Craving Hawk (The Aces' Sons 3)

“Thanks, baby,” he said, kissing me again. “You wanna eat out here or—”

“Not out here,” I grumbled, making him laugh. “Are they still staring?”

Tommy lifted his head and looked around. “Yup. Come on, we can eat inside.”

He took my hand and pulled me behind him as he strode past the guys who were still giving him shit. I followed him into the clubhouse and looked around in surprise at how different it seemed when there weren’t a bunch of women and kids filling it up, then we were moving toward the back hallway and into the room I’d shared with the girls during the lockdown.

“This is your room?” I asked in surprise as he led me to the bed and sat down, pulling me between his knees.

“Not officially,” he replied, running his hands up and down the outside of my thighs. “But yeah, it’s where I sleep most of the time.”

“Why not ‘officially’?” I asked, trying to focus on anything but the way his fingers were sliding under my shorts with each pass.

“Not patched in. Only members get their own rooms.”

“Wait, you’re not an Ace?” I asked in confusion, glancing at the leather vest draped across the end of the bed.

“Nah.” He reached out and flipped the vest over, pointing to one of the patches. “Prospect, see?”

“Oh, so does that mean that you’re not actually a member or that—”

“You really want a lesson on club rules right now?” he asked, putting his hand back on my thigh.

“No,” I whispered as his fingers pressed further under my shorts.

“Didn’t think so,” he whispered back, pulling on my legs so I’d straddle him. “Thank you for bringing me lunch,” he said, leaning up to kiss me.

I ground my hips down against him, then froze. “We can’t do this here,” I said glancing back at the closed door.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because they’ll hear us,” I muttered, my eyes wide.

“They’ll hear us kissin’?” he laughed. “Leo’s got some crazy good hearin’ but I’m pretty sure even he couldn’t hear that.”

“No, but—”

“Oh, you’re hopin’ for more than that,” he teased, stuffing his hands up the back of my shorts until he was squeezing my bare ass cheeks.

“Shut up,” I gasped, smacking his shoulder.

“Come on, baby. Just the tip,” he teased some more, laughing at the disgruntled look on my face. “Just a little, I’ll pull out.”

“Oh my God, you’re annoying,” I said, trying to climb off his lap. “See if I share my tacos with you.”

My mouth shut with an audible clack as I realized what I’d just said.

Then he was roaring with laughter and tossing me onto the bed.

“Come on,” he said, pulling my shorts off easily with one tug as I giggled. “Share your taco with me.”

“Knock it off,” I yelled, laughing.

“I’m hungry, woman,” he growled back, tickling my sides. “Gimme a taco.”

“You’re such a dumb ass,” I choked out, scrambling to get away from him. I rolled over to my belly then screeched as his hand connected with my bare ass.

I looked over my shoulder to see him smiling broadly, the thin strap of my g-string gripped in his palm. “Don’t you dare,” I warned, right before he snapped it in half. “Dammit, Tommy!” I hissed, rolling to my back again. “I’m wearing white shorts!”

“You’re not wearin’ anything now,” he countered smugly, pulling my underwear away from my body.

I huffed in annoyance as he leaned down to kiss me, but I let his lips meet mine. Then I reached up and twisted his nipples through his shirt.

“Ow,” he yelled, smacking at my hands as he laughed. “That fuckin’ hurt!”

He pinned my arms to my sides and nuzzled against my chest, making me freeze. Oh, shit.

“I won’t return the favor,” he mumbled as he moved farther down my body. His hands left my arms, and as soon as I was free I ran my hands over his messy hair. I tensed as he lifted my shirt, but relaxed again as his lips ran over my stomach, going lower and lower until his face was between my legs.

“Ah, lunch,” he teased, making me laugh until his lips made contact again.

He ran his tongue all over me, dipping inside then dragging it up to my clit over and over again while I tried not to make any noise. It took less than a minute before I was coming, my back arched off the bed and my short nails digging into his scalp.

He rested his head against my thigh while I caught my breath and then kissed me one more time before rising to his feet. “You brought food?” he asked, like he hadn’t just been going to town on my vagina.

“Tacos,” I said, nodding. “Where are my shorts?”

He snickered as he picked up my white shorts off the floor and tossed them to me, not even bothering to see if I’d caught them before he was reaching for the bag of food.