“Aren’t you on the hockey team?” I’m pretty sure I remember Mia listing off his stats with all the others. The names and numbers are all jumbled in my head. I’m not sure how she keeps it straight.
He grins and leans into me so he doesn’t have to yell that loud. “Yeah, thought with Liam hitting on your friend, you might appreciate some company.”
My cheeks grow hot. This is definitely not typical. But before I was dating Chase, I never came to the parties. Maybe if I’d branched out, I would have had more options. If I’d gone to partiesandhad Mia do my makeupandDamon to dress me.
“Find someone else to hit on.” Hawk steps up and gives Wayne a look. Wayne holds his hands up and walks away.
“He didn’t even fight for me.” I sigh and shake my head, like I’m disappointed.
Hawk puts his hand next to my head on the wall and smirks down at me. “Did you want me to fight for you, baby girl?”
Shivers dance down my spine. It may be too soon to be flirting with guys, but it’s no longer off limits.
“So, were you sent over because you’re the one and done type of guy? Non-threatening to the other girls because they’ll get their turn when you finish with me?” I arch an eyebrow as I search his green eyes.
“Cam probably would have worked too, but I volunteered.” Hawk leans in to say in my ear. “Damon was going to tear poor Wayne a new asshole if someone didn’t get him to fuck off.”
I glance toward the dark corner I know Damon watches me from. Shivers work through me. “I guess he doesn’t want Olivia to go feral on my ass by coming over himself.”
“She’s got no right to be so territorial over him.” Hawk brushes my hair behind my ear, and sparks shimmer through me, making my panties damp and my insides heat.
“Do I have that right?” I’m aching to find out.
“You want to claim us, Annie? Show these other girls and all these guys that we’re yours?” His green eyes twinkle, and I wonder if he wants me to claim them. It’s not the game we’re playing, though.
“Can we leave yet?” I bite my lip.
He growls low enough that the sound rumbles through me. My insides are liquid fire.
He reaches for my hand and drags me deeper into the house instead of out the front door like I’d hoped. We pass through a room where the music is low and slow and there are couples making out on almost every surface.
Hawk chuckles and pulls me against him. “Wanna stop and watch for a while?”
I shake my head. Even though I’m curious, I want the others too. I want us to be alone with no one else watching or listening.
He keeps walking, and I struggle to keep up. This low buzz of energy flows through me at his rushing to get me alone. No one is in this part of the house as he takes me down to a lower level.
“Where are we going?” I whisper, afraid to get in trouble for being somewhere we shouldn’t.
“Out, without causing a scene.” His other hand holds his phone and he thumbs a message to someone. “Text Mia. Tell her you’re catching a ride.”
I think of what she told me earlier about fucking someone as revenge. Maybe it’s somewhat revenge, but I’m definitely all in on these guys. I fire off a text, and she sends me a devil emoji. She has no idea.
When we finally pass through an exterior door, their motorcycles are parked here. Hawk gives me his jacket to put on.
“She rides with me tonight.” Damon’s voice sends shivers through me.
I turn to watch them approach. Sparks dance through my system.
Cam sweeps me into his arms and kisses me thoroughly. “Please tell me you have that lipstick with you, goody.”
“I do.” Mia gave me the tube to keep in case I needed to reapply.
He smirks. “I’m going to need you to freshen it often for me.”
I arch an eyebrow, but Hawk puts my helmet on.
Damon’s already straddling his bike, and I climb on behind him and slide close so my lacy-covered pussy is against his denim ass, squeezing my thighs on the outside of his. His motorcycle rumbles beneath us as he pulls out from behind the house.
