6. Hawke
Hawke
A vision in fucking pink, that’s exactly what she is.
She has curves for days that can hypnotize any man.
The way she moves, the way she dances. Fuck, the way she dances.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her on the dance floor, even with another woman in my arms. That’s the hold Ivy has over men, and I’m but a mere mortal.
Hours of drinking and the countdowns begin.
I wanted to give this party a theme of resetting, and have a countdown at midnight so everyone has a reason to take another shot and make out.
And I love the way it makes the birthday boy uncomfortable.
He’s used to controlling everything, but he certainly doesn’t seem to be complaining as Posie grinds against him.
He whispers something in her ear, and she giggles.
And in the next minute, they can’t be found.
Billie and Ford came back for a little bit but have once again disappeared.
I swear, my brother’s new addiction would concern me if I didn’t see the way Billie looks at him.
I was in denial about the two of them when I first caught them in the act.
I didn’t want my brother to get hurt or for me to be forgotten on the wayside.
I’m a selfish prick, I know that, and it seems ever since that day he got poisoned…
I throw back another drink. No matter how much I try to block out that day and the all-consuming grief around it, it repeatedly bubbles up. It doesn’t matter how much I drink or how much sex I have. None of it is enough to push away the demons from that day.
I hear Ivy’s laughter before I see her, which snaps me out of my depressing thoughts.
I haven’t opened up to anyone about that day I found Ford and Billie in the bunker, my brother fighting for his life.
I haven’t expressed that the dead, staring eyes of the woman I put a bullet in as she tried to escape the scene after attempting to kill him still haunt me.
We vowed never to hurt women.
And yet I had.
I follow Ivy’s laughter from the bottom of the stairs back to the VIP area as it inevitably brings me back from those harrowing thoughts. They don’t often appear when I’m out partying, but sometimes, like tonight, they do.
The woman I’ve been making out with all night went to join her friends for a bit. I could’ve taken her back to my place hours ago, but I didn’t, choosing to stay here instead.
My eye twitches as I spot the detective with my cousin, Hope, perched on his lap. I don’t like him. He pisses me off… much in the same way I piss other people off, I suppose. But he makes her happy, supposedly, but the moment he hurts her, I’ll happily break his legs.
Ivy goes to stand, but I block her path.
She opens her mouth to curse, but when she notices it’s me, she looks away.
I push farther into her space so she can’t focus on anyone but me.
I can’t help but tease her. Lately, she feels like the only one left who wants to have fun. And that’s what I need right now.
When she looks up at me, those gorgeous blue eyes find mine, and I can’t help but reach out and place a finger under her chin. I can tell the others are watching our interaction, but I don’t care much for what anyone thinks. Ivy scowls at me, and the disapproving glare makes my cock twitch.
“Why so sour, lover?” She hates it when I call her that, and I love it.
She is by far the best I’ve ever fucked, and the only one I would gladly keep going back to.
Over and over again. Not that she’s ever given me the chance.
“You sure did give me a show.” I wink at her.
“When you were rubbing up on him, did you think of me?”
She places her hand on mine and smiles. That vicious little tug of her lips is more enticing than it should be to any sane man. Which I am certainly not. “Not much to think about is there?” she replies, staring directly at my cock.
I rub my thumb against her bottom lip contemplatively. She’s at the perfect height to blow me, and her eyes dance with mischief as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “You didn’t deny it, so I guess that was a yes.”
“Eww, not in front of me,” Hope squawks, and I laugh as I give Ivy space.
“Like you’re one to talk, little red,” I say as I sit across from Ivy and glare at Braxton. The fucker has the audacity to smirk at me as his hand slips under my cousin’s top.
“I’m surprised they’ve left you unwatched,” I growl at him, and Hope reprimands me immediately. I put my hands up in defense. How the fuck am I the bad guy for looking out for her?
“I could say the same for you,” Braxton retorts. I feel my left eye twitch. I want to kill this fucker.
“Stop. Both of you,” Hope says, exasperated. “Braxton, let’s go get a drink.” She stands up, pulling him with her. We all look at the numerous bottles in front of us, and I smile because it’s obvious she’s making him leave on my account.
That’s when I notice Eli coming up the stairs. He’s staring at Braxton the same way I am. Though he might be a dirty cop, it’ll take me a lifetime to trust him, even if my cousin loves him.
“He’s a smartass,” I tell Eli as he taps me on the shoulder.
“Probably why you two get along,” he replies. “My wife has decided she wants to make a mess of my back, and because I don’t want to bleed all over my office, we’re going home.”
“Too much information,” I say quickly. My boss and his wife have some blood kink. I ain’t judging, but I’m not saying I want to walk in on it either.
I nod, and his gaze bounces from Ivy and then back to me before he says, “Play nice.” I smirk as I turn to her. She’s looking away, trying to ignore me as she takes a sip of her drink. When Eli’s gone, the silence and tension between us build. I don’t like silence. I also don’t like being alone.
“Lover.” Her gaze slides back my way, and I know she wants to say something, wants to let something slip from those beautiful lips, but she keeps them locked tight. She does this punishing game sometimes, and I love falling into her trap, every time coaxing her frustration out of her.
Moving to the seat next to her, I reach for her, and she comes willingly, sitting right on my lap.
“Going to blame this on the alcohol?” I ask with a smug expression.
I’ve seen Ivy drunk plenty of times, and let’s just say our bodies are a little more honest with one another once the alcohol hits.
My favorite part is when our clothes come off, not that she’s let me take her again.
But that one time was enough to destroy me.
“Do you think you can just touch me whenever you want?” she asks in a seductive voice. Ivy knows too well what she does to me.
“Yes,” I smirk and lean in. “Because you like it.”
She doesn’t deny it but simply hmphs at me as she slides her hand over her short blonde hair, making sure it’s still slicked back. I love the way her hair is styled, how she looks, how she smells. My nostrils flare as I take her in, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile.
“You think you’re so irresistible to women, don’t you?” I arch an eyebrow and look her up and down, making a point that she’s exactly where I want her.
She smiles in that wicked way of hers, and it’s like watching a switch being flipped.
One moment, it’s mean Ivy. The next it’s seductive Ivy, and the latter is the most dangerous version of her because I know she’ll lead me into something before dropping me short of letting me have what I really want. Her.
She grabs my hands and pulls them around her waist as she sizes me up as if she’s about to kiss me. I’m staring at her, almost begging that she does. She starts rocking her ass against my cock, and her smile grows wider.
She knows I would never push her away or turn her down. I’m just a man, after all, and she’s a woman, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Having her on my lap feels right. Sexually, we’re the perfect fit.
Ivy spots my “date” first, and her hips start moving faster. The woman’s eyes go wide. Threesomes aren’t for everyone, but by reputation alone, women know not to get territorial over me. I’m here for a good time, not a long time. And what fascinates me is everyone’s sexual curiosity.
“Come, Hawke wants to tell you something,” Ivy says to her, grinding her hips against my cock, which is standing at attention for her.
Fuck, the weight of her feels good, my mind quickly thinking about her sweet pussy.
I welcome my date with a smile as she steps closer, somewhat unsure of herself.
I encourage Ivy’s hips to move faster. Jesus Christ, the woman knows precisely how to unravel me.
Ivy beckons her to dip closer, and when she does, Ivy whispers into her ear, “He likes it when you flick your tongue on the tip.” I groan.
Not because of her words, but because of what her ass is doing to my fucking cock.
“But don’t expect him to last long,” she bites out with a grin.
I don’t bother to reply, and she’s quick to reach down and grab my cock.
Hard. I groan again, losing any smart-ass comeback.
That’s when Ivy finally looks at me and chirps, “Have fun with your date,” as she stands.
I immediately grab her wrist. I don’t know what it is about Ivy that drives me out of my mind. But it was her laughter that brought me out of the memories and thoughts I was trying to drown out moments ago. And I suddenly don’t want to lose that.
“Stay,” I command.
Her blue eyes narrow, and she almost seems disappointed. “No comment about not lasting long?”
“You know that’s not true,” I growl, more worried about my hardening cock that’s no longer getting any attention.
“That’s a no. Goodnight,” she says with a smirk. She pulls out of my grip, her hips swaying as she walks away.
And I know that was payback for interrupting her date the other night.
Damn, that woman is amazing.