Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I laughed as he dragged me through the sea of bodies in the bar and toward an entrance marked private.

“This is someone’s office,” I argued.

He locked the door behind him.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled.

He pushed me against the wall, kissing me deeply. His fingers dug into my thighs as he rolled the hem of my dress up to my hips. I heard the quick rattle of his belt buckle as he shoved his jeans out of the way and freed his cock.

“You drive me so crazy, Jules. So fucking crazy.” He hitched my leg around his waist, tilting me toward him.

I nodded in agreement. I was insane to be doing this. And then he pushed inside me and I knew why I did it.

“Ohh,” I moaned.

He pumped inside me and I clung to him.

His lips found mine in a frenzy of fire and heat. Biting. Licking. Sucking. As he thrust harder and faster.

His body tensed and then he murmured in my ear as his release exploded inside me, “I love fucking you, baby.”

The words soared through me. Because I loved it too.

Hawk kissed me quickly and then pulled out. I felt hollowness where he had filled me.

“I’ll make sure you get yours when we get home.” He winked.

I felt his cum soak my panties. I leaned into the wall, trying to steady myself. Hawk wriggled my dress back into place. My eyes opened and as I

looked at him, I knew I had never felt so whole. So loved. So possessed by such a powerful and strong man.

“Need a minute?” he asked.

“I’m going to run to the ladies’ room and then I’ll meet you back at the table.” I smiled.

He slapped my ass as we walked out of the manager’s office. “Don’t be long.”

My chest heaved with heavy breaths. That was the thing. I didn’t think I could bear to be away from him for more than a few minutes either. I had fallen harder than I knew was possible.

“I won’t.”

29

Kane

“Great job, guys. You’re doing really well,” I yelled at the boys playing on the field.

It was cold today. They were bundled from head to toe in hats and scarves. They looked like mini marshmallows running around the field. Hey, it was an alternative to pads and gear.

Today was the last day of my volunteer service. The timing couldn’t have been better. I had the guardianship hearing tomorrow, and with playoffs underway, I didn’t have time to be here.

Truth was, I’d come to enjoy these little fuckers. I looked forward to coaching. To teaching. To helping them work on their game. I’d miss it.

Maybe we could work something out when the season was over. I needed that Super Bowl ring before I could get back to these kids.

I didn’t realize how often I was looking for her until she appeared in my line of vision. It was like seeing the sun appear from behind a blanket of clouds after a storm. That ray broke through, and even if it only lasted for a minute, it brought light and sometimes a rainbow.

“Hey baby,” I greeted Julie as she crossed the field in a pair of knee-high boots.