26. Kara
26
KARA
TEN MINUTES EARLIER
H ayden’s food lit up every taste bud in my mouth. The explosion of flavor was like nothing I’d ever tasted before and made me realize exactly how bland and boring my own cooking was.
I’d offered to cook for this man. How embarrassing. My plain boiled potatoes and slow-cooked stews didn’t deserve to call themselves food in the face of this sort of flavor.
But my thoughts drifted away with the fruity pink cocktails I’d been drinking all night, and I moaned, shoveling another mouthful of saucy chicken into my mouth.
Hawk shifted an inch closer, his hand coming to rest on my leg.
I flinched at the unexpected touch, glancing at Grayson, who was eating his meal intently, studying his fish like he might be able to decipher every ingredient used to make it as tasty as it was if he stared at it hard enough.
Hawk leaned in, his lips dragging their way up my neck to my ear. “That’s the noise you make when you come.”
I blinked, sure he’d said that way too loud for Grayson not to hear.
“I think I’m going to leave you to it,” he mumbled, confirming my suspicions. “Maybe go check out the after-party or something.”
His chair scraped along the floor as he pushed it back and stood, dropping his napkin to the table.
I went to say something, but Grayson walked away too quick for me to get a sound out.
“Thought he’d never leave,” Hawk mumbled against my skin.
I elbowed him. “Don’t be mean. You’re the one who invited him here tonight.”
“That was before I saw you in that dress and wished I hadn’t opened my big mouth.”
The dress was one I’d found in the stack of clothes Bliss had donated to me. The old me would have never dared to wear something so…attention-grabbing. But it was a special occasion, and I’d wanted to fit in with the rich women from Providence who had flocked to the restaurant, perhaps because it was the new hot place to be seen…perhaps because they were looking for the spice hidden behind the thick wooden doors down the hallway.
The alcohol swirled inside me pleasantly. I laughed, liking the way Hawk looked at me, the way he touched me, even if he had just made things awkward with Grayson. Every touch of Hawk’s fingertips left warmth in its wake. The music in my ears had my hips swaying unconsciously to the beat. Or maybe that was just my body seeking out his. I glanced toward the hallway where Grayson had disappeared, fighting the building urge inside my body to crawl into Hawk’s lap.
I forced my focus onto something more mundane. Something more appropriate, since we were in public and Grayson could hit those doors, realize what was beyond them, and turn around and walk back out any second now. “Grayson was amazing today, wasn’t he? His stories about the hospital and his patients are so inspiring.”
Hawk continued picking at his food with his right hand, but his left inched beneath the hem of my skirt, sliding its way between my thighs. “Sure. Inspiring. But I don’t want to talk about Grayson anymore. Open for me, Little Mouse.”
I glanced around the room. It was full with people finishing their meals and heading for the party in the back, as well as people streaming in to take their places or bypass dinner altogether in favor of dessert only.
“Not here.” I clenched my thighs together, though if I’d given in to the desire inside me I would have done the complete opposite.
Hawk licked a path up my neck indecently. “Do you remember how Chaos made you come while I watched?”
Oh God. If he started talking about that I already knew where this was going to end up.
“Answer me, Little Mouse.”
His bossy demands melted me until I was a liquid, flowing to him, no way of fighting it. I could never resist him when he used that tone. “Yes.”
“You remember how good it felt? How hard your sweet pussy clenched around his fingers, coating them with your honey?”
He was trying to kill me and bury me all with one dirty sentence. He knew exactly what to say to have my knees weak and me agreeing to anything he wanted me to do.
Not just agreeing. Wanting it as much as he did. “Yes.”
“Let me do it. Let me make you come while others watch.”
My breaths turned into pants at the very thought. My thighs fell apart, admitting him access. “Grayson could come back out and see…”
Hawk pressed a finger to my clit. “Grayson is so fucking hot for you he’s probably gone out to that party to stroke his dick while he thinks about what I’m doing to you in here.”
“What?” I shook my head sharply. “Hawk, stop it. He is not. He’s just a colleague.”
“He wants you on his cock.”
I stared at him. “I don’t believe that. We’re friends.”
Hawk chuckled, stroking the silky fabric of my panties and running his finger beneath the elastic tantalizingly close to my pussy. “Friends don’t think about how wet your pussy is right now.”
I gasped when his finger slipped inside me. “Hawk…” He was pressing all the right buttons. My eyes wanted to flutter closed so I could ride his fingers without the reminder of where I was until I came. Except I couldn’t concentrate. “We have to work with him. You know very well he’s about to get the shock of his life down that hallway and will be back out here in minutes. It’s bad enough he probably just heard you saying I moan when I come.”
Hawk lowered his head so our gazes collided, his eyes studying me while I kept flicking worried glances toward the hallway Grayson had disappeared down.
His breath warmed the side of my neck. “You’re dreaming if you’re thinking he’s too smart and proper to be into what’s going on out there. He’s probably got some woman bent over a table, fucking her pussy without a care in the world.”
The image sent a shudder of desire through my entire body, one I couldn’t control. I clenched around Hawk’s finger, like I did when I came.
Hawk glanced at me in surprise. “What was that, Little Mouse?”
“Nothing,” I breathed. Except I couldn’t get the idea of Grayson just feet away behind a door, his dick heavy and glistening, sliding in and out of another woman’s body.
Hawk stroked my clit with his thumb. “You’re turned on by the idea of him fucking someone.” He said it as if it were fact.
I shook my head. “No.”
But it sounded weak, even to my ears. Embarrassment coursed through me over the lustful thoughts I had no right to be thinking. What was wrong with me? I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I’d thought that was a good thing. But maybe I was taking it too far.
Grayson was a professional man. My colleague. A well-educated doctor. Not someone to think about in that way. Except now the idea had been planted, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. There were so many things he could be doing out there, and I couldn’t stop thinking about any of them.
Hawk’s lips were at my ear. “Your pussy is throbbing like it wants to be the one he’s fucking.”
Slowly, Hawk pulled his finger from inside me.
I opened my eyes in time to watch him press it into his mouth and lick it clean. My nipples pebbled beneath my bra, and my core mourned the loss of his touch. All while throbbing at the thought of where Grayson was, and the dirty images Hawk was filling my head with.
Hawk swallowed the last of the liquid in his drink and put the glass down on the table. “I’m not going to ask, because I know it gets you hot when I just tell you what to do. So stand up, Little Mouse. Stand up and go let him fuck you.”
I snapped my head around, gaze slamming into his. “What? Hawk—”
“Tell me you haven’t just been thinking about him inside you and I’ll take it back.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but we both knew it would have been a lie. If I’d been sober, and we’d been anywhere else, where this music and this club weren’t stripping away my inhibitions, maybe I would have just lied anyway. But with several cocktails’ worth of alcohol in my system, and a heat like nothing I’d ever felt before inside me, I couldn’t bring myself to pretend I hadn’t just been thinking that very thing.
“Why would you want that?” I asked him, not understanding this man at all who flipped from possessive jealousy to wanting another man to have me.
A smile tipped the corner of his too-sexy mouth. “I’m drunk and horny, and I like the idea of watching. Of you fucking him not just because he makes you hot but because I wanted you to.”
He leaned in and kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth and spinning my head even more than the alcohol was.
When he stood and pulled me up from my seat, I didn’t say no. I didn’t even want to. Something inside me breathlessly demanded I follow him down the hallway and past the doors with Sinners engraved deep in the wood.
Hawk handed over two tickets, and the woman at the door pushed it open, admitting us entry to the den of iniquity beyond.
The maze seemed completely different at night, and I gripped Hawk’s hand tightly as he led me to the nearest entrance. The sultry music filled my ears, and my heart pounded to the beat.
Hawk’s fingers trailed along a wall of blindfolds, and he picked one off, tucking it into his pocket with a wink at me. “For later, maybe?”
I didn’t have time to respond because he was leading me deeper into the room, and the things going on in there stole any words I might have wanted to say. A pretty redheaded woman I’d seen in the restaurant earlier was laid out on a padded bench roughly the size of a king-size bed. People surrounded her, two men sucking and licking her breasts, another slow fucking her between her legs. A second woman alternated between licking the first woman’s clit and the man’s erection every time he slid out. All of them were in various stages of undress, the licking woman giving us a flash of her wet pussy as she did her job.
I found myself scanning each man’s face, checking to see if any of them were Grayson, then berating myself because it wasn’t my business what…or who… he was doing in here.
“You want to join them?” Hawk asked in the darkness.
There was a fire burning me from the inside out, but I shook my head quickly, gripping him tighter. He pulled me farther into the maze, past more groups having sex in all sorts of positions. Past women and men on their knees, delivering blow jobs, past a woman on a couch, impaling herself on a thick, black dildo while others watched.
Grayson wasn’t any of them.
I wasn’t sure why that left me feeling slightly disappointed.
Unfulfilled. Unsatisfied.
The fire inside me, fueled by alcohol and Hawk’s dirty words, burned hotter.
“Over there, Little Mouse.” Hawk nodded.
I followed his line of sight.
The gasp that left my body felt so loud I might as well have screamed it.
But Grayson and the woman he was with didn’t seem to notice. He had his back to us, but there was no mistaking the broad set of his shoulders, even though they were now bare of his usual collared shirt. His back rippled with muscle, tapering down to a narrow waist and rounded ass cheeks I couldn’t drag my gaze away from, even though I knew I should.
I forced myself to shake my head. “We should go,” I muttered to Hawk. “He’ll see us. I don’t want this.”
Except I did.
Hawk turned and stepped in front of me, pushing me back against the wall and blocking me in with his arms either side of my head. “Ask him to fuck you.”
Panic rose in me. “I can’t!”
“Why?” Hawk challenged. “You think he won’t drop that woman the second he sees you?”
“Of course he won’t! Look at her!”
I peered past Hawk at the woman laying herself out on the bed, her legs spread wide, Grayson kneeling between them and looming over her. The woman could have just walked off a catwalk in Paris. She was all blond hair, perfect breasts, and long legs. Not a fat roll or stretchmark in sight.
Hawk caught my chin and brought it back so his gaze bored into mine. “Look at her? Little Mouse, look at you .”
His words stole my breath, even though the moment was broken by Grayson’s woman shouting as he entered her.
I gasped, seeing every second of his slow slide out and then back in. The woman moaned, clutching his back, running her nails down his skin.
Undeniable jealousy bubbled up inside me, mixing with heat so hot I thought I would implode. A whimper of need escaped my lips.
Hawk hiked up the hem of my cocktail-length dress and slid his fingers between my legs. I whimpered at the relief his touch brought me and gasped when he yanked my panties down so they were somewhere around my knees.
Two fingers slipped inside me easily. Hawk glanced over his shoulder, watching Grayson having sex and matching the speed of his thrusts with his fingers.
Grayson and the woman were beautiful together. Her legs wrapped around him as they writhed, both of them taking what they needed from each other’s bodies.
Her head tipped back, exposing her long neck, and he fit his mouth there, sucking her and thrusting into her body.
“She doesn’t compare to you,” Hawk murmured in my ear, watching them as much as I was while he pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Nobody does. He just doesn’t know that yet because you haven’t let him see you. He hasn’t had the pleasure of you dripping down his throat, your thighs locking around his head when you come. He hasn’t had you bouncing on his cock while he sucks your tits. If you let him see you like you let me, he’d be on his knees in front of you right now, worshipping your pussy the way I can’t wait to get you home to do.”
“Yes.” I wasn’t exactly sure of what I was agreeing to. Maybe it was the idea of leaving this place, getting back to somewhere I felt comfortable, and letting Hawk make good on every dirty promise he’d made tonight.
Maybe it was the idea of Grayson wanting me, if only I would let him in.
I shuddered in Hawk’s arms, needing so much more than just his fingers.
“Come for him, Little Mouse. Come watching him fuck her, and then I’ll take you home and do it better.” Hawk’s fingers pressed that spot inside me, stroking it so perfectly.
Just behind him, Grayson moved harder, faster. His hips pounding into the woman who could have been me if only I’d been braver.
The orgasm caught me by surprise, shocking its way through my system and lighting me up from the inside out. I bit down on Hawk’s shoulder, using his shirt to muffle the cry that was partly for him, but mostly for the man across the room who had no idea we were watching.
“God,” Hawk muttered into my neck. “I want to fuck you so bad right now. You’re so fucking wet I’m tempted to try fisting you. I could make you feel so damn good.”
I didn’t exactly know what that was, but I could imagine, and I trusted this man enough to know that anything he did to me, I was going to enjoy. I trembled at the thought of all the things I didn’t know yet. All the things he could teach me.
He reared back then dove on my lips, kissing me hard, his tongue demanding and sexual, promising me a world of pleasure. His dick was rigid against my stomach, desperate and needy, seeking my body out the same way mine melded into his.
Grayson’s woman came with a earth-shattering scream.
Grayson’s own moan of completion came a second later.
He would turn around at any second. See us. Know what we’d been doing. I yanked at my panties, fighting against the hold Hawk had on both my heart and my body.
He panted, trying to get himself under control, and then with what looked to be maximum effort, he pulled away, fingers gripping mine. He tugged me around a corner of the maze, leaving me with a final parting glance at Grayson rolling over, his dick still gleaming from being inside someone else.
For a tiny, heart-stopping moment, his gaze caught mine.
Then we were gone, Hawk dragging me out of the maze, stopping only when we got to the kitchen. On spotting Hayden, he strode in like we owned the place.
“Hawk!” I squeaked. “We can’t be back here.”
But Hawk couldn’t care less about my “good girl, always does the right thing, couldn’t break a rule” protests. He walked right up to Hayden, leaned in, and said in a voice low enough for only the two of us to hear over the hiss of steam and clattering of pans:
“Finish whatever you’re doing here and meet us at home. She needs us both tonight.”