Craving Hawk (The Aces' Sons 3)

I stretched one arm back and gripped Tommy’s thigh as he curled his body over mine, bracing himself on a fist near my head. He was surrounding me, his breath hot on my neck and his chest pressing against my back.

I let my hand fall off his thigh and reached between my legs, sliding my hand against the slick skin and using the heel of my palm to rub my clit as the tips of my fingers slid against his balls.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he thrust harder, his fingers digging into my hip.

It only took a couple more thrusts before both of us came, first him and then me.

* * *

“We really gotta get up,” he murmured, running his hand over my bare back.

He hadn’t bothered taking my dress off until after we’d had sex, but the minute he’d pulled off the condom, he’d wanted my bare skin against his. I couldn’t really blame him. I needed the closeness after the day I’d had, too.

“When is everyone showing up?” I asked sleepily, lifting my head off his chest.

“Most of ’em are probably out there already,” he replied. “Boys’ll come in when they’re finished workin’ and the old ladies’ll come after that.”

“And the side bitches,” I mumbled.

Tommy barked out a laugh. “The what?”

“All the nasty girls that hang around.” I said. “The side bitches.”

“None of the men in my family have side bitches,” he replied, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

“But the other guys do.”

“Some of ’em, yeah,” he said with a nod. “Doesn’t have nothin’ to do with us, though.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s the way it is.” He dropped his head back onto the pillow. “Don’t go startin’ shit, either.”

“I don’t start shit.”

“Sugar, you’re always in the middle of shit. Shit follows you around. Shit finds you and you wade in like Michael fuckin’ Phelps.”

“But I don’t start it!” I pointed out.

“Alright, well don’t get in the middle of it either.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Try harder than that,” he said dryly.

He rolled off the bed and stretched while I stared. His skin was so gorgeous, perpetually tan and smooth. His whole family was like that. Lucky bastards. My skin was at least a few shades lighter than theirs, and it didn’t matter what I did, nothing stopped me from breaking out in one spot or another.

“Get dressed,” he ordered, putting an end to my ogling by throwing my dress at me.

I was silent as I put my clothes back on. Watching him move naked around the room unselfconsciously reminded me that there was a chance I wouldn’t get to keep seeing him that way. Lincoln was sure the charges against Tommy would be dropped, and once that happened I didn’t really see any reason for us to stay married. The police could always find a way to charge him later if they found more evidence against him, but I couldn’t see that happening. They already had so little to go on, it was kind of amazing they’d singled out Tommy in the first place. I was pretty sure the district attorney wouldn’t want to get his ass handed to him again by Lincoln.

“You ready?” Tommy asked as he stuffed his keys and wallet in his pockets.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair.

There wasn’t any reason to start asking questions or try to figure out what we were doing then. It was the night of his party, the day he’d finally gotten what he’d been waiting for since he was a kid. I didn’t want to ruin that.

When we got out to the main room, the place was already crowded and loud. Music was pouring out of the sound system, and smoke from people’s cigarettes and pipes made the room kind of hazy.

“Looks different, huh?” Tommy asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

“Just a little,” I replied, searching through the crowd to find faces I recognized.

“Come on,” he ordered, leading me through the room. “Let’s get a drink.”

There were a couple women standing behind the bar I didn’t recognize. They sure as hell knew Tommy, though.

“Hey, Tommy,” they both said, almost simultaneously.

I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, can I get a couple beers?” he asked with a smile.

I pinched his side, hard, and I didn’t let go until he gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

“Would you knock it off?” he said softly into my ear.

“Stop smiling at them,” I ordered, making him laugh.

“Moose said not to give you beer,” the bartender with long black hair chirped, setting a bottle down on the bar top. “Whiskey only.”

Tommy laughed and grabbed the bottle. “Alright,” he said. “My wife wants a beer, though.”

Chirpy’s smile melted off and she glanced at me quickly before nodding.

“You totally banged her,” I accused, pulling out from under Tommy’s arm. “Ew!”

“Does it matter?” he asked in confusion, twisting off the cap of his whiskey. “Wasn’t plannin’ on fuckin’ her tonight.”