Sacked (The New York Nighthawks 1)

“Hmm, it must be you I’m thinking about then.”

Her eyes widened when I wrapped my hands around her hips and dragged her forward to straddle me. The blue pools were filled with desire, and my willpower deserted me.

With one hand still cradling her hip, I used the other to hold her chin as my mouth descended. Her plump lips were soft, and I became instantly addicted. I groaned as I slanted my head and ran my tongue along her seam. She opened immediately, and we moaned in unison when my tongue swept inside her mouth. Her sweetness was even more amazing than I’d imagined. My cock swelled even more, especially when I wondered if her pussy would be even sweeter.

Naomi’s hands had gone to my shoulders when I first kissed her, but they tentatively slid up, going around my neck and plunging into my hair. I wanted her to yank on it as she writhed with passion. I wanted to feel her legs squeezing my waist while her pussy gripped my cock. A brief thought that I might be moving too fast sifted into my mind, but then Naomi moaned and scooted forward, resting her center right on top of my aching dick.

I was about to grab her ass and carry her to my bedroom when the sound of Nixon’s voice broke us apart. “Answer the phone, Mims. Don’t you love me?” Then he repeated it, and Naomi groaned, dropping her forehead against my chest. “Answer the phone, Mims. Don’t you love me?” he said again. I glanced around, completely confused until Naomi leaned back and pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans.

“I’m so sorry. My idiot brother likes to snatch my phone and make obvious ringtones for himself.” She stabbed the screen and put her cell to her ear. “What?” she snapped. Her brother’s voice had kind of killed my erection, but when her eyes flashed with fire, I was instantly hard again.

Since she was on my lap, I could clearly hear his part of the conversation. “Ouch, Mims,” Nixon muttered with a laugh. “What’s got you so grouchy?”

Naomi’s face turned crimson, and I grinned, earning myself a scowl—which only made me laugh.

“Are you with Prentice?” he asked. “How’s it going? Was he impressed? The few posts you’ve already done for me are fucking awesome.”

“Um…” Naomi looked a bit overwhelmed, so I took the phone.

“Hey, Nixon. Your sister really knows her stuff.”

“Right? Thanks for giving her a chance. She never gives herself enough credit.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Naomi snatched the phone back and rolled her eyes. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

“Then speak up, Mims!” Nixon teased.

“I don’t think you’ll want to hear what I have to say,” she told him with a snort.

“Aw, I already know how much you love me, Mims. Anyway, I was just calling to see if you’d stop and grab some Red Vines on the way home.”

Naomi covered her eyes behind her hand for a second. “Um, sure. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” When she moved her fingers, she mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

I frowned, annoyed that Nixon expected his sister to cater to his every whim. He seriously expected her to just drop everything and bring him some candy?

“Awesome. I owe you,” he replied. “I’ll get double next time and even let you pick the movie.”

“You’re going to regret that,” she laughed. “Ember is coming over next month, and you know she’s going to talk me into picking a foreign film.”

Nixon was silent for so long that I almost asked if he was still there.

“Doesn’t Ember have studying to do or something?”

Naomi sighed. “She can take a night off, Nix. And you promised to be nice. Why the two of you can’t get along is beyond me.”

“We’ll talk about it later. See you soon, Mims! Love you!” He hung up, and Naomi shook her head as she put her phone back in her pocket.

“I’m so sorry I have to leave without finishing dinner. Nix and I have a movie night once a month, and we’re only allowed to miss it if one of us is dead or he’s running extra drills because he did something stupid at practice.”

Ah, that made more sense than her brother treating her like his own personal servant.

“It’s no problem, baby,” I said with a wave of my hand. “My brothers and I try to reconnect every month or two as well. I think it’s great that you and Nixon are so close.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss—not allowing myself to linger because I’d never let her leave if I did—then lifted her up and set her on her feet. “I’ll put the rest of your dinner in a container, and you can take it with you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes bright and happy.