Page 230 of Virgin's Dirty Boss
“Should we go check on Hunter?” I suggested.
Hawk’s chest rumbled with laughter. “You think this is what parents do? Fuck in hidden closets and then tuck in their kids?”
I giggled. I’d never thought about it. I didn’t know what they did. How did my friends with kids balance marriage and children along with their careers? I thought about the tired faces I saw every morning in the teacher’s lounge. Moms who were up all night with a feverish baby. Moms who spent extra hours on homework. Moms who tried to squeeze in a girls’ night and stayed out too late because they were desperate for something of their own.
But I’d never thought about those tired faces from this. From mind-blowing, can’t-get-enough-of-it sex. Because those women put time and energy into their relationships. Because they stayed up all night having one epic orgasm after another.
“I guess so. I hope so.” I planted a kiss on his firm lips. I wanted that to be true. I wanted this to be our new reality.
“Shh.” He silenced me, turning off the vibrator with a quick flick.
“What is it?”
“It’s quiet out there. Completely quiet.”
“So?”
“So, I don’t think we need to leave the closet for a long long time.”
I wiggled back on the length of his cock. It was hard again. Wide and pulsing. The wetness dripped between us. The aftermath of our storm of passion.
“Oh?” I answered innocently.
The hum started up again and I felt the tingles shiver through me from what I knew was coming next. My body was on fire.
“You’re not going to be shy are you?” he asked.
I shook my head slowly. With Hawk I was anything but shy. I was the woman I’d always wanted to be.
“Hey, Daddy,” I greeted my father, standing and kissing him on the cheek.
We both had Saturdays off. Hawk had taken Hunter with him to the stadium. I decided to call my dad and see if he wanted to meet for lunch.
“Hey there, beautiful. You sure look happy today.”
I couldn’t help but flashback to last night and the erotic session in Hawk’s arms. I wondered if that had anything to do with how beautiful I looked today.
“Do I? Thanks,” I said, taking a seat and signaling to the waiter that we were ready to place our drink orders.
Once our waiter had the order we had a chance to talk.
“So, how are things going in the Hawkins household?” he asked.
“Pretty good. I have to say I am surprised by how attentive Kane is to Hunter. They seem to be a good match.”
“That’s great news. I was really hoping so. Kane is a good guy, he’s just had a rough past and can’t seem to let go of some that anger. I’m hoping you can help him with that.”
“Me?” I squeaked, choking on my water.
“You know what I mean. You’re great with these kind of kids.”
“Kane is not a kid, dad. I wouldn’t even consider putting him in that category.”
“I know that, but I think if someone had taken time with him when he was a child then he might not have the anger inside him he does now.” My father leaned back in the booth.
“I don’t think he’s that angry. I think he’s misunderstood.” He wasn’t the same man I had met that night at the bar.
The guy who had slugged the slimy biker was still buried under there somewhere, but that wasn’t the man I had spent my days and nights with lately. The man I gave myself to was someone who cared about a lost child. A man who opened his home and his heart to a kid who needed help. A man who brought me out of my shell. I smiled.
