Page 101 of Wrecked
Biting back a growl, Hawk cleared the glasses off the bar.
“Oh, fuck, bro,” Tommy blurted. “I completely forgot about Josie.”
“Who’s Josie?” Addison asked.
Tommy needs to shut the fuck up.
When Hawk regarded her, curious eyes peered up at him.
“She doesn’t know?” Tommy asked “I thought she’s your best friend.”
“Know what?” Addison asked.
Hawk left the bar, walked over to his cousin, and laid his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll walk you out.”
Two of the servers said goodnight as they passed the bar.
Tommy lifted the half-full glass of beer. “I’m not done.”
“We gotta close up,” Hawk said. “Come on.”
“I think I’m in trouble,” Tommy said while waving goodbye to Addison.
As they headed toward the door, Tony, the bouncer, walked inside. “You want me to clear the suites?”
“I’ll do it,” Hawk said. “Take Tommy out with you.”
“Sorry about what I said,” Tommy muttered as he exited the building.
Hawk had never talked to Addison about Josie. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.
* * *
Addisonthoughtshe knew Hawk. Clearly, she did not. He’d never mentioned anyone named Josie. Neither had anyone in his family, including his brother Prescott.
After locking the door, Hawk stood in the middle of the empty dance floor, one hand hitched to his hip. “Come. Here.”
She couldn’t miss the power in his voice, the ever-present confidence rolling off him. Her insides came alive as she flipped up the bar door and sauntered in his direction. One slow step at a time.
While she couldn’t wait to be in his arms, to feel his mouth on hers, to strip down and get lost in a fantasy, she would play this chill. The last thing she wanted to do was show her hand and scare him away. Keeping things casual was the way to play this, no matter how shereallyfelt about him.
His stance looked relaxed, but the intensity in his eyes was blazing hot. As she made her way over, he checked her out. Being eye-fucked by Hawk was better than the real thing with any other man.
His scorching gaze drove her wild. His constant frustration had his eyebrows slashed down, while muscles ticked in his chiseled cheeks, drawing attention to his sculpted jawline.
Tonight, the fire in his eyes turned her inside out. She was going to fuck him, get fucked by him, and have some late-night fun with the sexiest bad boy she had ever known.
She pulled up inches away, her panties damp with arousal, her breathing shallow, her pulse soaring. She loved being in control, especially during role plays. As she stared into his eyes, then at his mouth, she wasn’t interested in control.
She was interested inhim.
He hitched a brow, then flashed a wicked smile.
Rather than turn away from her, he started walking backwards toward the elevator. The searing connection binding them together pulled her forward. When he got to the wall next to the elevator, he didn’t punch the button. He didn’t move at all. He just stood there waiting for her to come to him.
When she pulled to a stop in front of him, he had her pinned against the wall before she realized what he’d done. He dipped down, kissed her with a wildness that had her moaning into his mouth.
Their embrace was raw and gritty. Tongues thrashing, his needy groans made her knees weak. He ground against her. She reached around, grabbed his muscular ass, and squeezed.
