Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Hawk

IT'S BEEN A week since Kendell watched me have sex in the gazebo with one of the Fallen girls. I really wasn't expecting her to go out there that early in the day. She's typically at the warehouse with her sister and nephew. It's not the first time I've had sex in the gazebo. All of us have at one point or another over the years. However, having her watch me and seeing the pure lust on her face made me fuck Legs that much harder. I wasn't performing for Kendell, but the thought of having her wrapped around me made me lose control. I've wanted this woman since the second I heard her on the phone asking for help for her sister and nephew. Seeing her when I got to the house only made me want her that much more. No, she's not the one going through leaving her husband because he's an abusive piece of shit, but she's had her life uprooted all the same and I'm not trying to fuck with her and hurt her because I want to fuck. Kendell doesn't deserve that shit and I don't want a relationship so there's no reason for me to go there.

I know I told her I'd be around if she ever wanted to experiment, but that's not truly something I can help her with. I'm a one and done kind of man. Unless it comes to the Fallen girls because they know what I'm about and won't pressure me for more than I want to give them. Kendell is the kind of woman you settle down with. You marry her and give her babies. She's not the woman you fuck somewhere random and then walk away. I hardly know her and I can tell that just from what I've learned and observed over the last three weeks. Yes, I've been watching her and keeping an eye on things as she lives at the compound.

When we get a new person to help out of a horrible situation, I always do a background check on them to see what the club is actually getting involved in. Some situations are a lot worse than others and we need to know what we're dealing with. Instead of putting the victim through hell and making them relive their trauma with a bunch of guys who more than likely intimidate and scared the fuck outta them, I do a background check instead. The counselors we've hired can work on getting information out of them during their sessions. They know how to do so without causing more damage and pain. So, I know more about Kendell than she thinks I know.

Kelsey and Kendell sure didn't grow up in a loving home. Their father beat their mother until it finally became too much for her. She took her own life in the home they lived in. I don't know what happened after that, but I do know Kendell has never been in a serious relationship and her sister married Martin directly out of high school. Kendell has bounced from one job to the next. Right before she made the call for help, she lost a job at a sleazy bar in her town. Kendell always pays her bills, takes self-defense classes, and didn't go to college. Every little thing I learn about her only makes me want to discover every secret she has and I've never felt that way before about anyone. To me, the people I do background checks on are nothing more than a job that I'm doing for the club. Kendell is something completely fucking different and I don't know if I like it or not. Especially because she makes me feel things I've never felt before and is so much more than a job.

Hearing her views on sex, I know she's holding back her true self. Her father was an insanely religious man. He'd go to church multiple times a week and twice on Sunday. I'm not sure what led to him beating the hell out of his wife, but everything he did in his life revolved around his fucked-up belief system. Beliefs he forced on his wife and daughters as the girls grew up and his wife was forced to become a shell of the woman she was before meeting Kendell's father. If he weren't already dead, I'd find him and beat the fuck out of him for how he's fucked his daughters up. The man was a fucking asshole and now to hear Kendell talk about sex as if it's something to be ashamed of makes me angry.

There's a deep passion that lingers in Kendell. I saw it when she watched me having sex. She's curious, wants to explore her desires, and find what brings her the most pleasure. Instead, she lives in a box and limits what she does and doesn't do. I want to draw out the passion she feels and introduce her to a completely new world where she's free and open to explore her sexuality in ways she's never dreamed about. I guarantee reading those books she does is the closest to any kind of kink she has. Yes, I know exactly what Kendell reads because I hacked into her account and found all the smut she reads. I've actually downloaded a few of the books to see what she's been reading.

"Hawk, where the fuck you at man?" Eagle says, jostling me in the chair I'm in next to him.

We're sitting in the common room finishing our breakfast before we get our day started.

"I'm here," I automatically answer him, pushing the thoughts in my head about Kendell away.

"No, you're not. You're thinkin' about Kendell again, aren't ya?" Eagle questions me, a raised eyebrow as he waits for my answer with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Fuck!" I mutter, my brother laughing before turning serious once again. "I don't know what the fuck is goin' on with me when it comes to her. No matter what I do or where I am, she's in my fuckin' head. I want to discover every fuckin' secret she has and tease her until she's beggin' for me to fuck her. The woman has a body made for sex and she doesn't even fuckin' know it. Hell, you should hear her views on sex."

"What do you know about her views on sex, brother?"

"This is between the two of us, Eagle. I'm serious," I say, looking around the common room to find it mainly empty as I lean closer to my brother. "She caught me fuckin' Legs in the gazebo last week. Kendell was rooted to the fuckin' spot and watched us. I went to talk to her later on and she told me that sex is meant to be private between a man and a woman. She also believes she shouldn't have sex before she's married, but says she's had sex. Her father was a fuckin' asshole and made his daughters feel ashamed to even think about their sexuality and want to have sex or experiment."

"What the fuck?" my brother growls out, his voice hard and cold because we've known countless men like this over the years. "That fucker still alive?"

"No. Died a year ago," I tell him as the door of the clubhouse opens and I see Kendell nervously step inside. "Sparky, what's wrong?"

I'm immediately out of my seat and rushing to Kendell's side with my brother following me. Kendell's hair is a mess, the long strands tangled and knotted as if someone was yanking on her hair and pulling her around. Her clothes have spots of grease and dirt all over them and she's crying silent tears. My heart races at the thought of someone hurting the woman standing in front of me.

"M-My c-car broke. I was on my way to the warehouses and something happened to the tire or something. It's sitting at an odd angle and I don't know what happened. I tried to see if I could find the problem, but I don't know what I'm looking for. My sister and Gideon are waiting for me," she says, the tears not stopping as more people surround her.

"It's okay, Sparky. We'll figure out what's goin' on with your car. I'll make sure you get to the warehouses so you can spend the day with your sister and nephew. Why don't you go get cleaned up and change your clothes while I figure everythin' else out," I tell her, wanting to pull her into my arms and hold her close until she stops crying.

Kendell nods her head at me before turning and leaving the clubhouse again. I don't move or speak until the door closes behind her. Turning to face the men at my back, I take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds before releasing it.

"I got her car," Trax speaks up as Savage nods with him. The two men leave before anything else is said. "I'm headin' to the warehouses so I can get Kendell there. Later I'll go over the security footage to make sure no one got in the compound and fucked with her car. Eagle, I'm gonna need you to do me a favor."

"What's up, little brother?" he questions, completely serious because he knows I never ask him for favors if I don't have to.

"I want a full set of cameras up at the house Kendell's stayin' in. Around the full perimeter, the front and back doors, and one pointed out toward the gazebo because she does go spend time there. With me bein' gone, I can't get it all done while she's not in the house. Can you handle that for me?" I ask him, knowing I've never taken things this far with anyone else as Eagle looks at me with the same knowledge.

"I'm on it. The second you guys leave, I'll get everythin' taken care of. Sparky, huh?" he returns, his smirk covering his face once more.

"She fuckin' ignites somethin' in me and I don't have the power to pull away from whatever the fuck it is," I tell him as the rest of the guys walk away and return to what they were doing before Kendell entered the clubhouse for the very first time.

The sight of Kendell entering the clubhouse looking as if someone attacked her brought forward every single protective instinct I've ever felt. I wanted to rip whoever hurt her limb from limb while holding her in my arms and making sure no one else can get close to her. I want to wipe the tears from her face and put a smile in its place because Kendell should never cry for any reason. Instead, I stood there like a fucking asshole and did nothing to comfort her but tell her to get cleaned up. What fucking woman wants to be told to get cleaned up? I'm a fucking idiot.

"You gonna claim her?" Reaper asks as he steps out from the hallway where his office is.

"No. She deserves more than this world. Kendell is too fuckin' innocent for this way of life and I'm not gonna drag her into it because she makes me feel shit I'd rather not discuss," I tell him as Rebel shakes her head behind the bar and I turn my full attention on her. "What's up, Rebel?"

"You men are fucking stupid as hell. You want to protect her and she makes you feel shit, so it's time to pack up and run. I have a feeling Kendell is so much fucking stronger than you'll ever know. If you let her walk away, Hawk, you're gonna miss out on something amazing. That woman will give you the entire fucking world and make you the center of hers. She came into a clubhouse full of men she doesn't know and her eyes never left you the second she locked onto you. And don't think I don't know about the ‘hawk' reference either. That shit's been talked about since you got the call. Obviously someone is trying to tell your ass something. Listen to it or lose out on the best woman you could have at your side," Rebel states, lowering her head as she goes back to stocking the bar for the day and cleaning as she normally does. "By the way, your voice carries in here more than you realize."

Fuck! She's heard our entire conversation. Eagle and I exchange a look before I shake my head and leave the clubhouse. Instead of getting one of the club's SUVs, I head straight for my bike. I've never had a woman on the back of my bike before. It's a seat reserved for the woman I'll make my ol' lady. However, the day is gorgeous and I want to have Kendell's body wrapped around mine. I want to feel her ample chest pressed up against my back, have her arms wrapped around my waist, and let her experience riding a bike. I have no doubt it's something she's never done before.

Straddling my girl, I start the engine and don't bother putting on my helmet because I'm just going around to the back of the compound to pick Kendell up. Trax and Savage are working on her car as I pass by and take in the damage done. A tie rod definitely broke and I can't even begin to think of what else they'll find. Passing them, I don't stop until I pull up to the house Kendell's been staying at. It's actually not too far from my own house. There's nothing but grass between our houses and the unobstructed view has me watching her place far more often than not. Hell, I've spent more time in my house over the last three weeks than I have since it's been built. I shut my engine off as I wait for Kendell to come back out of her house so we can head to the warehouses.

It doesn't take very long before I hear the front door open and look up to find Kendell standing there, staring out at me. The tears are no longer falling down her face. There's a slight redness left behind and her eyes are slightly swollen from her crying. Something else is going on with her because there's no way her car breaking down made her this upset. Kendell's long hair hangs down her back, still wet. She's wearing a tight pair of jeans that mold to every curve of her body and a tee-shirt that emphasizes her tits and exposes the top swell of them. Fuck! I want to taste every inch of her fucking body and see if her skin is truly as soft as it appears to be.

"You gonna come over here so we can head out?" I ask Kendell when she doesn't move from the door.

"We're, um, we're going on your bike?" she questions, the hint of fear mixed with excitement filling her voice.

"Yeah. Come on, Kelsey and Gideon are waitin' for ya. Let's get over there so you can spend a few hours with them before I have to bring you back here," I tell her, knowing her sister and nephew will get her out of her head and on my bike.

Kendell nods at me and locks the door behind her before shoving her keys in her pocket and making her way closer to me. She lets her eyes take in every inch of my bike and I let her inspect everything she wants. When she gets close to me, I stand from the bike and bring my leg over it so I can put my helmet on her head. I don't have a spare and mine is gonna be big on her. It's not ideal, but I'll make it work. I've never thought of getting an extra helmet because I wasn't planning on ever putting anyone on the back of my bike.

"Should I do something with my hair? Maybe braid it so the wind doesn't whip it around?" she asks me as I step up closer to her. I'm close enough my arm brushes against the side of her chest causing Kendell to suck in a sharp breath.

"Yeah. All the ol' ladies usually braid their hair or somethin' so it doesn't become a tangled mess from the helmet and wind," I answer her, not giving her room to maneuver.

Kendell quickly braids her hair and I watch in fascination because it's fucking perfect and she did it so damn fast. Most of the women use mirrors and brushes to get their hair to look as good as what Kendell just did in mere seconds. Shaking my head, I carefully put the helmet on her head and tilt it back so I can get the straps as tight as possible without hurting her. Kendell stares up at me and her gaze feels like a gentle caress against my face and upper body. I fumble the straps for a few seconds before clearing my throat and focusing on what I'm doing. Kendell closes her eyes when I tilt my head and move even closer to her, letting my fingers drag against the soft skin of her throat. Seeing my tattooed hand so close to her throat is filling my head with all kinds of images. Mainly the hand necklace variety. This fucking woman is making me crave her with every passing second and we've barely touched.

Finally getting the helmet taken care of, I step back a fraction and go over what I need Kendell to do and what not to do on the bike. Straddling the seat once more, I hold out my hand after pointing out the pegs for her to step on. Like a fucking all-star, Kendell gets on my bike as if she's done it a million times before. She doesn't wobble or pretend she can't get on like I've seen happen to other guys. Sparky follows all of my directions and is seated behind me in seconds. She hesitates a few seconds before moving forward and wrapping her arms around my waist. Grabbing her thighs, I pull her closer to me. She lets out a startled gasp as I lean into her body. Once she's positioned behind me exactly as I want her, I start the engine and laugh when she lets out a little squeal as I rev the engine. This is nothing but sweet fucking torture as I move away from the house and Kendell's arms tighten around me even more. I can honestly say, this wasn't one of my better ideas.