“Babe, seriously?”
I jumped and whirled to see Hawk standing in the bathroom door looking hot wearing a dark gray suit and deep red shirt opened at the collar.
“Jeez, Cabe, you scared the crap out of me.”
His eyes shifted the length of me then came back to mine.
“I’m twenty minutes late and you’re still not ready?”
I turned to the bathroom mirror, lifted my mascara wand and ignored his impatient question. “How do you do that anyway?”
“Gwen, babe, we gotta go. Why are you runnin’ so late? You aren’t even dressed.”
“Well, I made a shoe decision change,” I stroked mascara on my lashes. “I’m not wearing the Choos. I’m wearing the Valentinos.”
“A shoe decision change leads to bein’ more than twenty minutes late?”
“The Choos are silver. The Valentinos are a blush. Sure, the Valentinos have crystal and mesh but I’d gone gray, smoky and drama. The blush requires soft pink, glimmer and dewy. That required total cleanse off and reapplication of makeup,” I explained.
Hawk was silent and my eyes shifted to him.
Nope, no less impatient even with an explanation.
I tried a different tactic.
“I won’t be a minute,” I assured him on a complete lie.
He dug his phone out of the inside of his jacket pocket, flipped it open, hit some buttons and put it to his ear. His eyes came back to me. My eyes went back to the mirror and my mascara wand went back to swiping.
Then I felt his presence leave and I heard him say, “Bax, Gwen’s runnin’ late. We’re still at her house but leavin’ in five.”
I finished my makeup and went to my bedroom. Hawk was whereabouts unknown. This happened a lot even though my house wasn’t a rambling mansion. Hawk, I’d discovered, could disappear yet stick around just as easily as he could vanish into or appear out of thin air.
At first I found this disturbing. Now I was used to it.
I spritzed with perfume, put the diamond studs in my ears that Dad and Meredith gave me upon graduation from U of C and I slipped off my robe and started to dress.
As it was a special occasion, I’d, of course, made a new purchase. I’d done the unthinkable and moved away from the little black dress. This was a little, shimmery, dove gray dress. It had barely there straps that held up a draped bodice and the rest of the dress to my sides just behind my armpits. It had no back. At all. The little drape at the back rested against my upper ass. It was short, the skirt hugged my hips, the material clingy on the rest of me.
It was perfect for the Choos. The thing was, three weeks ago, I was shopping with Elvira and I tried on the Valentinos. The Valentinos were the dream, la-la land of shoes. Blush satin. Four and three quarter inch spiked heel with platform at the sole. Peep-toed pump with a huge see through, multi-layered mesh bow lined in satin and crystals with more crystals leading up in bands around the foot to the bow on the toe. They were to-die-for. They were to-kill-for. They were the impossible dream.
That was until I thanked the shoe person and started to put them back in their box, Elvira whipped out her phone, called Hawk, got the go ahead and then whipped out the company credit card.
She was in throes of ecstasy. I called Hawk and told him he couldn’t possibly considering they cost nearly double the price of the Choos.
His reply, “Babe,” then disconnect.
Elvira bought the shoes. Thirty minutes later, I bought a boatload of sexy underwear, the sexiest of which I put on under my clothes so Hawk could discover them, like unwrapping a present. When he did, he took one look, his pupils dilated instantaneously and it took him approximately three point two five seconds to take them off.
At that point, I decided that I’d have to find another form of gratitude.
I was still searching.
I pulled on the dress and sat on the side of the bed, opening the shoebox and unveiling the Valentinos.
I had vowed to myself to take them back and return them.
I changed my mind.
Then I had vowed to myself I would never wear them. I couldn’t possibly walk on what was more than most people’s monthly mortgage payments.
However, I again changed my mind.
I was sliding on shoe two when Hawk walked in my bedroom door.
I put my foot to the floor and looked up at him, standing. “Glad you’re here, baby, I need you to help me with my bracelet.”
I walked to the dresser and opened my jewelry drawer, unearthing the Tiffany’s box.
He’d bought me a diamond bracelet too, just as he said, that very next day after we became us for the second time. I told him he couldn’t possibly do that either and when in the store, refused to pick one. So he did.
I pulled the bracelet out of the box and shut the drawer just when I felt Hawk’s fingertips on the skin of my side right where the material started. Those fingertips became a hand gliding into my dress, across my ribs and then up where they cupped my opposite breast. Then he pulled me into his front.
“Hawk,” I whispered, my head falling back to his shoulder as his thumb swept my nipple and I repeated, “Hawk.”
“Hold onto the dresser, baby,” he muttered into my ear.
“What?” I breathed as his other hand tugged up the skirt of my dress.
“Hold on,” he ordered.
“We’re late,” I reminded him then sucked in breath when I got another nipple swipe.
“We’re gonna be later,” Hawk replied.
“But –”
“Hold on,” he repeated, his hand sliding into the front of my panties.
Oh God.
He hit the golden spot.
Oh God.
My head turned so my forehead was pressed to his neck.
“We’ll be quick now,” he whispered. “But later, I’ll show you how I really feel about this dress.”
“’Kay,” I agreed but I did it on a moan because the fingers on both his hands moved.
* * * * *
I crossed my legs in the Camaro, studying my shoes at the same time adjusting my bracelet on my wrist for no reason except I liked to remind myself it was there.
“Okay, well, we have to come up with an excuse. You needing to work and me needing a makeup change isn’t going to cut it. We’re seriously late,” I said into the car.
“Babe, we don’t need an excuse. Anyone who sees you in that dress and those shoes will know exactly why we’re late.”
I felt my face pale, actually felt it, and turned my head to look at him. “That isn’t true.”
“Okay, I’ll amend my statement. Any man who sees you in that dress and those shoes will know exactly why we’re late. Including your Dad.”
“Ack!” I gagged then put my hands up to my ears and chanted, “La la la.”
Through my chanting I heard Hawk laugh.
When it seemed it was safe, I stopped chanting and dropped my hands.
Hawk started speaking. “Got an interesting call today.”
“Yeah?” I prompted when he said no more.
“Developers,” he replied and I turned to look at him again. “This is their fourth call in as many months. They want the warehouse and the space around it, all of which I own. They’ve been offering bullshit but their offer today got motivating.”
“What?” I whispered.
It had been four months since Hawk and I went back to us. Four really good months. It was the beginning of July. The weather was nice. The days were long. Our passion (obviously) hadn’t cooled. But things had changed.
Now I was tied so tight to him I was certain I’d never get loose and I didn’t want to. The same with being in so deep, I’d never surface.
But, even drowning in Hawk, I didn’t lose a hint of me.
I lived my life, edited my books, met my girls, went shopping, went out to dinner, went to movies, sometimes alone, sometimes with my friends and sometimes he was a part of that.
Hawk worked and he worked a lot. But when he was with me, I had his total focus. We’d seen several movies together and we went out to dinner often, mainly because I didn’t eat like he did (and wasn’t going to) and he could order food like he liked and I didn’t have to cook two meals (though, on occasion, I did this too). When he had time, he’d hang at mine or I’d hang at his.
No matter if our days took us separate ways, we slept together every night. Sometimes he’d be with me and we’d go to bed together. Sometimes I’d feel his warm hand on the small of my back in the middle of the night. Sometimes he’d call and tell me he wanted me at his place and I’d go. I had a key, though he didn’t have one to mine (that I knew of) but he didn’t need one.
Our relationship wasn’t easy. It wasn’t mellow. It wasn’t comfortable and sedate. He was too bossy and I was too much of a smartass. We bantered and sometimes we fought. But I’d learned I was completely unable to endure Hawk being mad at me and then I’d noticed that Hawk felt the same. No grudges were ever held. We created sparks but those sparks never caught the kind of fire that could do damage. Instead, we got over it and moved on.
And I liked this. This was good. I liked him in my space and I liked to be in his. I had sweet pea lotion and bath wash at his. My own stick of deodorant was in his medicine cabinet. He had one in mine, it stood next to his razor. I’d bought a sweet frame for Simone and Sophie and at the same time I bought two more. One had a picture of Hawk and me that Tracy took at Leo’s birthday party. I was pressed against Hawk’s side, my arms around him, my head tipped back, my nose pressed to his jaw and I was laughing. Hawk had his arm around my shoulders and he was looking slightly down and to the side, also laughing. That picture was on Hawk’s fridge. The other frame was on mine and it had a picture in it that Elvira took. We were walking through the surveillance room at his base, my arm curled around his back, his around my shoulders. Hawk’s head was turned to the side and he was looking at and listening to Jorge. I was looking over my shoulder at Elvira and laughing at something she said. I loved that photo, I didn’t know why, maybe the fact it was a candid that captured the casual way we were together, holding each other, walking together, Hawk’s profile so handsome, my face looking happy. And, of course, I was having a really good hair day.
He couldn’t sell the warehouse. We were settled. We had a system. We had a way that was our way.
And where would we set up the air hockey table (when he bought it)?
“You’re thinking of selling?” I asked.
“Yeah, they got that kind of cake, they want it so they’ll offer more. They offer more, seriously, babe, be a fool not to.”
“But I thought you liked the warehouse. I thought you needed space. There’s not a lot of places you can get that kind of space, Cabe.”
“Findin’ I don’t need that kind of space anymore, Sweet Pea, and you can’t raise kids in a place like that.”
I sucked in so much air it was a wonder Hawk didn’t immediately pass out due to lack of oxygen.
“Gwen?” he called.
“Kids?” I choked.
He was silent. So was I mostly because I was struggling for breath as visions of dark-haired, dimple-faced baby commandos wearing miniature cargo pants danced through my head.
Finally he muttered, “Fuck.”
“Fuck what?” I asked.
“Shit, babe, saw you with Crisanto and Javier, thought you liked kids.”
“I –”
“Thought you liked ‘em so much, you’d want ‘em.”
“I –”
“Fuck, Gwen.”
“Fuck what?” My voice was rising mainly because I was freaking out but also because he wasn’t letting me talk.
He pulled to the side of the road, stopped, turned to me and his eyes caught mine.
Then he muttered again, “Fuck.”
“Fuck what!” I almost shouted.
“It isn’t a good time to talk about this.”
“Hawk, you need –”
“It’s your parents’ anniversary.”
“Hawk!” I snapped. “You need to tell me what’s flipping you out.”
“I want kids.”
I stared at him, my heart beating so hard I could swear my dress fluttered.
He wasn’t saying he wanted kids as much as he was saying he wanted kids with me.
I mean, he wanted kids, but he was saying he wanted kids with me.
Cabe “Hawk” Delgado wanted kids with me!
Yay!
Oh shit. I was going to start crying and ruin my makeup.
“It’s important to me, baby,” he said softly.
I swallowed. Then I asked, “How many do you want?”
“Two or three.”
“Boys or girls?”
“Don’t care.”
I didn’t either. I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.
My vision went blurry as my mind filled with Hawk holding our child and feeding it a bottle.
Then my belly got squishy.
Then I felt his knuckles glide down my cheek and I refocused when he said quietly, “I’d be happy with one, Gwen.”
“Only children can get spoiled. You have to have at least two. Siblings are important. And if we start with two boys, we have to have a girl because brothers should have a sister. But if we start with two girls, we have to go for a boy because sisters should have a brother. I always wanted a brother. A son of my father would have been able to beat the shit out of boyfriends that broke my heart. I wouldn’t have had to resort to cookie dough and it would have saved Scott a lot of money in divorce attorneys, seeing as he’d still be in a coma.”
I stopped talking and felt it. The air in the Camaro had turned electric.
“You sayin’ that for me or do you want kids?” he asked.
“Both,” I answered.
Suddenly my seatbelt was undone and zipped back so fast I cried out in surprise. Then Hawk’s did. Then I was plucked right out of my seat and wedged between him and the steering wheel, my ass in his lap, his hand in my hair, his other arm around me and his mouth hot and heavy on mine delivering a very wet, very heated kiss that included some hand action when his started to roam.
He released my mouth but kept me wedged and I blinked as he spoke.
“They offer higher, I’ll accept.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
“You got a problem with me movin’ into your place?”
“No,” I replied instantly, my heart beating, my belly squishy, my mind spinning cartwheels of joy.
“All right,” he whispered.
“You sure you don’t need space anymore?”
“That kind of space means, you’re there, you need to go somewhere, anywhere you go is far away from me so, yeah, I don’t need that space anymore.”
Oh my God.
I knew what he was saying. I knew what he meant and I lifted my hand to his jaw.
“You’re in deep with me, aren’t you, baby?” I whispered my question just to confirm.
“Drowning,” he whispered back.
Oh my God. He felt the same as me!
“I love you, Cabe.”
The minute I said it, he curled me into him so we were pressed together and his face was in my neck.
“Love you too, Sweet Pea.”
He loved me.
Thank God, he loved me.
I relaxed against him but slid my hand from his jaw to the back of his neck.
“Yay,” I whispered in his ear and felt him smile against my neck.
Then he kissed me there, his head moved slightly, his tongue touched the skin behind my ear then his head moved again and he kissed my lips lightly, once, twice, again before he nipped my lip and then unwedged me and deposited me in my seat.
He rebuckled, I followed suit and then I took a moment to feel my joy.
Then I grabbed my clutch from the floor, opened the clip, pulled out my lip gloss and flipped down the visor, muttering, “Twice tonight you’ve ruined my lip gloss and we’re not even at the restaurant.”
He pulled into traffic muttering back, “Babe.”
* * * * *
Meredith celebrated her and Dad’s anniversary like it was a national holiday. She didn’t focus on the special ones, she had a party every year.
When I was a kid, and money wasn’t as plentiful, if the anniversary fell on a weekday, Meredith took the day off to cook and had friends and family over for a huge, buffet extravaganza. After Ginger and I left the house and things got more comfortable, these celebrations moved to a variety of locales in Denver.
Tonight’s was at McCormick’s Fish House and Bar at the Oxford Hotel. Fantastic seafood and steaks, elegant but still Old West Denver atmosphere, great bar and just a short walk away was Oxford’s Cruise Room, arguably the coolest bar in Denver due to its art deco décor and the talent the bartenders had with a martini shaker.
Hawk and I walked, arms around each other, into the private room and saw the gang was all there.
Since Meredith adopted all my friends, Tracy was in attendance although I didn’t see one of her jerky boyfriends with her. I couldn’t spy Cam and Leo but I knew they had to be there somewhere. Elvira was also there. And so were Gus and Maria, Jury, with a lush, gorgeous Mexican-American woman wearing a fabulous red and black dress and Von and his wife Lucia.
And I saw straight away Troy and his whiny girlfriend, Hanna were there.
The past four months had not been good between Troy and I. He was not pleased that Hawk and I became us again and he told me so, giving dire warnings that if it happened once, it would happen again. I figured Troy was just trying to be a friend, he and I were solid deep down and he’d get over this.
He hadn’t.
We saw each other, mostly him coming over. But, when he came over once and Hawk was there, he left immediately and made no bones about why he was doing it. From that point on, he called before coming to be certain Hawk wasn’t there or intending to be there. I gave him these assurances, even though this annoyed me. Sure, what Hawk said to him was harsh but weeks were sliding into months, Troy had to see Hawk was making me happy and if he gave Hawk a chance, like everyone else was, he’d see Hawk was a good guy. And, bottom line, if he was a true friend, he’d get over it, for me.
I mean, I put up with Hanna with not a word and she was whiny and annoying and I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Unfortunately during one of the times I assured him Hawk wasn’t coming over, Hawk had surprised me by showing. Even after Troy had just opened a beer, he left it unsipped, glared at Hawk, told me he’d see me later and left.
What surprised me about this was more than Troy’s behavior. It was Hawk’s. Hawk was like Camille. If he had something to say, he’d say it. He was straight and could be gentle, but he didn’t hesitate communicating what was on his mind. But he left me to deal with Troy without a word or comment. I thought this said a lot, mostly that Hawk knew Troy meant something to me and he wasn’t going to try to sway me either way, just let it play out and he’d be there at the end. But it wouldn’t be an end where, if Troy and I sorted things out, Hawk had said something about a friend I cared about that he couldn’t take back.
“You’re wearing the Valentinos!” Tracy shrieked, half-dashing, half-dancing to us, clapping her hands, Elvira following her.
I gave her a hug and then she moved to Hawk to kiss his cheek as I gave Elvira a hug. Elvira didn’t move to Hawk to kiss his cheek, she just nodded to him, stepped back and gave me an eye sweep
“Girl, you are hot!” she declared. “That dress is hot. Those shoes are hot. And that expression on your face that says you just got you some is hot!”
I froze. Hawk chuckled and pulled me closer.
“Told you,” he whispered in my ear.
Before I could reply, Meredith and Dad approached, Gus and Maria bearing down behind them.
“Hey sweetie,” Meredith said as she got close and gave me a hug.
“Sorry we’re late,” I told her while hugging her and she stepped back but kept hold of my upper arms.
“It’s still cocktail hour. We don’t sit down for twenty minutes so you’re not late,” she smiled and turned to Hawk while Dad turned to me.
After Dad, I got hugs from Maria and Gus then everyone assumed their places in our huddle, Gus staring at me with a wicked grin on his face.
“Nice dress,” he observed, his meaning clear, I closed my eyes and Hawk chuckled again.
Moving on!
I turned to Dad and Meredith. “Can we give you your presents now?” I asked.
“Sure, honey,” Meredith replied and I opened my dark gray, satin clutch with its crystal clasp while juggling the large, manila envelope.
I pulled out the smaller, white envelope and handed it to Dad.
“Season tickets to the Broncos,” I announced and Dad stared at me. “Forty yard line. Hawk knows someone.” That was when Dad turned his stare at Hawk. “Happy anniversary, Dad,” I finished.
“Holy fuck,” Dad muttered.
“They’re from me and Cabe,” I replied, even though Hawk knew someone, I bought the tickets. This caused a fight which I won. Hawk could spoil me but I put my foot down about spoiling Dad. It cost a whack but the simple matter of fact was; Dad was worth it.
“I don’t know what to say,” Dad whispered.
“Don’t say anything and give me another hug,” I smiled at him.
He turned his eyes to me but he didn’t smile. He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek and the expression on his face caused tears to sting my eyes. He had a daughter he could not see in protective custody and a daughter who had gone through hell because of her. That said, I was alive, breathing, wearing a fantastic dress and fabulous shoes, happy and I loved him enough to get him season tickets to the Broncos, something he’d always wanted. His eyes hit mine and I knew from the look of them that he was counting his blessings and I could see that the Broncos tickets weren’t high on that list but I definitely was.
Then he dropped his hand and shook Hawk’s, clapping him on the shoulder at the same time.
Again, moving on.
I handed Meredith the manila envelope. “That’s for you.”
Her brows drew together, Dad looked down at her and she opened the clasps on the envelope.
“It’s just a formality,” I stated, suddenly feeling nervous. “And it was Cabe’s idea. I mean, really, it happened on your wedding day when you let me walk down the aisle with you. I’m just making it official.”
She pulled out the papers and looked at me. “Making what official?”
“Those are adoption papers. If you sign them, I’m legally your daughter.”
Everyone sucked in breath but Meredith’s mouth dropped open and her eyes got big. I could usually read Meredith, heck, anyone could but I couldn’t read that. I didn’t know what to expect when I gave the papers to her but I’d daydreamed about it a lot. I knew she loved me but it was a posh, anniversary party at McCormick’s, she wasn’t going to do cartwheels, she couldn’t, not in four inch heels. But I’d hoped at least for a smile.
Therefore I rushed on. “I know, it’s kinda loopy, adopting a thirty-three year old woman but… um… why not?” I faltered when she just stared at me and I wondered if I’d insulted her. “I mean… I don’t want to imply that I haven’t always thought of you as my Mom but I just want to… I don’t know, make sure you know that, uh… that’s how I feel and it always has been.”
Meredith didn’t move nor did she speak.
“You don’t have to sign them,” I assured her. “It’s okay. Nothing between us changes. I –”
I shut up when she jerked her body toward Dad and whispered, “Find me a pen, Bax.”
She asked Dad but it was Gus who took off, Hawk’s arm curled around my neck and he pulled my front into his side as the tears filled my eyes.
Meredith looked up at me. “Now… sweetie, now I don’t know what to say.”
“Sign the papers, that says it all,” Hawk replied for me but he did it gently.
Meredith looked down at the papers and when she lifted her eyes back to me they were filled with wet.
“This is the best present I’ve ever had,” she whispered.
Tracy emitted a muted sob and I moved away from Hawk and hugged Meredith as a tear slid down my cheek.
“I’ve always loved you,” I said quietly in her ear and her arms spasmed around me. “I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.”
“Oh sweetie,” she whispered, holding on tighter so I did too.
We hugged for a long time then I pulled away and Meredith moved into Hawk and gave him a squeeze and kiss on the cheek. Then Gus showed with a pen, she signed the papers, put them in the envelope and when she handed them to me, I handed them to Hawk. He folded the envelope double and slid it into his inside jacket pocket. It was his attorney’s firm that had drawn up the papers and it would probably be Elvira who returned them to be filed.
“I need a reload,” Elvira announced and I looked at her to see her eyes were on Hawk. “And your woman has been here all of five minutes and she doesn’t have a martini glass in her hand. What? You think you can buy her twelve hundred dollar shoes and that gives you the right to slack on bein’ a gentleman?”
Tracy giggled.
But I turned, leaned into Hawk and looked up at him. “Actually, just FYI, giving me twelve hundred dollar shoes totally gives you the right to slack on drink deliveries.”
Hawk’s dimples made an appearance then disappeared when I couldn’t see them anymore because his head dropped and his lips gave me a light kiss.
Then he lifted his head and asked all around, “Anyone else?”
“Me,” Tracy put in.
“I already gave my order,” Elvira added.
“A white wine, honey, if you don’t mind,” Meredith stated.
“Cuba libre, querido,” Maria muttered.
“I’ll go with you,” Gus offered and Hawk and Gus walked away but Maria got in my space, so close, it was surprising and I looked down at her.
“My boys,” she started, “look like their father, act like their father and he gave them something else,” she paused then finished on a huge grin, “good taste.”
I stared at her a second then threw my head back and laughed.
* * * * *
Dinner was over but the party (in other words the drinking) was not.
I was sitting beside Leo but listening to Mrs. Mayhew and Erma, both hilariously tipsy, as they shared stories of Dad and Meredith’s anniversaries past with their other audience member, Elvira.
Suddenly, Leo took my hand and my head turned, my eyes going to his face to see he was gazing across the room.
My eyes followed his and my heart warmed. Cam was standing with Meredith who was holding Cam’s hand by the fingers admiring the diamond Leo had slid on earlier that night when he’d asked her to marry him.
The reason they were late.
“Lingerie parties, darlin’,” I heard Leo whisper in my ear, I smiled and turned to face him. “You promised,” he finished when he caught my eyes.
I squeezed his hand and whispered back, “You happy?”
“She is, so, yeah,” Leo answered.
That was a great freaking answer.
“Love you, babe,” I told him softly.
“Lingerie,” he replied.
“Gotcha,” I whispered on a smile.
“Gwen, can I have a moment?”
Leo and I both twisted our necks and tipped our heads back to see Troy standing there, his face set, looking unhappy.
Shit.
I nodded, squeezed Leo’s hand again and then stood. Troy moved in putting his hand to the small of my back and leading me out of the room. I searched for Hawk as I went so he’d know where I was going and who I was with but I couldn’t find him.
We made it to a hallway and I turned to Troy.
“Troy, I –”
“Just wait a second, Gwen, would you?” he asked tersely and I wondered what was on his mind and why he seemed in such a foul mood. Though it wasn’t hard to guess. Hawk was not shy with public displays of affection and this was coupled with him being an alpha male which meant PDA was liberally mixed with possessive branding moves such as curling his arm around the back of my chair while we were seated or running his hand over my ass when he saw a man’s eyes on that ass, shit like that.
Shit that I’d noticed, as the night wore on, Troy didn’t like much.
We turned a corner and both of us stopped dead on the carpet when we saw Hawk, his back to us, about eight feet down the hall. There was one female hand at his bent head, one arm tight around his back.
I sucked in a silent, searing breath and felt my head reel as Troy’s arm curled around my waist and held tight.
Maybe a nanosecond later Hawk moved, the woman’s arms disappeared and it hit me that he’d set her away and he’d done it roughly.
“What the fuck?” he clipped, his voice so harsh, it was acid and it was a wonder the wallpaper didn’t melt off the walls.
“I –” a woman replied.
“You told me you wanted to talk about my woman and your man,” Hawk went on.
“I –” she repeated.
Hawk cut her off again. “Jesus, fuck, what’s the matter with you?”
“I –” she tried yet again and failed yet again.
“Give me one good reason not to go back into that room and tell your man you put your hands and your fuckin’ mouth on me,” Hawk demanded.
“He won’t believe you,” she got out and my body froze solid as Troy’s did the same at my side.
That voice was Troy’s whiney, annoying, grasping girlfriend, Hanna.
“You’re right,” Hawk replied. “He won’t, which, I gotta tell you, woman, sucks because he’s a good man and he could do a lot fuckin’ better than you.”
Oh God.
I had to end this for Troy and I had to do it now.
“Cabe, honey,” I called and Hawk’s body jerked around to face us. I saw his eyes were narrow, his jaw hard and his gaze slid over me to Troy.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Hanna was staring at Troy, her eyes huge, face pale.
“Troy,” she whispered.
“I hope you have money for a cab,” Troy replied.
“Uh…” She took a step forward but I moved into Troy, turning into his side, my arms going around his middle and I pulled him a step back so she stopped. “Troy, it isn’t what –” she tried.
Troy interrupted. “Stop, Hanna, it was. Don’t add being a fucking liar to being a fucking slut.”
Hanna winced. I gave Troy a squeeze. Hawk studied Troy and when no one said anything further, his head turned to Hanna.
“I think that’s your cue to get the fuck outta here,” he prompted, she looked up at him, her pale face got whiter and she nodded.
Then she scurried toward Troy and me as I glared sharp, lethal daggers at her, none of which, unfortunately, formed and drew blood. She skirted us because neither Troy nor I moved and she hustled around the corner.
Hawk approached, his eyes on Troy and he stopped in front of us.
Then he looked down at me and asked softly, “You got this, baby?”
I nodded up at him. He lifted his chin, glanced at Troy and then walked around us on my side, his hand sliding along my hip as he did it.
See. Total alpha male possessive branding moves even when no one was around to see them!
Then Hawk disappeared.
I moved into Troy’s front, not letting him go and looked into his stony face.
“Do we need beer, tequila or a trip to the firing range?” I asked quietly and Troy’s arm around my waist gave a reflexive squeeze.
“Shit, Gwen,” he whispered.
I pressed my cheek to his shoulder and held on tighter.
“Shit,” he repeated over my head.
“Hawk’s right, honey, you can so do better than her.”
His other arm slid around me and it was his turn to hold on tight.
We held each other for awhile in silence before Troy broke it to mutter, “Maybe he isn’t a dick.”
I pressed my lips together but relaxed in his arms.
Then I lifted my cheek from his shoulder to put my lips to his ear.
“Missed you,” I whispered. “So much, Troy. So freaking much. It’s good to have you back, babe.”
Troy buried his face in my neck and I closed my eyes as I felt the heady sensation of everything in my world, everything (save my sister being in protective custody, though I focused on the word “protective” when I thought of that) turning into the absolute, most perfect daydream. Better than any daydream I could imagine and not only because it was better but also because it was real.
Then I gave Troy a squeeze, decided for him and therefore announced, “Tequila.”
Troy’s face came out of my neck, he looked at me, gave me a small, not very happy smile and whispered, “Right.”
I sighed then I turned my friend in the direction of the bar.
* * * * *
Oh God.
I was going to bring it home!
“Baby,” I whispered, my face in Hawk’s neck, my arms around his shoulders, his hands were at my hips and I was riding him hard.
His head turned so his lips were at my ear.
“Mouth,” he growled, I lifted and twisted my head instantly, my mouth going to his as a moan slid up my throat. “Harder, baby, you’re almost there.”
“Hawk,” I whimpered into his mouth as I drove myself down on him harder and both my hands went to his head.
“Cabe,” he corrected on a thick rumble. “You call me Cabe when you bring it home.”
“Cabe,” I whispered then gasped, my back and neck arching as it burned through me.
Hawk’s hand slid into my hair, fisted and tugged gently, making my back arch further and I felt his mouth close over my nipple, sucking it deep, prolonging my orgasm as new heat blistered through me. Then he released my nipple, his other hand yanked me down hard on his cock, he buried his face between my breasts and groaned.
Beautiful.
We came down and when he finished, his lips slid along the inside of my breast and he kissed me there. I put pressure on his head, it tilted back, mine tipped down and his hand in my hair guided my mouth to his where he gave me a sweet, hot, wet, delicious kiss.
When he was done, I bragged on a whisper, “I brought it home.”
I felt his mouth smile against mine. “Yeah you did, baby.”
I lifted my mouth an inch from his and slid one hand to his neck, the other to his jaw.
“Did it work for you?” I asked softly.
The dimples, already there, got deeper. “You seriously askin’ that shit?”
“Um…” I replied.
His hand in my hair brought my lips back to his and he responded, “Yeah, Gwen,” he gave me a light kiss then his head dropped and he kissed the base of my throat where he murmured, “Oh yeah.”
“Yay,” I whispered.
He ran his nose along my jaw then he pulled slightly away, his hands going to my dress which was bunched at my waist. He pulled the wisp of material up, my arms went up with it then he tossed it aside.
Normally, I would have concerns about an expensive, satin dress being tossed to the floor.
At that moment, I didn’t give a shit.
Hawk fell back, taking me with him, then he rolled me to my back, unfortunately disconnecting from me but I took that loss because I gained his heat and weight.
His mouth was at my neck and he started speaking. “Next time you wear those shoes, babe, takin’ you on your knees and you’re not takin’ ‘em off.”
I twisted my neck and his head came up so he could look at me.
“Do you like those shoes that much?”
“Like the dress more, Sweet Pea, but those shoes are hot.”
I blinked at him. I could understand the dress, it showed more skin than it covered and the parts that covered skin clung to flesh but I was shocked a badass could like Cinderella-perfect shoes.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Why are you surprised?”
“Um… they’re satin and have crystals and if the Brothers Grimm were clairvoyant and knew they would one day exist, Cinderella would have those shoes. Those are not commando shoes.”
“No, they’re commando’s woman’s shoes. The heel is high and you got great legs, babe, and the perfect ass but those shoes do the impossible and make your legs and ass even fuckin’ better.”
This was true.
Though I wouldn’t describe my ass as perfect, it made my belly squishy to hear Hawk do it.
“So,” I slid my hands down his back to wrap my arms around his waist, “you’re saying you bought me those shoes because you like them.”
“No, Sweet Pea, I bought you those shoes because when I saw you after buyin’ them, the minute you looked at me I knew it meant a lot to you. Your face was gentle.” His finger came to my temple and then slid down my hairline before his hand curled around my neck and when he spoke again, his voice was soft. “I’d do just about anything to make you look at me like that, Gwen, and I’ll keep doin’ it as long as I can surprise you and know, from that look, you like me spoilin’ you, it means somethin’ to you and I’m gonna keep doin’ it and only stop when I don’t get that in return.”
God. God. I loved this man.
“Hawk,” I whispered.
“Helped that you gave great underwear as a thank you.”
I grinned at him. Then I reminded him, “You took it right off.”
“Babe, your body in that underwear, burned on my brain. Fuck, I can still see it.”
I giggled and Hawk gave me his dimples.
“Well, this is good to know,” I informed him. “I thought you were a take it off because it gets in the way man. I’m pleased to know my efforts were appreciated.”
His head dipped and his mouth touched mine before he whispered, “Everything about you is appreciated, Gwendolyn.”
My stomach melted, my heart skipped and I felt a tingle in my throat.
“Cabe,” I whispered back then my arms left his waist and my hands went to either side of his head and I shared, “You should know, I’m living in a daydream. A real one. I’ve never been this happy. Not ever, baby, not in my whole life.” I lifted my head, slid my arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw then said in his ear, “Thank you, Hawk.”
He rolled us to our sides, his arms closing around me, his mouth going to my ear in return and he murmured, “You’re welcome, Sweet Pea.”
I sighed into his throat.
He touched his tongue to the skin behind my ear then turned me in his arms so my back was to his front, he separated from me only to turn off the light and then curled into me, saying his nonverbal goodnight.
I made mine verbal.
“’Night, baby, love you.”
His arm gave me a squeeze and I felt his face in my hair.
“Love you too, Gwen,” he said quietly then ordered, “Go to sleep.”
So bossy.
But seriously, did I care?
The answer to that was a big, fat, no!
Therefore I snuggled my ass into his lap and replied, “’Kay.”
And then, about five seconds later, I did what I was told.
