Her eyes soften when she looks deep into mine. “Hawke, we’ll be fine, we’re only going dancing,” she says, patting my chest. “And I promise not to get too drunk.”
“Too drunk?” I growl. “There’s no way in hell I’m allowing you to get drunk without me there.”
“Hawke, stop being a jack—“ I cut her off as I smash my lips to hers, loving how soft they feel against mine. She moans into my mouth and I sneak my hands around her luscious body, cupping her sweet ass and pulling her into my hard cock. The kiss ends too soon when a horn outside sounds, announcing her cab is here.
I slap her ass when I say, “Be good, baby.”
She smiles at me and pulls me forward by my cut, and kisses me deeply one last time. Her tongue delves into my mouth, tasting every part of it. Nipping my bottom lip, she pulls back slowly. “You just make sure you don’t let any strippers touch what is mine,” she says all serious-like.
“Baby, why would I want a stripper when I have you to come home to? You’re all I ever want or need.” It’s Quill’s bachelor party too. The boys have arranged for us to go to the strippers tonight, but I can’t say Quill or I are happy about the idea. We’re both crazy about our women, and the fact that we’ll be surrounded by strippers doesn’t sound too appealing. Quill gets married in a week, and although Quill wasn’t up for a bachelor party, he had no choice; the brothers organized a night at Black Panthers and he didn’t have the heart to tell them he didn’t want anything.
I’m not exactly thrilled myself; while my woman is out clubbing, I’ll be worried about her all night. But I’m hoping with Jasmine being pregnant and all, she’ll want to have an early night, but I don’t like my chances. Jasmine is Quill’s old lady. She’s beautiful and kind and has a bit of sass. She’s everything Quill needs. I never thought I’d see the day he’d settle down but when he first set his sights on Jasmine at his father’s hotel, there was no escaping the fact that he fell deep for her. Sure, they had their problems, don’t we all? But what’s important is that their love survived, and when Jasmine was taken hostage by the Gypsy Brothers, as collateral to get Quill to join our clubs together, I have to admit, I didn’t think Jasmine would mentally survive the ordeal. But we got her out safe, and even though Quill had to make some decisions that included the death of his old man, they made it through the tough times. And now she’s having his baby and they get married in a week, I couldn’t be any happier for them.
I love Jasmine like my own sister, and I’m happy as fuck I met her. Because if I didn’t, I never would have met Luisa, and she has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I thought I wouldn’t love again after Josie but something tells me I’m falling for Luisa. Josie did a real number on me all those years ago, but with Luisa, life is easy. She accepts my brothers and me for who we are. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her about Josie yet but I’ll find the right time. I’ve explained my past to Jasmine, but I know she won’t say anything to Luisa, she has my back. I want to be the one to tell Luisa. I’m not sure I’ll ever want to get married again. I’m not sure it’s on the cards for me. All I know is that I like what Luisa and I have, so why ruin it? I just hope Luisa understands that, and for now I will give her everything I have.
I lift the front of Luisa’s dress, and she moans as I lightly run my finger over her folds through her panties. “Hawke,” she gasps, and her eyes shut at the pure pleasure my finger brings.
I cup her pussy, and demand, “Open your eyes, babe.” Her eyes flutter open. “No one gets to touch this,” I state. “This is mine and only mine. And when you get home, I’m gonna prove that to you. You got me?” I pat her pussy before I remove my hand. I hear her whimper as her body moves forward, pressing against mine. I smile and kiss her nose. “Tonight,” I whisper, the word coming out as a promise.
“But…. You can’t start something and leave me hanging, Hawke,” she whines.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, noticing it’s Quill on the other end. “I have to take this, baby,” I say and walk out, Luisa following behind.
“Fine, take it, I have to go anyway. Jasmine has been cranky as hell these last few days, and I don’t need to give her another reason to yell at me for keeping her waiting.”
“Hey, what’s up?” I say into my phone.
“Where the fuck are you, man? If I gotta be here, then you gotta be beside me.” Quill’s voice is loud, probably trying to compete with the music and whistles I can hear in the background. He must already be at Black Panthers. He also sounds keen for me to get there, possibly to rescue him from our brothers’ plans for the night.
“I’m on my way, brother, just making sure Luisa is okay.”
“Come on, Luisa, get your butt in the cab,” I hear yelled from the roadside as Luisa locks the front door. “It’s my bachelorette party, remember?” A wide smile touches my lips when I see Jasmine yelling out from the cab’s window. “Hawke, let her go,” she continues. “If Quill can be civilized then so can you. Now let her get her ass in here.” She opens the door of the cab for Luisa. I look to the rear of the cab and spot Torch and Rhyder, our new prospects, nearby. Quill has organized for them to follow along and keep an eye on our women. I nod to them and they respond by doing the same.
I catch Luisa’s hand as she walks toward the cab, bringing her back to me. I cup her cheek with my other hand and rest my forehead on hers, loving her sudden intake of breath. “Be careful, baby,” I say in all seriousness.
“Of course, I always am,” she replies, smirking.
I peck her lips before she gets into the cab, taking a seat beside Jasmine. She waves as they drive off, and I sigh. What the fuck is wrong with me? Get it together. She’s changed you. I laugh at my behavior and straddle my bike, taking off toward Black Panthers, where I know the boys will be celebrating, and most likely be drunk.