4. Hawke
Hawke
T he hands of the two women I’m currently with touch me everywhere. My mother likes to say I have ADHD, but I like to say I have charisma. We agree to disagree on many things, but my stamina is not one of them. Not that I discuss that with my mother, of course.
“Hawke,” one of them says before her lips wrap around my cock.
Fuck .
She takes me as far as she can as the other one grabs my hand and places it on her tit. I can’t help myself as I reach forward and pull her closer so I can play with her cunt. The one on my cock gags as I thrust my hips up.
“Hawke.” I look to the redhead, whose pussy is currently taking my fingers very well, just as the door bursts open.
Eli comes to an immediate stop and gives me an unimpressed look, and my brother almost crashes into him from behind. Neither of them appears surprised at what they see.
“Fucking hell, Hawke. Really? Here?” Eli grumbles as he enters his office. But I’m so close. I fixate on the blonde positioned on her knees in front of me as I slide my fingers out of the redhead’s pussy and put them in my mouth. We’ve been at it for thirty minutes now, and I need to blow.
She scrapes her teeth lightly over my cock. It’s not how I told her I like it, but it’s enough to get me over the edge as I slam my cock into the back of her throat and come. I grunt as I jerk into her. Finally , I thought I was never going to come.
That’s when I look back up at Eli and Ford, who are looking elsewhere, and I smirk. It’s not the first time they’ve walked in on me having sex, and it won’t be the last. I don’t know why everyone gets weird around fucking. It’s literally one of our most instinctual acts. And my personal favorite.
“You were late, and I was bored,” I say, smiling as I look over at the woman who is putting her dress back on and trying not to smile.
As for Eli’s newest employee, I look down on her, stroking her cheek as she swallows like a good girl.
When she pulls away, she wipes her mouth.
She has the same look that most women I fuck have—one of disbelief that they just did that.
The question is whether she should be coy or impressed.
Perhaps her boss walking in on her isn’t ideal, so I say, “Don’t worry about him, he’s usually a grumpy ass anyway. ”
She tries to hide the smile as she gets up from her knees.
“Get back to work,” Eli growls as he sits at his desk where I was leaning while getting sucked off.
He doesn’t even look at the women. Lord forbid this pussy-whipped fucker looks at anyone but his wife.
Ford follows him like a shadow, which is not that surprising, and he also ignores the women who are quick to vacate the room.
I tuck my cock back into my pants. These two are all loved up, and they reprimand me for still getting mine where I can just because I’m not a love-sick fool and prefer variety.
Eli pours himself a whiskey on ice. He doesn’t offer Ford one because Ford doesn’t drink, but I accept the fine whiskey, having acquired an expensive taste since working for Eli.
With that said, I’ll just as easily drink from a cheap bottle, too.
Ford and I practically raised ourselves on the streets, so I’m still in the habit of being able to stomach anything.
“Have the preparations been finalized for Dutton’s party?” Eli asks, looking over some paperwork.
Ford and I stand across from him.
“Yes,” I reply.
Throwing a party in his club isn’t exactly hard for someone like me. However, I would’ve much preferred it if we’d thrown it at Dutton’s gentlemen’s club. It’s been one of my favorite spots since he took over.
Lucy’s, which is the club Eli owns and where his main office is, is where we’ll be hosting this year. It was a wonderful surprise when I showed up today to find a new employee among the staff. And, of course, I had to approve them.
“Do we even want to look at the guest list?” Ford asks me.
I smirk. “You put me in charge of it for a reason, right? Party, party,” I say, and he rolls his eyes.
The thing with Dutton is he prefers lowkey, which is precisely why the entire club will be packed.
Yes, the public can line up to come in, but I’ve sent an invite to everyone and anyone we know. It’s going to be a good fucking night.
The club has been staged differently, with decorations, extra security, and the booths completely blocked for our more intimate group only.
Eli takes another sip of his drink. “Everything seems to be going smoothly this month,” he says, almost bored. When Eli first officially took over from his father, Crue Monti, a dull day was rare.
People initially tested boundaries with Eli, and met with him directly or us in his stead.
Either way, it was never pleasant. Hits were made, even from his wife, Jewel, and we’d dealt with multiple shifts in our dealings and new contracts, so with all that happening, it’s fair to say we were more on edge during that time.
In our line of work, a quiet day is like the calm before a storm.
I credit Eli, though, for how quickly he resolves issues, often by torture and death.
He’s lethal. If someone’s caught in his web, they don’t usually walk away alive.
He’s also spending more time with Jewel, which means, by default, we’re not with him as much, and I’m becoming bored.
No one to hunt, to kill, to even intimidate a tiny bit.
My only outlets are the gym, partying, and sex.
As for tonight… I’ve already gone to the gym today, so it’s time to do my two other favorite things. And, yes, I realize I’ve already blown my load once today, but you can never have too much sex, right?