36. Hawke
Hawke
E li is pissed at me. I didn’t purposely show his wife my cock.
She was just standing there when I was trying to calmly explain how it wouldn’t go down.
And I felt like I wasn’t explaining it well enough, so I had to show them the issue.
I figured once they saw it, they would fully understand.
Instead, I got a punch to the jaw and a gun to my temple, attached with Eli’s warning that if I ever do that again, next time, he’ll chop my dick off.
Eventually, they called the private doc, and he sorted me out with some strong drugs to take so it would go down fully and I could finally fucking sleep. But I’m certain it’s Eli scaring the life out of me that had Hawke Junior eventually shriveling.
The meds the doc gave me knocked me out cold, and it’s the only decent night’s sleep I’ve had unless I’m in Ivy’s bed, and she rarely lets me sleep over.
My wrist is still sore from all the jerking off I had to do.
I felt like a teenage boy all over again, discovering his own penis.
Nothing I did fucking made it go down. And Ford was fucking useless.
All he did was laugh. He laughed so much that I told him to fuck himself and came back to my house to sleep instead of staying at his.
Naturally, I grumbled my complaint the whole time until I fell asleep.
“Hawke.” I turn over in my bed and make sure the covers are pulled up before my mother pushes my bedroom door open. My father stands behind her, trying to hide his smirk. “You’re still in bed?”
“I didn’t get any sleep last night,” I mumble, still pissed off. She walks over to the blinds and pulls them open, letting the sunshine in as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“That’s what happens when you stupidly take Viagra.”
I squint at her and then glance at my father. “Who told you?” I ask, groaning and rolling over to the other side of my bed. Fuck those guys; I went to them for help. The only one who actually tried to help me was Ivy.
Hawke Junior twitches at the thought of all the positions I had her in.
Nope. Not happening. I am not getting a hard-on while my mother is standing in the same room.
“You should know everything finds its way back to me.” She smiles and sits at the end of the bed.
“Now, do you want to talk about it?” she asks in her slight Russian accent.
What the fuck is this, some kind of intervention?
Is she actually trying to be… motherly? Or is she pranking me?
My father laughs from the door, but neither of us pays him any attention.
“No, Mother, I do not wish to talk about my cock with you.”
She clicks her tongue. “Not that. Why you took it.” She raises a perfect brow at me. “Is everything okay?”
I groan, putting the pillow over my face.
Why did I take it? Why do I do anything?
It’s just my fucking personality to try new things and not think about the consequences.
But this time, I definitely should’ve thought about the consequences of my actions because my penis paid for it.
Looking back now, I probably should’ve only taken one.
I have no issues in the bedroom, but I felt like I needed to impress Ivy even more, so when she did actually come over, and thank fuck she did agree, I thought it would be fucking incredible. And it was… until it wasn’t.
Why did I feel the need to impress her? Well, because she’s a lot like me. And she knows what she wants and what she likes. It’s one of the many reasons I’m enchanted by her, which isn’t surprising once you get to know her. But I’m not sharing any of that with my parents.
“Because I wanted to have fun. Now, Mother, if you would kindly leave so I can go back to sleep, that would be amazing.” She looks past me and to where River stands at the door.
“We didn’t just come for that. We wanted to check up on you. We were advised you weren’t partying as much, and you got messy on the last guy you killed in the hospital.”
I stare at them. “Are you… worried about me?”
“Of course we are. We’re your parents,” my mother says as if it’s obvious. “Besides, you’re the one I worry about the most since you do things and then think after the fact. You’ve just been slightly different since the incident with your brother, so we wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
I think I’ve been staring for too long. My mother does not have heart-to-heart conversations. I mean, I’m certain she has a heart, but only for my father. And I know she cares about me and Ford, but she has peculiar ways of showing it. Playing therapist isn’t one of them.
“I’m okay,” I finally say, still looking between them skeptically. “Really, I just did a stupid thing.”
My mother perks up with that, taking it as answer enough to remove herself from what is most likely the most uncomfortable motherly role she’s taken.
“Also, we’ll be hosting an opening for one of your father’s new restaurants. Make sure you’re there. Oh, and I’ve invited Ivy Walker.”
My jaw drops as I realize that’s most likely the reason she’s here. “Mom, that is so not cool, inviting her without me asking her directly!”
“Why? We’ve known the Walker family for years.
Is there a particular reason I shouldn’t have asked her?
” she asks with a knowing smirk. I open my mouth and then close it.
I swear this woman put a tracking device in our skin somewhere when we were teens.
How she finds out everything is baffling.
“Make sure you don’t scare that one off.
I’m rather fond of her,” she says before stepping out of my room.
My father hovers at the door with a smirk, always impressed by how our mother puts us in our place.
“Call us if you need us, even if it’s that issue…
” he says, waving a hand toward my crotch.
I nod, but I know deep down inside I would never have fucking called them for that.
Who calls their mother to say their fucking cock is hard as a rock, and they can’t get it down because they stupidly took Viagra? Not fucking me, that’s for sure.
A text message appears on my screen, and I jump out of bed as Ford relays a time and place.
Looks like Ivy has herself a date.