I bit my lip when he produced a washcloth and started washing me. I’d never had someone bathe me before and I felt vulnerable as he began to wash my arms and then my stomach. “I can do this,” I whispered as his hands dipped into the water again, skimming the soapy cloth over my thighs.
“Yeah, I know. But I like doing this. I want to take care of you.” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my exposed shoulder. “Indulge me, baby.”
For the next ten minutes he washed every part of me he could reach, lingering on the tender areas. He was so gentle, so loving, that I had to blink back a sudden rush of tears. He couldn’t take care of me like this, couldn’t hold me and make love to me, unless he felt something just as strongly as I felt…
Right?
The water started to grow cool and the bubbles were nearly gone. Hawk lifted me from the tub and dried me with a towel. Sometimes his hands lingered in certain areas but he never touched me in any way sexually. I didn’t know whether to be thankful that he was giving my body time to heal a little after our earlier lovemaking, or to be disappointed. I wanted him again, wanted the ecstasy that he could give me and wanted to give it back to him.
Once I was dry he pulled one of his white T-shirts over my head and lifted me into his arms again. When he laid me on the bed again I held onto his neck, making him fall down beside me. Laughing, he grabbed the covers and pulled them over us before tucking my back against his front.
His scruffy cheek rubbed over my neck as he pressed a kiss to my jaw. “You’re mine now, Gracie.”
“Yeah,” I agreed without hesitation. “And you’re mine… Right?”
“You have no idea how much I’m yours, baby.” His hands tightened around my waist and he blew out a long breath as he started to fall asleep. “You fucking own me, Gracie.”
Chapter 13
Gracie
Doc Robertson made me promise to take it easy the first week I went back to work. I wasn’t supposed to work more than a few hours before resting and he pretty much forbade me to work at Aggie’s for at least another week. I needed the money, though, so I went back to work at Jack’s on Monday.
When I arrived at the garage I got smiles from everyone except from Trigger, but I hadn’t really been expecting one from him anyway. He was a serious-expression kind of guy and I was okay with that. Just as I was okay with no one mentioning Harley all day. I didn’t want to think about the man and forced him out of my head every time he tried to pop into it.
What surprised me the most was that Hawk hadn’t put up more than a small argument when I’d told him I was going to work today. He’d tried to talk me out of not going once, then kissed me and told me to be careful and not to work too hard. I should have been happy that he was letting me out of the house without much fuss but it only made me suspicious. No way would he just go from being overbearingly aggressive about me working to passively accepting of it so easily.
Still, I was thankful to get out of the house without too much drama.
Most of the day I fielded phone calls, set up appointments for routine maintenance for several customers, and took payments from the customers that had been taken care of that day. At lunchtime, Raven brought me a salad from Aggie’s and told me that Hawk had to take care of something at the bar or he would have brought it himself. She stayed long enough to eat with me but then had to get back to the house since Colt was watching Lexa.
I watched from my desk as Raven stopped outside and Bash came over to kiss her. He worked at the garage a few days a week, but I assumed that since Harley was gone now he would be working a little more often. Knowing that Bash was there set me a little more at ease, because I knew that with him around, I was safe. It was the same safe feeling I got when I was with Hawk, but with him it was more like a big brother keeping his little sister safe.
Turning back to the order forms on my desk, I reached for the phone to make the calls that Jack had told me to return for him when the back door that lead from the bike shop opened. I lifted my head, startled, when someone I didn’t recognize walked into the office.
“Can I help you?” I asked, taking in the newcomer a little apprehensively.
He gave off the allure of danger in his expensive suit and short-cropped hair. His hair was almost completely gray but his face had very few lines on it, so I didn’t know how old he could possibly be. When he smiled, I caught the flash of even white teeth that looked cosmetically enhanced. Either he had some very expensive veneers or he spent a lot of time bleaching his teeth.
When he smiled at me I felt like he was assessing me, summing me up for some reason. “Gracie Morgan?”
I lifted a brow at him. “Yes, and you are?”
He offered me his hand as he stepped closer and I took it after a slight hesitation. “Jacob Jenkins, attorney at law.”
My eyes widened. This scary guy was a lawyer? Yeah, I could see that and I definitely wouldn’t have wanted to go up against him in court. “What can I do for you, Mr. Jenkins?”
His smile softened slightly, but I could still tell that he was trying to sum me up. “Actually, I’ve come to do something for you.” He nodded his head to one of the chairs in front of my desk. “May I sit?”
“Of course. Please.” I sat back in my chair, watching him a little closer now. What is this guy doing here?
“I’m not sure if you are aware, but I’m the Angel’s Halo MC’s attorney.” He waited for me to respond and when I shook my head he went on. “Well, I’m getting on in age and I’m ready to start thinking about retiring. Moving to someplace with a nice beach and lots of beautiful women.” He winked when he said that last part but continued. “I was over at the university this morning asking them if they had any promising students that I could take on as kind of a prodigy. I wanted someone smart, who thinks independently and doesn’t balk at getting their hands dirty. As you will find in the business of law, your hands can get very dirty.”
My brows lifted. “So what are you doing here? I haven’t even started my first year of law school yet.”
Jenkins shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. You are one of the top students entering the program this year. Your GPA is exceptional and your LSAT scores were beyond impressive. But besides all of that I’ve been hearing some interesting things about you. Jack has been singing your praises, although I’ve learned that he is a little biased on that front.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jack can kiss my ass.”