Chapter 48
Hawk
“And then Sandra told me she couldn’t wait for my submission.” Annie sits on the edge of her seat at my kitchen table. Her plate of pasta has grown cold, but she was so excited when she and Damon arrived. “I still can’t believe it happened.”
She holds her hand out, and it shakes. “I can’t stop trembling.”
Damon takes her hand and kisses the back of it before lowering it to his lap. “Eat your dinner, little devil.”
She smiles at him before finally eating the bite of food on her fork.
“She also pushed Chase into the pool.” Damon smirks.
“He slipped.” She grins and takes another bite. “Who were you talking to?”
Damon glances at her. “Roger Farrell.”
“No way.” Cam leans back in his chair. “I swear my dad would faint if Roger Farrell spoke to me.”
“Who’s Roger Farrell?” Annie asks, glancing at all of us.
“The head coach for the Yale hockey team,” I say. I meet Damon’s gaze. “What did he say?”
“He wants me to come up in a couple weekends. Unofficial visit.” Damon glances at Annie.
She squeezes his hand. “That’s amazing, Damon. It’s a good team?”
“One of the best.” Damon’s smile has an edge to it, like he’s not happy. Annie hasn’t noticed, but Cam glances at me, and I give him a small nod that I’ve seen it too. We’ll let it go for now.
He told us about Chase. The coward hadn’t told his parents about their breakup, so Annie played along to get introduced to the right people. But she probably would have met them without playing along. Chase threatened to tell her mom though.
Cam should have punctured two tires.
I don’t want to rain on Annie’s parade, but this needs to be fixed. “You need to tell your mom about Chase, Annie.”
She looks up at me with wary eyes and sighs. “I know.”
“If you’re worried about being single, just say you’re dating me or Cam. Or me and Cam.” I smirk. “It’s not a lie. If you don’t, Chase will keep finding ways to use you.”
“I know.” She sets down her fork and stares at her cold pasta. “But what if she makes me change rooms?”
“Then you can still come to my room at night, little devil.” Damon puts their hands on the table.
She bites her lip like she can’t decide.
“We can figure that out after the movie.” Cam nudges her plate. “Eat, goody. It’s not like the special effects are going to make you hurl.”
The first movie from the list Annie picked is Poltergeist. She wanted to make it a haunting-type weekend.
Annie picks up her fork and spears a few vegetables. “I do want to tell my mom what’s happening in my life.” She glances up at each of us. “I just don’t like leaving any of you out. I love you, and I’m not ashamed of that. But I don’t know what my mom would do if she found out about Damon and me.”
“She won’t take you away from me.” Damon’s voice is determined.
“You don’t know that.” Annie shivers. “The only place that always has availability on short notice is that apartment complex Jackson lived at. I don’t know if he’s still there, but I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to be afraid.”
“You won’t have to.” Damon blows out a breath. “She doesn’t get to control your life.”
Annie laughs bitterly. “Yes, she does. That’s how I ended up in the bedroom next to yours.”
“Just say you’re my girlfriend.” I sit in the chair next to her.
Her stormy eyes meet mine.
“We have a good story.” I glance at her fork meaningfully, and she takes the bite. “You’re the director. I’m the actor you didn’t see coming. We fell in love on stage. Easy.”
“Probably better than you blackmailed her into sucking your dick.” Cam grins and runs his hand through his hair.
Annie sticks her tongue out at him, and his smile grows.
“Personally, I think we could have found something sexier on that list of movies.” Cam winks.
“I don’t think Nightmare on Elm Street will be particularly steamy.” Damon’s tone is flat as he arches an eyebrow at Cam.
Annie continues to eat as we argue over whether Friday the Thirteenth is sexier than Nightmare. She laughs a few times at our reasoning. When she finishes eating, I take her hand and lead her through my house.
We haven’t really explored it much since we tend to stick to the bedroom. Her gaze bounces around at the artwork, molding, wallpaper, and statues. It’s a little over the top, like my parents.
She pauses in front of a painting of a naked woman. It’s one of the more tasteful pieces. She glances at me like she’s trying to decide how to ask me something.
“Go on, baby girl. Ask your question.”
She looks from me to the painting, and back again. “Did you grow up with all this… art?”
Cam chuckles. “It’s the best thing about Hawk’s house.”
“It’s tastefully done,” I insist. “But to answer your question, yes. My parents are collectors. My house has always had a few more naked people than most.”
She nods. “Is that what you like?”
“Are you asking if I want a house full of nudes in the future, baby girl?” I guide her toward the movie theater.
“I don’t know if that’s the sort of thing you like or expect.” She shrugs as I open the double doors, and she steps into the theater. When the dim lights come on, she gapes at the size of the screen. The rows of leather recliners. The smell of fresh popcorn.
“Holy shit! I’m never leaving this room.” She pulls away and walks all the way to the front before turning back with a wicked smile. “You guys have watched porn in here, haven’t you?”
“We could watch you fucking us in here if you want,” Damon pulls her against him. “You could fuck me while we watch.”
Annie swallows. “We’re supposed to watch Poltergeist.”
She wants to watch us fucking her though. I smirk.
“We can do both.” I pick up the remote and cue up the movie. “Do you want to be satisfied before or after watching the movie?”
Annie raises an eyebrow and looks at all of us. “Both?”
Damon chuckles. He tosses me his phone as Cam goes to lock the doors, just in case. My parents have been MIA, but they show up from time to time. Usually at inconvenient times, like when I have my girl naked in my movie theater, needing my cock.
“These are completely unedited.” Damon lifts her shirt off before grabbing the waistband of the little skirt she wore for us and pulling her into him. “Very amateur until you edit them.”
“I told you before, I’m not editing your blackmail videos.”
Damon tsks as I pull up the file on his phone and cast it to the big screen.
“I don’t need to blackmail you to be mine, Evan.” Damon drags his finger along the lacy edge of her bra as she sucks in a breath. “You’ll give it to me even if I erase all the videos.”
Her lips part as Cam closes in on her back. He reaches under her skirt and drags her panties down her legs.
“You’ll do anything to have one of our thick cocks buried in your cunt. Won’t you, goody?” Cam kisses her shoulder, and she releases a little whimper that makes my hard cock throb.
I move down the center aisle and take a seat in a recliner toward the middle. There’s a collection of videos on Damon’s phone. His private server we have access to. I click on the night Cam took Annie’s ass for the first time.
The sound of ragged breathing fills the room as Damon leads Annie to the chair beside mine. Cam sits on my other side.
“I want you to watch while you fuck my cock.” Damon sits down.
Annie stands in front of him with just her skirt and bra on. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her eyes dart up to the video playing. Her fingers touch her lips, and she presses her thighs together.
“Are you dripping, baby girl?” I undo my pants and release my cock.
Her eyes catch on the movement of my hand stroking my dick. She wets her lips.
“So wet.” Her voice is low, and she clutches the hem of her skirt.
“Lean against the back of the chair and show us.” I gesture to the chair in front of me.
She faces the big screen and spreads her feet to either side of mine before leaning her arms and chest against the back of the chair, presenting her ass to me.
“Lift your skirt for me, baby girl.” I stroke my cock at the glimpse of her wet pussy shining before me.
She drags the hem of her skirt up to rest on her waist, exposing her pussy and ass to me.
“Fuck.” Cam squeezes his cock in the chair next to me.
She whimpers and her pussy clenches in front of me, aching for a cock to fill it. I glance up at the screen she’s watching. In the video, the light is on in the bedroom at this point, and she’s lowering that sweet ass down on Cam’s cock, inch by inch. My cock weeps at the sight.
I lean forward and press my lips against her pussy.
“Hawk.” She pushes back against me.
“So needy.” I grab her hips and swipe my tongue up her slit. She moans almost as loud as she does on screen. “Do you like watching yourself get fucked?”
“Make me come, please. I want it. I need it.” Her hips try to rock in my hands.
“Oh, baby girl, I’m going to make you come so hard and then you’re going to fuck all of us with that sweet, tight pussy until you’re dripping with our cum. Then you’re going to sit on our cocks while we watch your movie. Moving between us after we come again.”
She shivers, and I catch her wetness on my tongue, swallowing the sweet taste of her.
“Do you want that?” I ask and slide my tongue along her slit before pausing at her entrance.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, Hawk.”
I grin against her pussy and then fulfill my promise.