“What do you do? You know, for a livin’.”
“I teach kindergarten,” I said.
Hawk dropped his head back and laughed. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Babe,” Austin said from the threshold. “Ready to go?”
I nodded, dropped the paper towels I’d used to dry my hands in the garbage can next to the island, and skirted around Hawk to get to Austin. “Nice to meet you,” I said.
“You too, babe,” Hawk replied just as Austin grabbed me and kissed me a little too intimately before sweeping me out of the kitchen and back up to his room.
“Fuckin’ asshole,” he snapped, and slammed the door shut.
“Who?”
“Fuckin’ Hawk.”
“Okay, you need to tell me what’s up with him. He was really nice to me, honey, and Lily’s adorable.”
“He wants you.”
“What?” I squeaked.
Austin scowled. “He’s got his fuckin’ sights on you, which means I have to deal with his form of bullshit.”
I don’t know why, maybe it was the wine, but his little jealousy-induced hissy sent me into a giggling fit.
I quickly found myself lifted and dropped onto his bed, his hands at my waist. “You find this funny, huh?”
I tried to scooch away from him, nodding as I continued to laugh uncontrollably.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped as his hands left my waist and moved under my cami to cup a breast.
I arched into his hand as he pushed up my clothing, bra and all, and drew one nipple into his mouth, then the other. How he did it, I have no frickin’ clue, but he removed the top half of my clothing faster than I was ready for. He tugged off his cut and shirt and then he was back to laving attention on my breasts again.
The feeling of his smooth chest against mine was delicious. I’d messed around with a couple of high school boyfriends a few times, but no one this muscular, and then there was Steven who was more fuzzy teddy bear than hot biker sex machine. God, Austin was irresistible.
He moved his mouth from my breasts to my lips as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. His hand slid inside, under the band of my panties, and between my legs. I squirmed at his touch, his thumb sliding to my clit.
“Soaked,” he whispered against my lips.
I nodded, my breath coming in short bursts.
He grinned and slipped two fingers inside of me. “Beautiful.”
I stroked his cheek as he intensified the pressure. “Back atya.”
I was just about to come when a banging at his door had him yanking his hand away from me and sitting up while I whimpered in frustration.
“What?” Austin demanded.
“Booker, Prez needs you,” Mack called.
“Can it wait?” he bellowed.
“No.”
“Fuck,” he grumbled. “Gimme a minute,” he called, climbing off the mattress and heading to his bathroom.
