Still swooning from the unexpected kiss, I ran my hand through my hair. “Um, earlier today. But I don’t think dinner’s ready.”
But when I looked behind me, some of the men were sitting at tables with plates of food piled high.
“That’s my cue,” Daisy said. “I better make sure Falcon ate. See you around, Katya.”
Grinning back up at him and those insanely blue eyes, I said, “I guess I lost track of time chatting with Sugar.” I held up my drink. “Who makes the best cocktails I’ve had.”
Hawk pulled out a clip of cash and dropped several bills on the bar. “Thanks for taking care of her. Next time, make sure she eats.”
Sugar stared at the cash, then glanced at Hawk, then at me. “Um, thanks,” she said before she grabbed the money. “Do you need another?” she asked me as she pulled out a non-chilled tumbler and poured Crown Royal halfway up.
Hawk grabbed it, drank it in one swig, then grabbed my hand to urge me off the stool. “Maybe later.”
I left my glass and waved at Sugar as he pulled me away.
We headed outside and he grabbed two plates. “Hold these,” he instructed as we waded down the table and he added food to each.
Once he’d added loads of meat, sides, and bread to each, he grabbed one of the plates, then my hand once it was empty.
But instead of going to the picnic tables or back inside, he led us back to the house.
Chapter 20
Hawk
After dealing with the bullshit at the club then the shitty afternoon Atlanta traffic, all I could think about was my Kitty Kat. I’d hoped she’d already eaten, but since she hadn’t, I got us plates to go that we would have ready for later.
I nearly dragged her back to the house, having to remind myself her stride wasn’t as long as mine. I almost said fuck it to the food so I could scoop her up and just carry her.
It wasn’t food I was hungry for. It was her. The whole ride she consumed my thoughts, and when I pulled back into the clubhouse, I was laser focused on finding her. Not checking in with my officers, not visiting Keys, not even taking a seat at mytable for my normal drink while I watched the crowd. I hadn’t been certain Rooster was still with me until I saw him when we were making our plates.
After making it to the door and entering the code, I shoved it open and grabbed her plate. Her eyes were wide, but she followed me inside. I put the plates on the kitchen counter as she walked toward it.
Hustling to her before she made it, I grabbed her waist and lifted her up. She squealed but smiled as she wrapped her legs around me.
“I’m glad to see you, too,” she said before she dropped her mouth to mine.
Unable to even make it another second, I dropped her feet to the ground, then unbuttoned her pants, shoving them down. She kicked off her flats before I yanked the pants off her ankles.
Pressing her to the wall as I fell to my knees, I dug my face into her sweet cunt and she gasped. I was desperate to bury my cock in her, so I pressed two fingers inside as I lapped over her clit.
Her fingers gripped my hair as they trembled. Grabbing her leg, I threw it over my shoulder and held her hip to keep her steady with my free hand.
“Hawk, shit,” she panted as I sucked and finger fucked her.
My cock was about to explode and I wanted to feel her around me. Undoing my belt and jeans, I continued licking her pussy. “You taste so fucking good, but I need to be inside you.”Once I’d freed my aching hard-on, I stood. With one quick push, I was inside of her, holding her against the wall with her legs around me and my jeans barely hanging on over my ass.
“Aahh,” she moaned loudly.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I paused.
“Don’t stop,” she answered.
Her whole tiny body wrapped around me and I did as she told me. Her slick heat sent me into a frenzy and I pounded her into the wall.
She mewled and moaned as she bounced on my cock. I nipped and licked the soft skin of her neck where the floral shit was the strongest. I was addicted to that space on her neck.
My hands dug into her round hips as I held her, thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy.
