"Who is that?" I growled at her, fully prepared to take out the nutcase.
"Your brothers!" she yelled at me.
I blinked. "Oh, hell no." I pulled on my boots and ran outside just in time to see two motorcycles race down the street toward the café.
"Stop," I said, stepping out into the street in front of them.
Hazel screamed. The motorcycles screeched to a halt inches from me. I shook my head.
Eli took off his helmet. "Bro," he said.
"Don't bro me!" I yelled at my younger brothers. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Dude, you're like really harsh right now," Eli said.
"You sound like Mace," Tristan said, pushing up the visor on his helmet.
"This happens all the time," Hazel yelled, waving her arms. "All hours of the night." I could tell she was furious, and honestly, so was I.
"You're going to be hit by the train," I warned them. "It drives right down this street."
Eli scoffed, "This is a Bugatti. It can outrun a train."
"No," I ordered. "No one is going to outrace the train. Stop riding around. Walk those bikes back to the garage and go to sleep. You work for me now. I am the CEO of Greyson Hotel Group, and you need to be well rested tomorrow."
"Now you really sound like Mace," Eli complained.
"Yeah, and honestly I'm starting to have a little more sympathy for him, which is not something I ever wanted to say, and now you made me say it, so you are doubly on my shit list!"
Eli looked between me and Hazel. He waggled his eyebrows and opened his mouth to make an inappropriate comment.
"Don't," I told him. "Don't you dare."
I watched my brothers walk their bikes down the street. When I was sure they weren't going to jump back on, I turned back to Hazel. "If they bother you anymore, let me know."
Hazel was standing in the café doorway, barefoot, her hair in messy waves around her face, her arms crossed over her white shirt to hide the fact she was braless underneath. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to feel her tits, feel the hot wet heat between her legs. Her eyes were dark as I walked over to her. She stepped back until she bumped into a table.
"Turn around," I whispered.
"Someone could see!" she protested, but I could see she was excited.
"It's dark inside. Besides, this will be fast and dirty," I whispered into her ear. She bit her lip. I could tell she was wavering. The lust was clear in her eyes. I trailed a hand up her thigh to the heat between her legs.
"You're wet just thinking about me bending you over and fucking you."
Her breath hitched slightly. I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, then moved down to suck her tits through the thin fabric. She moaned softly, her fingers carding through my hair. I kissed down. Her legs trembled as I pushed up the fabric to lick her slit.
"That feels so good," she moaned, her head tipped back.
I unzipped my pants and rolled on a condom. Hazel's chest rose and fell rapidly.
"Still on the fence?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck me," she moaned. It made me so hard. I turned her around, pulling down her panties, then pushed inside of her.
"You feel so good," I groaned. As I thrust into her, she whimpered, bracing herself on the little café table. "Your pussy is so hot and wet," I said in her ear as I kept up the fast pace. Her back arched, and Hazel moaned as my hand gripped her hip as I fucked her. I played with her tits, kissing her neck, my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
Her breath came out in little high-pitched pants as I thrust into her. My hand went down to stroke her clit, and she gasped. Her legs trembled, and she leaned completely over the table, spreading her legs wider.
