“You keep this up I’m going to start calling you Kitty. Imagine all the pussy jokes that’d come your way.”
She quickly wiped the animosity from her face and fluttered her eyelashes.
“Much better. You’re so pretty when you’re being a good girl.” She clenched her jaw, and he chuckled. “I’ll prove I’m a nice guy. I’ll let you pick your own poison.”
“You’re a real prince, Hawk.”
“I’m glad to hear you think so, babe.” He slid his hand down to rest on her ass. “’Cause you know I think the world of you too.” He gave her cheek a healthy squeeze, and she squeaked jumping slightly.
“Oh believe me, I’m dreaming of all the things I want to do you to right now,” she said with false sweetness. The tone was light, but her eyes promised torture and death.
“Damn, you got her begging you for it, don’t you?” Shooter said flashing them a wink.
Hawk laughed harder. Shooter knew this was a bullshit ruse. The bastard just wanted to get his licks in for the shit he’d given him over his old lady, the librarian.
“Yeah, I’m just irresistible like that, isn’t that right, Ariel?” he asked, patting her ass.
“I can barely keep my hands off you.” She dropped her voice an octave and leaned in to him. “I just want to rub all over your body.” The husky tone made his dick hard, and the fingertips she trailed down his waist were doing nothing to help the situation. She paused at his waistband and he silently dared her to continue. Fire flashed in her eyes and she cupped the bulge in his pants.
“You’re so big and hard. I just want to ride you all night long.”
Hawk dropped his jaw, and Shooter choked. “Too bad you promised me drinks first, huh?” She pouted. “Because you’re such a man of your word you always keep your promises. It’s why I enjoy being with you so much.” She swayed her body from side to side slowly, continuing her massage as she laid it on thick. Nothing about this woman was ditzy. He ground his teeth together and covered her hand with his own rubbing against them and creating friction.
“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’ll let you take care of this tonight.”
“Hopefully, I won’t be too drunk.” She pulled away and grinned. “I want tequila please.” She practically skipped over to the bar and Shooter burst into laughter.
“She outmaneuvered you there, brother,” Shooter said.
“I’ll let her think she did.”
He watched as she spoke to Summer and then glanced over her shoulder at him, flashing a smirk. Tonight I’ll show her what happens when she plays with fire. For the rest of the night he continued to ply her with tequila, watching as the tension eased from her body and around her eyes. Giggles burst forth from her ruby-red lips and he knew she was straddling the line between obligations and feeling good. He strode up to her, interrupting her giggle fest with Summer. Joey and Evonne were long gone, and Juliette was occupied in Shooter’s room.
“Time to call it a night, siren.”
“But I’m not done drinking, yet,” she said pouting.
He brought his arms up to rest on the bar, boxing her in with his body. “Yes you are.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Damn, you make my panties wet when you take charge like that.”
He brushed her lips with his. “I do, do I? Tell me more.”
She opened her mouth and shut it shaking her head. “It’s the liquor talking.”
“Liar, it loosened your tongue; it didn’t change your personality.” He bit her full bottom lip and she moaned, pressing her hips against his. She was beautiful this way, uninhibited and frisky.
“We need to get you back to the room before you do something you’ll regret.”
She met his eyes and smiled lazily. “Oh, I wouldn’t regret it, not really.”
“Shit, babe.” He scooped her up and carried her to his room. The minute he closed the door behind her, he slammed her back against the wall. She latched on to his mouth, nipping and trailing her fingertips down his cut. The wildness had his dick ready to split the seam of his jeans. He moaned. She sucked on his tongue, sending his eyeballs rolling into the back of his head.
“Need you.” She tugged at his cut and he pulled back, helping her drag it down his torso. He tossed it onto the bed as she leaned against the door, watching him from beneath lowered lids. With her swollen lips and disheveled hair, she resembled an otherworldly sex goddess. I’d worship at her altar anytime. “I have a surprise for you,” she whispered. Her voice was whiskey rough and slightly breathy.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“Look under my skirt and find out.”