Mystery Man(96)
“You will?” Tracy asked, eyes big, an offer of a ride home further endorsement that she was right never to give up hope.
“Sure,” Hawk answered.
Her eyes darted back and forth between Hawk and me before she said, “I’d like to stay.”
“Then stay,” Hawk returned, handed me my drink and leaned forward again to nab the last of the apple slices.
The girl posse mobilized. Tracy and I said good-bye to Cam and Elvira at the door, me assuring them I had clean up covered. When they called their adieus, Hawk’s farewell was a jerk of the chin from his position standing in the opened fridge. After they left, Tracy and I went to the kitchen, Hawk went to his desk, flipped up his laptop and I saw the screen illuminate his face before he turned on the desk lamp. Tracy tidied while I steamed veggies and spooned out cottage cheese. Hawk approached when I was dumping veggies on the plate and Tracy was shaking another batch of cosmos. We retired to the seating area, Tracy back to her recliner, Hawk in his corner, me pressed to his side while he ate.
With Tracy, Hawk wasn’t like he was with me during our date. He conversed. He was at ease, sometimes funny, not exactly open but not deliberately closed and, if it could believed, often charming.
Hmm.
By the time Hawk excused himself to put his plate in the dishwasher and go back to his laptop, Tracy was practically shimmering with joy and this only had a little to do with the fact she’d drunk three cosmos.
She and I chatted and giggled (mostly giggled) and finally Hawk took her home. When they were gone, I finished up tidying, got ready for bed, climbed in and was about to nod off when I heard the garage door open. It wasn’t long after when the lights went out one by one through Hawk’s lair, I heard him moving around the bed platform, I felt his warm hand on the small of my back then his weight hit the bed.
I rolled into him before he could curl into my back.
His arm wrapped around me. “So, what’s the verdict?” he asked into the dark, totally knowing why the girls were there that night.
“Apparently, I’m Queen Crash and Burn,” I answered.
“Come again?”
“Leo calls me Queen Crash and Burn. I flirt then I leave them hanging.”
“Babe,” was his reply.
“It didn’t occur to me but I guess I do this.”
“My boys call you Mistress Blueballs.”
My body got tight and his hand slid into my nightshirt, pushing it up.
“They do?” I asked.
“Yep,” he answered, the nightshirt still going up.
“Elvira said they don’t gossip.”
The nightshirt went way up, my arms were forced to go up with it then it was gone.
Totally a take it off because it gets in the way man.
His hand slid down my back and right into my panties to cup my ass.
Mm. Nice.
“They don’t talk around Elvira,” he went on. “They learned. She’s pathologically friendly, in your business and adopts every woman who drifts in and out of their lives. Hard to scrape someone off when you’re workin’ with their new best friend.”
Hmm. This said a lot, since she’d done this with me and Hawk apparently didn’t give a shit.
I decided maybe for now I should let that one go.
“Mistress Blueballs?” I prompted.
“You know I’ve watched you. They saw it happen. You give all the right signals, the promise of you so hot they’d sell an organ to get in there then you close down.”
Hmm.
His hand at my ass pulled me deeper into his body as his knee forced its way between my legs so I had no choice but to hitch my leg around his hip and his head came up before his face disappeared in my neck.
“What else was decided tonight?” he whispered against my skin, I shivered and my arms slid around him, the one at the bottom forcing its way under his weight so I could get to the sleek skin and muscled contours of his back.
“They gave me food for thought,” I replied also in a whisper and felt his smile against my neck.
“Right,” he returned quietly then I felt his tongue.
Mm.
My hands started moving on his back as I pressed my hips into his and his thigh moved higher.
Mm.
“Troy says you’re gonna walk all over me,” I announced for reasons unknown even to me and I said it. “In combat boots,” I finished.
His head went back to the pillows. “You talked with Troy?”
I nodded against the pillows, wishing I hadn’t said anything because saying something lost me his mouth. “After Ginger.”
“Babe, he doesn’t know me enough to say shit like that.”
“He said the same thing. You didn’t know him enough to say what you said to him.”
“I see he didn’t take that opportunity to man up,” Hawk muttered.