Page 98 of Wife Number One

Rebel paused. “Seriously? Hawk?” She screwed up her face in disgust.

“Don’t do that,” I said quickly.

Her expression was still twisted in dislike. “Do what?”

I pointed at her expression. “You make faces every time his name comes up in conversation.”

“Yeah, because he’s the worst.” She drew her knee up to her chest and wrapped her arms around it. “He’s such a pig.”

“He’s not the worst,” I said quietly. “We both know that’s not true.”

Hawk might have been obnoxious and sarcastic and even self-centered, but there were men who did much worse things than that.

He was not the worst.

She glanced over at me and sighed. “Yes. We do. Sorry. But I can’t see Hawk agreeing unless War makes him.”

She was probably right. “Hayley Jade likes him. Maybe if I ask him nicely…”

“Uncle Hawk!” Remi shouted, stopping in the middle of her game.

Hayley Jade stopped playing as well, and to my surprise, waved her little hand at the figure coming along the path.

Rebel swore softly under her breath. “Well, damn. She does like him. That’s the first time I’ve seen her wave to anyone since you two got here.”

I’d stopped listening. I was too busy staring at the man, my heart pounding louder with every step closer he took. His gaze sought mine and held it, and the heat threatened to consume me.

His eyes were so green they were all I could think about. His lips were so perfectly shaped and had fit over my clit so well it was like I could feel them there right now.

His mouth quirked up like he knew exactly what I was thinking about.

Because he was thinking about it too.

Rebel cleared her throat in a way that somehow sounded disapproving. “Your kid has poor taste in men, Kara. Please don’t tell me it’s hereditary.”

I snapped my head in her direction. “What?”

Why on earth had that come out kind of breathless? Why did my skin suddenly feel so hot it could peel off?

She gripped my arm, her eyes widening in shock. “You like him!”

I swatted at her, panic creeping up my throat that she would realize the truth in her words. That she could somehow sense what I’d let him do to me in the bedroom just behind us. “Stop it!” I hissed. “I’m married.”

Rebel narrowed her gaze. “You’re married to a monster. Nobody around here is going to judge you for not honoring wedding vows you were forced into making.”

I didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t like Rebel and Bliss who could talk about sex and orgasms like they were chatting about the weather.

The only person I wanted to talk about orgasms with was the man walking up my front steps and leaning on my porch railing like he owned the place.

Rebel glowered at him. “Look who showed up to wreck the day. Go away.”

“Nope.” He popped the P, just to piss her off. “It’s Kara’s place, and she likes me. Isn’t that what you just said?”

I glared at my sister, mortified Hawk had heard her.

She grimaced. “Oops.”

He leaned in, his lips to my ear so only I could hear. “Don’t worry, Little Mouse. Your sweet, wet pussy and the way you came on my fingers told me exactly how much you like me. Rebel’s big mouth didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.”

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