A knock sounded on the door impeding our mutual admiration society that was about to break out in sexy times.
“Tell them to go away,” I whispered and licked the soft spot behind his ear.
“There will be plenty of time for that after I deal with Foster. I promise you’re going to be licking a whole lot more than my neck.”
I licked him again.
“Naughty vixen. Get dressed before I decide to string you up and spank your pretty ass.”
I choose door number two. “That sounds more like my idea of fun.”
“Go.”
I wanted to be irritated at that domineering tone, but it sent tingles to all my fun places. “Fine. Don’t be surprised if you’re the one getting spanked later.”
“You wish.”
God, yes. This was everything I’d missed too terribly and deeply.
I grabbed my robe but didn’t even have it over my shoulders when the door to my room crashed open.
I squeaked and jumped behind Grayson.
Hawk stomped into the room. “Dude, what the fuck is going on? I thought you had this Foster thing under control.”
Gray held his hand up blocking Hawk from coming any further into the room. “Give us a minute, man.”
I know the kink world doesn’t give a hoot about being naked and even relishes in watching said naked people do fun things, but not one, but two men had invaded our space and ruined the mood. That was two fucking more than I could handle. I propped my robe in front of me, blocking any prying eyes, not like Hawk hadn’t seen it all and more, but he didn’t have the right to ogle me today.
“Hawky-poo,” I snarked. “Could you please fuck off and go play with Lilly?”
“Yeah, I’d sure as shit like to lovey, but Foster has her and I’m about to kill someone.”
Coño, un desmadre. Lilly and Hawk were so far into each other and their own D/s power exchange and I hadn’t figured Foster as her Master and his arrival into their equation.
Yikes, and I’d practically pushed her into Hawk’s arms. Foster be damned, I had every intention of helping Hawk keep her there, and me with Gray.
Foster could go to hell and I’d gladly show him the way.