I grabbed Hazel by the arm after the meeting was over. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked her softly.
"No," she said, looking up at me through her lashes. "I just really want you. It was a little overwhelming."
The breathless way she said it, the honestly in her face, was too much. I leaned over and kissed her, pressed her back against the door. I felt myself growing hard, listening to her whimper. Her hand tangled in my hair as I nuzzled her tits, feeling her rock-hard nipples through her shirt. I let my hand drift down under her skirt to press between her legs. Her panties were wet, and it was all I could do not to turn her around and bend her over the table.
She pushed me off and visibly swallowed. "Someone might come in," she said. Her eyes were dilated, and I could smell the hint of lust wafting off of her.
"I don't care," I whispered, running my hands under her shirt to cup her tits. "I want you, Hazel," I whispered in her ear. She moaned and strained against me. Before we could go any further, we heard yelling, and Hazel pushed me off and ran to the window.
27
Hazel
Acrowd was gathered in the square outside city hall.
"What's going on?" I asked, peering out the window, trying to see.
"I don't know. Isn't there anything more important?" Archer asked. I was satisfied to see that the normally self-composed man seemed like he was losing a bit of control.
"Aren't you curious?" I teased as he followed me out of the room.
"Not that curious," he said, his hand on the small of my back. But he snapped his attention to the crowd as soon as we walked outside into the sunshine.
"Are those your brothers?" I asked. Archer's younger brothers were milling around. A dark-green bus was parked on the street. I waved to Remy. Archer and I followed the yelling. My sister Meg and his brother Hunter were going at it.
"They aren't allowed to sell food items without a permit," Meg was saying.
"It's a popsicle stand run by children, Meghan. Be reasonable," Hunter replied. "Oh, wait, I forgot. You're totally incapable of that when it comes to my family. You just can't help but be petty."
My sister, like me, tended to be on the shorter, wider side. And Hunter, with his height and broad shoulders, loomed over her. I was nervous for a second.
"He's not going to hurt her, is he?" I asked Archer uncertainly. Archer's face went dark, and he strode over to Hunter. I trotted after him.
"Stop it, Hunter," Archer snarled at his brother, grabbing his shoulder.
"She can't just run this town like her own personal kingdom," Hunter said, shaking off Archer.
"I'm not doing it to be arbitrary," Meg said. "It's the law."
Ida walked up, her phone out, filming us.
Hunter turned to the camera. "As you can see, the town of Harrogate is letting idiocy reign over common sense. No one should have a problem if innocent children are trying to sell wholesome homemade popsicles on such a hot day."
"You're trying to shut down the boys' popsicle stand?" Ida asked Meg in shock.
My sister scowled. "You don't know how clean their kitchen is. They could make people sick. I'm not banning them—they need a permit."
Susie, one of the police officers, showed up, followed shortly by Mace.
"This is getting out of hand," I muttered to Archer.
"Mr. Svensson," Susie said, her voice carrying over the din. "What is going on?"
"They need a permit to operate a food truck," Meg said.
"It's not a food truck," Hunter retorted. "You're just doing this to mess with me."
"They do need a permit," Susie said firmly. "Go talk to the health department."
