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“Would you stop cock-banging me?” I complained, pulling the crocheted phallus away from her. “And no, I’m not.”

Okay, it wasn’t a total lie. Hawk and I had done a lot of things the past few days, but we hadn’t actually had sex.

“I would be. He looks like a total zaddy in that suit. And with those shoulders? It has to be custom.”

“I guess it probably is,” I mused, casting one more glance at his retreating back. “This is the first time I’ve seen him dressed up like that, but yeah, he’s definitely wearing the hell out of it.”

She took her penis back and propped it on top of her cart. “I need to go empty this cart so I can buy more books. You want to grab something to eat and then come back this afternoon?”

“Sounds good. Let me text Charli and Taz to see if they’re hungry.”

After a fun lunch at a local taqueria, we all headed back to the book con. By the time it was done at four, I’d purchased a few more books, and Megan had filled her cart twice.

“They love to see me coming,” she said. “I’m going to the restroom. Will you watch my stuff?”

“Of course. I’m just going to find my cousin.”

“Ooh, he’s a hot one too,” Meg said dreamily. “Those blue eyes.”

I dragged her heavy cart toward the front doors where I found Cam and Woody standing on either side as the attendees filed out of the signing room. The other guys were sweeping the room to make sure there weren’t any stragglers.

“Did you have fun today?” Cam asked, giving me a quick hug once everyone was outside.

“Yes! It was a blast. I met a bunch of people, and I hope to check out the rest of the authors tomorrow.”

Done with their tasks, the other members of the DFW Security Force approached. “All right,” Shark said, “everyone go get some food and rest before tonight’s event. Here are your room keys.”

He started passing them out. “Woody and Taz, room 324. Bode and Tank, you’re in 326. Cam and I are in 328, and Hawk, your room is 330. I thought you might want a room to yourself in case you have any extracurricular activities planned.” He winked.

My stomach dipped as Hawk took his key, his eyes darting toward me.

“Thank god,” Woody mumbled. “No one wants to be a witness to all that.”

“I’m working,” Hawk said curtly.

“You’re not on overnight duty though,” Bode said with a smirk. “I’m sure you have something fun lined up. Or two somethings? I’m betting it’s those two brunettes who were following you around all day. The ones with the…” He held cupped hands in front of his chest to indicate big boobs.

My stomach was now somewhere in the vicinity of my big toe.

“Ah, yes. Hawk does love his multiples. What was that you used to call it?” Cam asked, nudging my roommate with his elbow. “Multi-tasking?”

I was staring at the floor trying not to feel sick at the images those words conjured up in my brain when Megan returned from the restroom. “All done. You ready to go, Mallori?”

I could feel Hawk’s steady, burning gaze on my face as I avoided his eyes. “Yep, let’s go,” I replied, trying to sound chipper but overshooting the mark by about a thousand percent.

“I’ll walk you two to your car,” Hawk said, but I was already moving out the door.

“No need. I have my pepper spray if I need it.”

My mind barely processed Megan’s excited chatter as I drove out of the parking garage and got on the interstate. I think I replied with oh yeah and uh-huh at the appropriate times. Enough to keep her from being suspicious, anyway.

But all I could think of was Hawk as I wondered how many women he would take back to his hotel room tonight.

Fuck.

Chapter 32

“It’s fine. Totally fine,” I muttered as I entered the house and dropped my bags on the coffee table. “The fact that I’m talking to myself is not an indication that I’m bothered by this.”

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