My eyes widened as he crushed my mouth under his but I closed them a moment later when his tongue pushed through the seam of my lips. The kiss was hot and frenzied, like Vigo, and I sank into the wet heat of his mouth, all too willing to be enveloped by his chaos.
Then he pulled away, removing my hands from around his neck, and I was surprised to see a cold light burn in his eyes. “No.”
“No?” I’d completely lost my train of thought.
“You don’t get a say in how it all goes down. But trust me when I say that waiting will make it even better for you.”
I was trembling when he walked away. And now it wasn’t fear of the Hawks that had me scared — it was my own dark desires, and the very real possibility that I didn’t know myself at all.
22
HAWK
I shiftedin the front seat of the Ford Explorer and silently cursed the rental-car company. Vigo’s car was a million times more comfortable than the Explorer and almost as big, but it would’ve been foolish to bring the bright orange G-Wagon on today’s errand.
“He’s been in there awhile,” Vigo said, watching the small regional bank through the windshield.
“He’s being careful.”
“How long do you think?” Vigo asked.
He didn’t need to be more specific for me to know what he was talking about. After five years of living, working, and fucking together, our communication was often wordless.
“A couple of weeks,” I said. “We’ll need at least one more recon mission, and I want more time with the scanner to see what kind of presence the locals have.”
The bank was almost two hours from Blackwell Falls because we didn’t shit where we ate, and that meant not robbing banks — or jewelry stores or anything else — where we ate either.
I liked to log a lot of time with our targets before we made a move, liked to be sure where the cameras were inside and out,how many employees worked every day so we could account for the ones in the back when we went in through the front.
And listening to the scanners was important too. It told us whether the local police made regular drive-bys of the bank, and if so, how often.
All of it worked together to help us time and plan our hit, and after four successful years raking in money from semi-local banks and retail outlets, I wasn’t about to deviate from our methods now.
Jagger and Vigo let me take point on the planning on account of my background with the Feds. I’d been too much of a wild card for it to be a good fit — much to the disappointment of my family — but I’d learned enough about law enforcement to make the two years I’d spent there worth my while.
Vigo stretched. “A couple of weeks is good. We have our little mouse to keep us busy.”
My dick stirred at the thought of Cassie: her long copper-colored hair, green eyes that made me feel like I was swimming through one of the springs hidden up on the mountain, and untouched curves that made me want to stake my claim.
She was living in our house now, and while I’d never admit it, not even to Vigo and Jagger, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It had taken an act of Herculean will not to let myself into her bedroom, be the first to drive into her virgin pussy.
She’d spent the last two days hiding from us, hurrying in and out of the kitchen at odd hours (obviously hoping to avoid us), then disappearing into her room like a death-row prisoner hoping the warden had forgotten they were next.
Normally we wouldn’t allow it. We would want to start playing right away, like kids on Christmas who couldn’t wait to tear open the box on a new toy.
But we’d been giving her space to settle in by some kind of unspoken agreement, like Vigo and Jagger were as off balance as I was.
I told myself it was just because she was Bram’s sister. It made sense. The Bram connection complicated things, and the Hunt wasn’t supposed to be complicated.
“We’re going to have to decide,” Vigo said, pulling me from my thoughts.
I must have been off my game because I had no idea what he was talking about. “Decide what?”
“Who’s going to be the first to fuck her.”
I tamped down the possessive fury that rose in my veins. Jagger, Vigo, and I didn’t do jealousy, and we definitely didn’t do jealousy with each other. I’d watched them eat a girl’s pussy while I fucked her in the ass, had watched a girl blow them while I’d played with her cunt.
And I’d never — not once — felt the urge to keep a girl to myself.
