19. Hawk
19
HAWK
I hit Sinners’ doorbell at least four times before I realized nobody was answering it. I stopped the incessant ringing that had really only been to antagonize Chaos. I’d figured he’d come to the door scowling, giving me that look that was so fucking hot it just encouraged further torment. But when me repeatedly playing the too-cheerful doorbell music didn’t have the effect of summoning the chef I wanted to badger some more, a kernel of worry lit up inside me.
I peered through the glass, only able to see the front dining area. Everything seemed fine, nothing out of place. But no movement either.
“Kara! Are you and shit for brains in there?” I rattled the doors, but the locks held.
A crash from somewhere deep in the building came, and my worry started up in earnest. “Kara!”
I took a few steps back, contemplating throwing a rock through the front window. But if everything was fine and they’d just stepped out for a smoke or something, Chaos would probably be pretty damn pissed off I’d messed up his window when he was only a few days out from opening the place. It wasn’t like Providence was a big town. Getting tradespeople in to fix something in a timely manner wasn’t always possible.
Though Luca fucking Guerra probably had connections he could just snap his fingers at. Which only irritated me all the more.
Calling Chaos every name under the sun, I jogged around to the back, finding a rear entrance that only had a simple lock I picked in under thirty seconds.
My old man hadn’t taught me much in life, but he’d been a damn good thief, and picking locks had been his specialty.
Of course, that had been a whole lot easier in his day, back when nobody had state-of-the-art security systems like they did these days in Providence.
I half expected one such alarm to start blaring, but all I found was a security door that had been left open. Chaos’s truck was still in the parking lot, so unless they’d gone for some sort of romantic stroll around town, they had to be here somewhere.
The thought of them walking around holding hands had me wanting to murder someone.
Only more so when I followed the hallway straight into a dead end…with a motherfucking dildo wall.
I cocked my head, staring at the array of knee-to-waist-height dildos attached to the drywall. “What sort of porno Narnia did I just walk into?” I glanced back over my shoulder just to check I could still see the door that led to the parking lot. Not having anywhere else to go, I went back there and tried the hallway that led in the opposite direction.
My eyes widened as I wandered the dark hallways filled with sex toys and leather benches and—I stared at the huge spa. “Oh, ew. You kinky fucking asshole. You gonna let people fuck in that thing and have their spoof just floating around in it for anyone to get all coated in? Do you have any idea how many germs these things hold in the first place? Let alone when you let people do… that.” I gagged, skin crawling at how damn unhygienic a spa in a sex club would be.
Their chlorine bill was going to be through the roof.
“Sex maze,” I muttered, turning around at another dead end, this one fully walled with mirrors so you could fuck and check yourself out at the same time, I supposed. “You built a motherfucking sex maze. Unbelievable.” Every corner revealed new setups for various kinks, and by the time I made it out the other side, I was vaguely turned on.
That only pissed me off more.
Psychos was my club. I might not have had a stake in the ownership like Bliss and Nash did, but they were my people, so Psychos was too.
I didn’t want to be intrigued by whatever fuckface and Luca Guerra were doing over here.
Cranky I already knew a sex maze was going to draw interest and provide competition to Psychos, I slammed my way through a heavy wooden door and found myself outside the bathrooms, the kitchen through the next doorway and a complete fucking mess.
I peered around at everything sitting on the countertops, meat sweating, just waiting to give someone food poisoning. “What kind of a fucking chef leaves everything sitting out like this and goes strolling around town?” I poked at a steak the size of my head. It was probably a one-hundred-dollar cut of meat that was now warm to the touch and most definitely ruined unless you wanted to be sitting on the shitter all night. “Criminal.” I picked it up with two fingers and tossed it into the trash.
“Hawk?”
I paused, head swiveling around the room trying to work out where the voice had come from.
“Uh, yeah?”
The pantry door rattled, and Kara’s voice came from the other side. “We’re in here! In the pantry!”
I peered at the door that wasn’t moving, then took a few long strides to yank down on the handle.
Kara and Hayden were on the other side.
Fully dressed but looking guilty as fuck.
I narrowed my eyes at Kara’s messed-up hair and Chaos’s swollen lips. “What is this? Seven minutes in Heaven?” I crinkled my nose. “I thought this was supposed to be a nice restaurant? But you’ve got a kink playground out in back, and the two of you reek of sex. Seven minutes in Heaven, indeed.”
Chaos smirked at me as he passed. “Was more like seventy minutes, but who’s counting?”
Oh, fuck him.
Kara was less smug. She stepped into me, putting her hands on my chest softly. “We were locked in. The handle is broken on the inside.”
I gazed down at her. “So you entertained each other in other ways.”
Her eyes were full of unspoken apologies. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
I sighed. “I’m not.” It was the truth.
Because the thought of them together…in that tiny space…had he fucked her? Licked her pussy? Had she got down on her knees for him the way she did for me?
It should have made me angry, the thought of her with someone else. But all it did was turn me on, because it was him .
Fucking Chaos, walking around the kitchen acting like the cat who got the cream because he’d probably just had my girl bouncing up and down on his cock, her tits in his face.
The room was suddenly so hot and stuffy I couldn’t breathe.
But Kara was still staring at me like she’d committed some sort of mortal sin, and I wasn’t having that. I dropped my head and kissed her lips, trying to fight off the urge to ask if they’d been around Hayden’s dick earlier. “I’m never mad at you, Little Mouse.”
It was impossible to not give her whatever the hell she wanted. I was so stupidly fucking in love with her, she could have had the entire town of Providence lining up to plow her, and if she’d promised me that was what she wanted, then I would have stood there watching, making sure each and every one of them made her come as well as I did before they left.
My dick hardened at the thought, the daydream morphing into a club full of people in that maze. Me, Hayden, and other men, all touching her, worshipping her, making her come over and over again while everyone else watched.
I was fucked in the head. I grabbed her hand and towed her out of the pantry, past Hayden who watched me with the smuggest of grins, like he knew exactly what was going on in my brain.
Fuck him.
“What?” I snapped.
He shrugged. “Nothing. Just minding my own business, cleaning my kitchen.”
“So you fucking should. It’s disgusting. You’re going to poison someone.”
He leaned on the countertop. “You going to come to opening night?”
I stared at him. “Why the fuck would I do that? So I can spend the rest of the night choking on your poisoned meat?”
He winked at me. “My meat ain’t poisoned. I think you’ll find it tastes quite good actually.”
I flipped him the bird, suddenly sure we weren’t talking about steak. “We need to go.”
Kara nodded, gathering up her purse. She paused in front of Hayden, glancing at me like she didn’t know how to act around the two of us in the one room, especially after whatever the two of them had done in that pantry while I was gone.
But he didn’t have any such qualms.
He cupped her face with both hands, tilted it up and claimed her lips, kissing her deep and so passionately I was pretty sure even I felt it in my toes.
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Kara. Romeo can stick his tongue down your throat some other time.”
“Or in your pussy,” Hayden countered, his gaze on me.
Kara slapped him. “Hayden!”
He chuckled. “Sorry. That was for Hawk to think about as he drives you home. Me tongue-fucking you, tasting your sweet juices, fingering you, and licking your clit until you scream my name…”
I had to fight to keep in a groan at the very idea.
He knew it too. Prick.
Something passed in the air between him and me. Something hot and needy that had me shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans so they weren’t strangling the erection growing behind them.
“I really hate you,” I muttered to him, tugging Kara along with me.
He grabbed my arm, hauling me in so quick I hit his chest. We were pretty much the same height, so his gaze was impossible to look away from.
Until it lowered to rest on my lips.
He breathed out slowly, dragging his gaze back up to meet mine, and whispered words meant only for me.
“Except we both know you don’t hate me at all, Hawk. And that when I come to your room tonight, it’s going to be unlocked.”