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“Yeah, no reason for anyone to believe they can use you to get their rocks off whenever they’re in town.”

“Croy!” She tries to take a step towards him, but I tighten my grip. The fact that she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that I’m disabling her movement makes my heart fucking swell.

He throws his hands up in defeat. “Like he said, I’m just watching out.” He shrugs before he turns and leaves the same way he came. “I’ve got shit to do, T,” he yells over his shoulder. “I’m outta here. Make sure to lock up tight.”

I watch him leave the bar before I turn my attention to her. “Hey.” I brush her hair behind her ears. I can feel the smile tug at my lips, and I don’t give a shit. I’m fucking happy to see her and to have her close enough to touch.

“Did I tell you that I missed you?” She bites her plump bottom lip.

Those lips are driving me fucking crazy. I pull her body closer, flush with mine and bury my nose in her hair. “Yeah, you did. And I’ve missed you,” I growl which only makes her laugh.

She wraps her arms around my torso and gives me a long squeeze. “Everything okay?”

I pull away. “You mean back home?”

She rolls her eyes and pushes out of my hold, making her way back to the bar, “It’s not my home anymore, Hawk. We’ve been over this.” She flings a towel over her shoulder.

I open my mouth to object, but I’m speechless when I watch her retreat. The skirt hugs her ass then falls right below her cheeks. Her ass is perfectly outlined in the soft cotton. I’ve always loved her ass. Growing up, one of my favorite past times was walking behind her and Sienna so that I could watch her hips sway back and forth. Now that she’s older, and she’s had Sam, her ass is fucking unstoppable.

I continue to stare since no one is here to tell me otherwise. She’s going to be the death of me. “Tessa?”

“Hmm?” she hums as she slides under the wooden bar top.

“That uniform isn’t an everyday thing, right? Because if it is, I think maybe you’ll need to get a bigger size.”

She turns around and narrows her eyes at me. “Are you calling me fat?”

“Hell no. But that ass, baby. It’s, like, too perfect in that skirt. I’m gonna need to take up real estate at the bar if you continue to wear it.”

“Hmm, now that sounds interesting.”

Tessa

“Hmm, now that sounds interesting.”

I’m not sure what has gotten into me. I’ve never been flirty. Or bold for that matter. All of that was taken away from me on the cold concrete ground in the garbage area of the local mall. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve missed him or if I’m finally feeling comfortable enough to come out of my protective shell. Whatever it is, it feels nice. Seven years of being guarded is a long time, and I think I’ve paid my dues. If Hawk chooses to stick around, then I owe it to myself and him to lighten up a bit.

I turn my back to him and continue cleaning the bottles and capping them for the night. The last few stragglers seem to have followed Croy out when he left, leaving just Hawk and me. Usually, Croy waits for me to finish, but I guess the little confrontation he had with Hawk a moment ago made him change his mind. I do my best to ignore Hawk’s presence.

I jump as the familiar beat starts to boom through the speakers of the bar. I glance over my shoulder and see Hawk place his phone down on a table. This song had always been a favorite of his. The beat of Pony starts to waft through the air. When I turn around, there’s Hawk, not far from the bar, in the middle of the floor where there aren’t any tables. His white T-shirt has been replaced with a tight, white, wife beater. The jeans against his thigh muscles strain as he bends his knees. My throat goes dry as his hips begin to gyrate–around and around, twisting one way then the other. He drags his hand up his body, slowing lifting the cotton of his shirt, revealing the hardness of his abs.

“Sweet Jesus…”

I stumble back a bit, hitting the front row of bottles with my back. He lifts his head to meet my gaze and gives me a quick wink. The bastard must have heard me. My heart rate picks up, and I feel my nipples harden as I watch the magic that is Hawk’s body. He tugs his shirt over his head and then begins to roll his body forward and then back.

There’s no way I’m staying behind the safety of the bar. I slowly walk to the entrance of the bar and lift the top, making sure to keep my eyes on the show that’s happening in front of me. The lyrics are telling me to ‘ride it,’ and the way Hawk’s rolling his hips and flexing his stomach muscles has me thinking that the song has the right idea. His feet move, and his body follows–in fluid motions. One of the many hidden talents of Hawking Gentry is his ability to hold a beat.

He bites his lip as he slides and turns towards me. His head bobs from side to side, as his tongue is pressed between stiffen lips. With another front slide, his body is almost flush to mine. I can feel his pelvis hit me with every beat he keeps. My legs feel week as desire pulls at my belly. He slowly reaches out towards me, and I feel my body start to lean into him. Once he places a hand on my hip, he pulls me towards him.

“So fucking beautiful, Tessa. All turned on, watching me.” His voice is strained. “Do you like to watch me, Tessa?”

I whimper in response.

“I bet you’re soaking wet right now. Isn’t that right, sweet girl? ”

He’s not wrong. I moan when I feel his fingertips on the skin of my thigh, moving beneath the hem of my skirt, and I take a small slide to the side, allowing him better access between my legs. There’s one thing that I’ve learned in the past couple of months, and that’s what I’ll never deny Hawk anything. Not when he’s erased so much darkness from my life.

I feel the tug of my panties to the side then a soft brush of his fingers against my core. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Tessa. Right here, right now. I don’t give a shit who might walk in, because the only thing that matters is feeling your pussy clench around my cock as you come.”