Free Hawk's Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 1) by Chiah Wilder Page A

of quietude in her hectic life.
    A loud ping from her phone broke the stillness. She opened the text.
    Luke: Last night was great. Had the best time ever. U?
    Cara: Ya, was cool.
    Luke: Later today? Do something?
    Cara: Not 2nite. Working.
    Luke: On a Sat?
    Cara: I don’t have regular paycheck. Work for myself.
    Luke: U don’t have to. U could have big pay and Sat off.
    Another ping. Cara opened the text.
    Hawk: Hey, babe.
    Cara: Where r u?
    Hawk: Miss me?
    Cara rolled her eyes as she pictured his smirking face.
    Cara: R u at motel?
    Another beep. So much for a quiet moment. Rubbing the back of her neck, she released a heavy sigh.
    Luke: What u doing?
    Cara: Client texting me 2.
    Luke: This is your day off. Get rid of him.
    Cara: Can’t go out 2nite. Got 2 go. Bye.
    She switched back to her conversation with Hawk.
    Cara: R u at motel?
    Hawk: Maybe.
    Cara: Need to know.
    Hawk: Want to visit me? Let’s get together later.
    Cara: This is serious.
    Hawk: Am serious.
    Cara: Not in mood 4 this. Come to office early Mon.
    Hawk: Need to see u b4 then.
    Cara: Can’t. Come Mon. Going. Bye.
    She threw her phone on the side table. It vibrated angrily against the glass tabletop. Cara shook her head; she was not going to answer. Hawk was so arrogant, and he annoyed the crap out of her. Why did she let him get under her skin? Many of her clients didn’t listen to her advice—it went along with being a lawyer. She’d get pissed at them, but then she’d let it go and move on to the next case. Why couldn’t she see Hawk as just another one of her cases?
    His being sexy was a stumbling block, and there was no way women wouldn’t drool over his chiseled features, sculpted body, and firm ass. But Cara felt something more with him, and she hated like hell to admit it. The whole situation would be easier if she just lusted after him, but behind those blue eyes, she perceived glimmers of vulnerability. She wanted to know him better, even though every sane thought in her brain screamed out against it.
    Sipping her lemonade, she thought about how wonderful and sexy his lips felt against hers. Luke’s kisses the night before were weak compared to Hawk’s possessive ones. With his touch, his eyes, and his words, Hawk commanded submission. Cara sensed that it pissed him off having to take direction from her, and Cara understood this because she also needed to be in control, and she hated when men bossed her around. She was a strong woman and didn’t need a sexy biker invading her life, but she had to admit, the idea of having someone else take control sometimes was enticing. Shouldering everything felt like a burden at times, and even though she longed to unload some of the weight, she was afraid to let go.
    Her mind drifted back to Luke. Sherrie was right—Luke didn’t do anything for her. Even though they had a pleasant evening and he was nice enough, he didn’t light any sparks inside her. The steakhouse they went to was good, the conversation agreeable, and his goodnight kisses were sweet, but truth be told, she’d rather have stayed home with a good book. The night was, well… sort of dull, like walking through tepid water. It wasn’t Luke’s fault—he tried to show her a good time, and he was earnest in demonstrating to her why they would make the perfect couple. Hers, then? Maybe, but she knew one thing for sure—it was ninety-five percent Hawk’s fault.
    On her date, there were three of them: Cara, Luke, and Hawk. Damn that man . He’d entered her thoughts all night. Being with Hawk was like walking through a hurricane, and she wished he were the one holding her close under the stars at the nightclub. Instead of Luke’s sloppy kisses, she had yearned for Hawk’s demanding ones. Ever since the office “incident,” her body craved Hawk’s hands, and she couldn’t stop replaying the feel of his lips on hers, his hands caressing her, his warm breath igniting her.
    Damn. Damn. Damn.
    Cara’s cell beeped again. Ignoring