Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Just building an appetite,” Hawke replies over his shoulder. I don’t even bother replying because we could go back and forth with this shit all night. Though, it does give me smug satisfaction when his gaze drops to my ass before his sweetheart directs his attention back to her.
I push myself against the guy I’m dancing with. I really have an issue with remembering people’s names. Despite being able to easily collect data on almost anyone, when it comes to men in person, they all seem to blur for me. Moving to the beat of the music, I drop my head to the side, giving my dance partner all the invitation he needs to start kissing my neck again.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says again, and I rub up against him, my hips moving faster. I can hear his breathing pick up and feel the slow rise of his cock. I love this power, knowing that he wants me and I’m in complete control of everything that will happen past this point.
It’s a woman’s gift, in my opinion, once we learn how to harness it.
Also known as pussy power.
He wants this.
Pity my mind is on the dickhead behind me, who, when I glance over my shoulder at him, is still watching me.
This guy is truly insufferable.
Luckily, the night is young.
I whisper into the guy’s ear with a smile. “Come find me later. I’m not done with my girlfriends yet, but I’ll go home with you.”
“What, just like that, you’re going to leave?” he asks, and I wave goodbye as I go back to where Hope and Posie are.
“Damn, girl, you’re like a Venus flytrap,” Posie says approvingly.
Hope is shaking her head. “Care to explain what’s happening between you and Hawke? And don’t tell me nothing. You two have so much sexual tension, it makes me want to be sick.”
I laugh as a waitress comes over with a tray of drinks for us. We look up at Jewel, Eli, and Dutton, who are watching us. Jewel salutes with her drink, obviously, the one who sent the drinks. I definitely like her.
I grab what smells like vodka and Red Bull. Come to Mama.
“You girls don’t fuck around,” Posie says, throwing back her drink as Hope does the same. I try not to laugh as I finally respond to Hope.
“I like to toy with him, and he does the same in return,” I tell her with a shrug of my shoulders. It’s not a total lie. I do love to toy with him.
“Looks like I’m not the only one playing games,” I say as I look pointedly at her detective, who’s pushing his way through the crowd.
Hope pauses when she sees Braxton. I can’t help but smirk as I look back up at Eli and Dutton, who are staring at him. He’s welcome here, to a degree, but everyone is still on edge about Hope’s new boyfriend. He’s shown his loyalty to her father, but respect has to be earned amongst these ranks. Macho shit, even though I’m certain they have already accepted him, they like busting newcomers balls.
I sense Hawke’s approach and put my hand up in his direction before I even face him, knowing him well enough. He stops in his tracks, always overtly protective of the women in our group, like a big brother. He scowls at me, and I make a shooing motion with my hands.
Braxton joins us, and I can’t help but feel overjoyed for Hope and the way she looks at him. She’s found someone who accepts her exactly how she is. Yet there’s a small part of me that feels like I’m being left behind. Basically, everyone is part of a couple now, and I still can’t understand the appeal.
But that’s above my pay grade. I grab another drink from the tray and hand it to Braxton. He frowns at it, but I encourage him to take it. “What’s wrong, detective? A little sugar gives you heart palpitations?”
“I’ve been warned about what nights out with you can be like,” he says with a charming smile as he accepts it.
Hope tries not to grin as he scoops her in for a kiss.
“It’s not me you might have to worry about tonight,” I say as I take another sip, my hips finding the rhythm again as I dance.
CHAPTER 6
Hawke
Avision in fucking pink, that’s exactly what she is. She has curves for days that can hypnotize any man. The way she moves, the way she dances. Fuck, the way she dances. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her on the dance floor, even with another woman in my arms. That’s the hold Ivy has over men, and I’m but a mere mortal.
Hours of drinking and the countdowns begin. I wanted to give this party a theme of resetting, and have a countdown at midnight so everyone has a reason to take another shot and make out. And I love the way it makes the birthday boy uncomfortable. He’s used to controlling everything, but he certainly doesn’t seem to be complaining as Posie grinds against him. He whispers something in her ear, and she giggles. And in the next minute, they can’t be found.