“The women claim the sex is better when we’re jealous,” Hawk explains, as if that will wipe away his transgressions.
“You think good sex is going to get you out of an ass whoopin’?” Jake growls. “I can fuck my woman any night, and it’s fucking phenomenal every time.”
I curse under my breath.
“Sorry, Pres,” Jake tosses over his shoulder. “The point is, I don’t need this shit-stirrer allowing another man to touch what’s mine, trying to make me jealous to have great sex with my fiancé.”
“Maybeyoudon’t,” Hawk says. Jake pinches his throat again, making Hawk squeak. “Buttheysaid it’s better. Meaning tothem.” He smiles. “The women talk about how good the sex is when their men go all caveman on them.”
They talk about it.
“That should be incentive enough to keep your cool until we get back home for the night. Right?” Hawk tries again to sway everyone in his favor.
“What do you get out of all this?” Declan asks. The vein in his neck is pulsing hard enough I can see it from here. Dec nods to Jake to loosen his hold. Jake lets him go but doesn’t back up.
Taking a deep breath, Hawk answers. “If I win the bet, Sadie has to do whatever I want without complaint. I get her full submission,” Hawk says proudly. “It’s her thing, but it doesn’t always come easy. She gets inside her head. If she loses the bet, she has no choice. She agreed to let go.” He shrugs.
“And if she wins?” I ask, raising a quizzical brow. If I know Sadie, she’s got something up her sleeve for him, and it’s nothing as meaningful or private as what he just shared.
“The same thing. My complete submission.”
“What are the limits?” Mason asks. “In the bedroom? Is it only a sexual thing? Or do you have to submit for the entire night for whatever the other wants?”
“Uh, sex,” Hawk states, sounding unsure. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure we agreed to it being in the bedroom and limited to a sexual thing.”
I catch Mason’s smirk. He’s thinking what I’m thinking. Sadie has other plans if she wins, and I’m thinking I’m going to help her do it just to watch this asshole suffer.
“And if you win, the submission happens tonight?” Jake looks at me. He’s catching on. Declan has too. He gives a curt nod.
“Any night of our choosing,” Hawk says. “But if I win, hell yes, it’s happening tonight.”
Oh, he’s fucked.
Jake looks to me for permission. I nod my consent. Before Hawk can blink, Jake’s fist smashes into his face, making his nose bleed. Hawk shouts a curse. Jake lets his ass drop to the floor, not offering to help him up, and we all storm downstairs to collect our women.
By the time we reach the main floor, our women have all stepped down from the stage. We pass a smirking Vincenzo on our way to meet them at their seats. The fucker knew about this, I’m certain of it.
One by one the girls start to pull their chairs out, and one by one we pull their arms and start marching their asses out of the club, grabbing their coats on the way out.
“Fun’s over,” I call out to the group. “Let’s get them home.”
When we reach the SUVs, Declan takes Violet by the hand, shaking his head. “You ride home with me on the back of the bike.”
“But it’s freezing out tonight, Declan,” Violet complains.
Declan, not so quietly, says, “Enjoy the cold on the way home because once we get there, your ass is going to be hot as fuck for that little stunt you pulled.”
“I didn’t do anything!” She whines. “I just sat there. I didn’t plan to go on stage. They called us up there. What did you want me to do?”
He stomps closer, his hand firmly gripping her hair, tilting her head back, he says, “You shouldn’t have gone up there and let another man touch what’smine.”His mouth slams down on hers, and Sadie starts cackling. She is full-on bent over laughing next to the SUV as Hawk steps up beside her, shaking his head and cussing.
“Oh, this is fucking great!” Sadie shouts. “Poor Hawk. I’m going to enjoy the shit out of this.”
“It’s all good, Sapphire. I’m always willing to be your sex slave. You don’t have to win a bet for that to happen.” Hawk smiles, gripping Sadie around the waist.
“Oh, you didn’t say this was only about submission in sex. You said that whoever wins, the other has to submit to whatever we want for a night. No arguments.” Sadie’s smile is wide and vicious. Hawk’s eyes narrow, and the lights click on.
“Fuuuck,” he grumbles. “What are you going to make me do?”
