s parking lot? In the end, Emmy and Luther had agreed to split the pot. In Hawk’s eyes, the only thing that mattered was that he had Agatha now, and he intended to keep her.
On Sunday, they planned to meet Clarice. It would be the first time Agatha had seen her sister since the non-wedding, but they had been talking regularly. Whatever Agatha had said that Saturday night on the island, it had made a difference. Clarice was attempting to be friendly, and although there were a fuck of a lot of bridges to mend, Agatha thought it was worth making the effort. Hawk wasn’t sure he’d have been so forgiving, but his girl had a big heart.
Not big enough for Odette or her mom, though. Neither of them had called, and Agatha seemed fine with that. When SlugCoin lost ninety-nine percent of its value, she had brought out a bottle of champagne, poured two glasses, and toasted Hawk with a grin on her face. The loss wouldn’t ruin Stu—apparently, he had a trust fund—but it wouldn’t do him any favours either.
Hawk kept his speed down so Agatha would enjoy the ride, and they pulled up outside the hotel in the afternoon. The Sunshine Inn. He glanced skyward and saw nothing but clouds. The rain had held off for the trip, thank fuck, although showers were forecast overnight. Agatha climbed off the bike and stretched her legs.
“Okay?” he asked.
“A little stiff. I’m still getting used to this.”
She looked so damn hot in her leathers, even if she hated the “old lady” tag. Hawk respected that. Although he’d been brought up in The Darkness MC, there was plenty about the lifestyle that he disliked, which was why he didn’t spend much time at the clubhouse anymore. He swung by to visit with his dad most weeks, but evenings, he mostly hung out with Agatha unless he was working. Sometimes he went out for beers with his buddies, but he turned down more invites than he accepted. This relationship was too important to risk losing.
“I can help you to loosen up, but do you want to get dinner first?”
“How about we compromise on room service?”
“Works for me.”
He’d arranged for a fancy box of chocolates to be waiting, plus a bottle of good champagne, so they could start with those. Every damn day was worth celebrating when he was with his girl. The suite he’d splashed out on had a balcony with a sea view, no hot tub this time, but he was planning to install one in his yard next spring, so it didn’t matter. Agatha had more or less moved in now. Her clothes were in his closet, and she’d made friends with the neighbours. Yeah, she still had her apartment, but they hadn’t spent a night there in weeks, and even her cat called Hawk’s place home these days.
“You did good, Hauser,” she said as she flopped backward onto the bed. “This room is the size of a football field.”
“Don’t get any ideas about running for the end zone.”
“I won’t,” she said, her voice dreamy. “I’ll just lie here and wait for you to score a touchdown.”
Room service could wait. He undressed her slowly, savouring every inch of creamy white skin that was revealed, tasting her, worshipping her. This woman was his everything, and he didn’t need a ring to tell him that. Agatha responded to his touch with breathy little gasps, her legs parting as he worked his way down her body, nipping at her breasts in the way that made her moan before he fucked her with his tongue. He loved making her come like this. Loved seeing her body arch off the bed as his name spilled from her lips. He was hard already, had been for half the trip north, and her thighs were slick when he slipped inside her. Tight, warm, ready. Always ready. Two weeks ago, they’d stopped at the Brotherhood for dinner, and he’d fingered her in the parking lot, just for old times’ sake. Except that night, she’d dropped to her knees afterward and returned the favour.
His perfect partner.
He’d marry her if she wanted that, but she said her family had put her off marriage for life. Hawk would take whatever she gave, and in return, he’d give her himself, in every way she’d take.
* * *
“Hey.”
Agatha greeted Clarice with a tentative hug. They’d agreed to meet at a zoo in Bridgeport, one which didn’t have ponies, but Chas wanted to see the tigers. Charity was at a music camp, and Buckley had flown to Vegas for a three-day bachelor party after he left the office on Friday.
“Hi.”
“Auntie Agatha!” Chas’s hug was more enthusiastic, and Hawk didn’t escape her affections either. “Uncle Hawk?”
“If that’s what you want to call me.”
Seemed he was staying in the kid’s life, so he didn’t mind the nickname. Uncle Eddie was still around too. Apparently, he’d built a barn in the pasture beside his house, and he was planning to buy Chas a pony for Christmas. She didn’t know it yet. And since horses weren’t fond of living on their own, he was learning to ride as well with a view to getting the pony a friend.
Meanwhile, Buckley had forgotten his not-daughter’s tenth birthday, and when Clarice reminded him about the party, he’d said he had to work late and skipped it entirely.
