Page 49 of Wrecked
He stared at her for an extra beat trying to make sense of her words. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“This was no big deal, just like my hookups with Tommy.”
Reality crash-landed in the middle of his post-sex high. “Ah, for fuck’s sake, Addison.”
“Hookups are two people finding physical pleasure with each other. That’s it. You have ‘em and I don’t get all weird on you.”
“I don’t have ‘em with your relatives.”
Her gaze narrowed. “I didn’t know he was your cousin, but who cares if I did? You kissed me in the henhouse because you got all territorial. This hookup was no different. Just a fun time. No strings. Doesn’t mean a damn thing.”
He glared at her, the tension gripping the muscles running along his shoulders. “That’s bullshit. We aren’t two strangers spending a couple of hours together. We’re close. We’ve partnered on missions. Our relationship is built on trust and respect.”
She pushed off him, stood there glaring down at him, her hands anchored to her hips.
As he started to rise, she didn’t budge. They were inches away staring into each other’s eyes.
“Excuse me,” he ground out.
She wouldn’t budge, so he stepped around her. On a huff, he pulled on his underwear and jeans, tugged his shirt over his head. “That blowjob changes everything. Abso-fucking-lutely everything.”
“It changesnothing,” she quipped.
“You can tell yourself that if it makes you feel better,” he said.
She stormed past him and into the hallway. They walked down to the first floor in a seething silence. After grabbing her handbag from the office, they left.
He walked her to her car, parked nearby. She opened the door, turned back.
“All this could have been avoided if you had told me why you’d gotten angry at the wedding. We could have talked it out, and you would have learned that hookups don’t mean any more to me than they do to you.”
She got in her car, slammed the door, and started the engine.
“Lower your window,” he said.
She did.
Staring into her eyes, he regarded her with a cool gaze. “But if I had said something, I wouldn’t have gotten the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Turning on his heel, he sauntered to his car.
She drove over. “Go fuck yourself Nicholas Hawk.”
He grinned. “I’d much rather you do it.”
On a growl, she drove out of the parking lot.
“No going back now, babe,” he said as he lit up a cigarette and sucked down a satisfying drag.
TUESDAY, MID-MORNING, Hawk pulled into ALPHA’s parking lot. After the intense retreat last week—and the mission immediately after—he shouldn’t have been called in at all. But here he was, driving around back of the nondescript warehouse-looking structure in Tysons.
He exited his convertible, walked to the scanner. The heat of the sun was beating down on him. The July day was gonna be a scorcher, but he loved it. The hotter the better.
Whatwasn’tbetter was his relationship with Addison. They hadn’t spoken since his life-changing blow job two days ago. Not a text, no phone calls. Nada.
He hated that the sex had driven a wedge between them. She mattered to him… a lot. But he had to play this cool, so he was gonna chill.
The scanner light turned green and he sailed inside, popping his shades on his head. Down the hall to the break room for a cuppa joe. Next stop? Cooper’s office.
