Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Thanks.” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face, uncomfortable with their attention.
“You don’t usually come to these things,” she continued. “I mean... I always ask Slate where you are, but he doesn’t like to give your information out.”
Swallowing more of Slate’s concoction, I realized I was almost finished. Nerves seemed to get the better of me at these parties. I needed to pee, so I shifted my weight in order to alleviate the pain.
“No,” I admitted. “I’ve never liked the parties.” I thought it too rude to say I actually hated them. Maybe it was because I had a pack of wolves watching my every move, so it was easier not to attend when I was younger, and now I just didn’t have the desire nor the energy.
“I heard about Roman,” she said, almost whiny, and pulling a face. “I’m so sorry.”
Yeah, there was not one ounce of sincerity it that.
Bitch almost seemed elated.
Tramp.
Slate sensed my inner turmoil, replaced my empty with another full. The mere mention of Roman’s name had me gulping.
“She can have him. He’s a shit... fuck... ing ass, anyway,” I stumbled to find the right words to describe my ex but said the string of insults loud enough so that those around me heard. But it didn’t matter, Rebekah no-moral-compass, could have him.
A throaty chuckle came from behind me, and I spun around to see Hawk. And much to my displeasure, he was standing with a smiling sultry redhead from earlier. She was attached to his side like she owned him, and I felt my blood boil the way it had when I saw her kiss him.
“What?” I said to him. “You think you’re any better? Fucking and... shit...” I laughed in annoyance, shaking my head before turning back to Slate and accepting another drink. My brother’s eyes flicked from mine to something behind me, an evil smirk on his face. Before I could question, a hand landed on my arm, yanking me backward. In one swift motion, I was slammed into what felt like a brick wall. The drink I was holding now dripping down my legs, cold and sticky.
“Fuck!”
“That’s right, little Britta,” a gravelly voice rumbled against my ear. This time my sticky legs actually quaked at the sound. My eyes closed slightly, enjoying the sound. “I do fuck. It’s what I’m good at.”
Oh... holy shit!
My stomach butterflied and I couldn’t meet Hawk’s eyes because I was blushing too hard. He was still clutching my arm, holding me firm against his hard chest. My legs automatically clenched together. And then I said something I never thought would come out of my mouth, primarily directed at Hawk.
“Then how about you show me?”
Hawk pulled me closer still, his stubble grazing my ear, my skin goosebumping in the most pleasurable way.
“Given the chance, I will.”
Jesus... fuck me!
I dared to look around and see curious eyes intently observing our interaction, watching me practically orgasm on the spot. Clearing my throat and head, I stepped forward out of his hold, but not before he affectionately, yet possessively squeezed my hip. Needing to sit and gather my composure, I pushed Slate off the stool and took his place. Before I could take my next breath, Sabrina once again appeared.
“Wow!” she started. “That was quite a display.”
I was too embarrassed to respond, so I don’t.
“You were always so quiet in school,” she continued. “I see a lot has changed since we graduated.” This time her accusatory tone made me turn to her.
“If I remember correctly, so were you. See you around, Sabrina.”
Before she could lift her bony hand to wave goodbye, I was back on my feet and tapping Slate on the shoulder.
“You good?” he asked, smiling.
“Fine,” I lied. I could hardly reveal I needed a good roll in the sack with my boss. “But I’m gonna catch an Uber home.”
“No way. I’ll get someone to take you.”
“I’m good,” I assured, but he was having none of it.
“Stay here, I’ll get—”
“I’ll take her,” Hawk’s rough voice interrupted, and suddenly the pang between my legs was back.
Damn him for having that effect on me.
I met Hawk’s gaze and the intensity I felt earlier was still there, and he was making no effort to hide it from the others. They, however, seemed too intoxicated to truly catch on to what was happening between us.
“Thanks, bro,” Slate said, holding his hand out to shake. After I hugged all my brothers goodbye, Hawk led me through the crowd with his large hand on the small of my back.
Hawk... motherfucking Carnage.
Sex on a stick.
Chapter 6
Hawk
“What stick?” I asked Britta as we left the house, and she looked at me horrified. I laughed. “Yes, you said it out loud.”
She turned away, heat blushing her cheeks for the millionth time that night. I fucking loved that I had that effect on her. I wanted to see if her tits blush that much. I noticed she was walking a little... bow-legged down the drive to the Valet.