Page 16 of Mischievous Lies

“Lucky that’s the one I burned as soon as I got home.”

He’s smiling again as he puts the jug back in the fridge and then leans his elbows against the counter, stretching out in all his glory. The guy has no shame, but I can’t ridicule him since I do the same thing.

“If you’re back in town, is this a booty call?” he asks arrogantly but with a bit of hope.

I lean over my legs to grab my cereal bowl again and shrug nonchalantly. “Just wanted to give you some advice,” I say before taking another mouthful of my cereal.

“Oh, this should be interesting.”

I can’t help but follow the movement of his body, the bunching of his muscles. Hawke is not easy to ignore with a body like that. The vivid memory of when my hands once ran overevery ridge comes back to mind, making me almost salivate for it again. I ogle his tattoos; plenty more have been added since that night. His brother is the only one who tattoos him, and I can appreciate the art form on such a big-ass canvas. It’s a shame his obnoxious, cocky personality overrides his physical perfection. Then again, it’s the part I like about him the most, not that I’ll ever admit it.

I’ve never seen Hawke in action, though I have heard stories that he can get crazy when pushed, I imagine it’s very terrifying.

“I just thought you needed some tips,” I force out, reminding myself I have to speak instead of drooling into my bowl.

“Tips? Now, what type of tips do I need?” he asks. His gaze flicks toward the living room, most likely to check on the woman he was just fucking.

“With fucking,” I reply.

He chuckles. “You know firsthand that I can fuck. You can say you just wanted to hear my voice, lover.”

“The memory is a little hazy; we were both drunk. But I think I recall wondering when your dick actually entered me.”

He laughs then, a monstrous boom, bringing a smile to my face. I like the way Hawke laughs. It always sounds so freeing, but lately, when we have outings, I notice he doesn’t laugh as much.

“I remember every detail of your body,” he purrs, and it goes straight to my already pounding pussy. “But enlighten me. What’s your first pointer?”

I bite my lip, trying to decide how much of my hand I should tip. Should I let him know I’ve been watching him? I could keep it as my little secret, yet Hawke brings out my mischievous side.

“The way you just grabbed her hair and pulled on it was all types of wrong. You need to grab it from the roots. You see, as a fellow blondie, my hair is fragile, so it’s imperative to take hold of it correctly. If you don’t, you could break it.”

His gaze immediately slides up to the camera, and he smiles. I bite the edge of my nail, grinning like a dumbass.

“Is it?”

Busted.

CHAPTER 11

Hawke

Ivy is not only beautiful but one of the most intelligent women I’ve ever met, if not the most intelligent. I don’t need to fuel her ego anymore.

“Lucky your hair is short, and I’m forced to hold you by your throat instead,” I growl back. It fills me with satisfaction to know she’s been watching me. Everyone says I have a loud mouth and can’t keep a secret. For the most part, that’s true, but it comes as a reward now if she’s hacking into my home cameras to watch me. She can spy on me all she wants. I’ll give her a show every time.

“Too bad, I think you’ll look better with a collar. Do you think you’d crawl around for me like a good boy, Hawke?”

My cock twitches at the thought of this beautiful, bossy woman taking charge. “Do you want me to bark as well, lover? You can do whatever you want to me. You know that.”

“So easy,” she purrs.

“You can’t tell me you called me while watching me fuck and then intentionally giving yourself away just for a friendly chat. Please tell me this isn’t the first time you’ve watched me fuck other women.”

I never brought women back to my house until I got the cameras installed. I got the idea from Jewel, who’d broken into Eli’s home—this was before they were together—and installed her cameras. The idea of it, for this specific reason, intrigued me.

It’s gratifying to know even Ivy falls into temptation. I’ve been playing by her rules, keeping my distance, but the moment she gives me the chance, I’ll be on my knees, worshipping her.

“Do you think I have so much spare time?” she scoffs. “Goodnight, Hawke.”

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