Page 4 of Risky Business

HAWK

Iclose the bedroom door and lean against the hardwood. Speaking of hardwood, I reach down and adjust my fucking cock. It’s been in a constant state of armed and ready since the moment Tia smiled at me this morning.

I’m starting to worry about permanent damage from this permanent erection. “Get your shit together,” I growl to myself. “You’re acting like a sixteen-year-old kid, not a thirty-nine-year-old man.” Blood roars through my veins as I take several deep breaths, trying to control the hunger consuming me. If I want to win over my little kitten, I need to be at my best.

Figuring an ice-cold shower might help ease some of the pressure, I strip and turn the knob to colder than a well digger’s ass. My erection laughs at my piddly efforts to rein him in. The frigid water only adds fuel to the fire. I lean my back against the icy marble wall before taking matters into my own hand. Literally. My aggressive strokes combine with my dirty thoughts to bring me to the edge of climax. Imagining my curvy little kitten’s tight pussy squeezing my cock in a bruising grip while I fuck her from behind sends me the rest of the way over. The orgasm races through my body, sending jets of my cum down the drain.

I’m pulling on dress pants when my phone dings. I reach for it and roll my eyes when I see a text from Falcon, my younger brother.

Have you lost your ever-loving mind?

I guess he’s been talking to our sister. I type out a quick response before tossing the phone onto the navy-blue velvet comforter.

Probably.

The phone chimes again before I’m able to button my shirt. I glance down at the message and sigh. I guess Raven told our brother absolutely everything.

Cash Jamison is going to cut off your family jewels if he finds out you’re messing with his little girl.

I don’t care if I have to take on her family and mine. Tia Jamison belongs to me, and it’s time the entire knows it.

I’m not messing with her. I’m fucking making her my wife.

This time, the phone rings and I reach for it. “What?”

“Man, you have to give me warning before you send texts like that,” my brother growls. “I spit my fucking coffee all over my desk.”

“Dumb fuck.” I finish dressing while my younger brother rambles on in my ear about Cash Jamison hiding my body.

“Look,” I interrupt his lecture, “I’m busy. Do you need anything, or did you just call to act like my mother?”

“Since our mother is as useless as tits on a boar hog, I wouldn’t act like her in a million years. I’m acting like someone who cares about you. Nona Evelyn would smack you over the head and call you an idiot.” He reminds me of our unique family dynamics. “I’m trying to save your goddamn life,” Falcon growls. “This isn’t funny. Cash is going to string your balls up and wear them around his neck.”

“He can try. You know, your lack of faith in my ability to hold my own with him is disappointing,” I tell Falcon.

“I know you’re one tough motherfucker.” He sighs. “But that’s going to be one pissed-off papa bear.” I’m not going to argue with my brother.

“I gotta go.” I hang up on Falcon, cutting off his rant. I press the power button, turning off my phone before slipping it into my pocket. I don’t want any interruptions while wooing my little kitten.

I step into the living room and find my girl standing at the window looking out on the city. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” She jumps and spins around at the sound of my voice.

“Not too long.” She smiles. I watch her tiny white teeth dig into her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to kiss the tiny injury. The thought of touching my luscious little kitten sends all the blood in my body straight to my cock. “But I am starving.”

“So am I.” Only I’m not hungry for food. I want to taste my curvy little kitten. “Would you like to order in or go down to the restaurant?” I surprise myself by asking. I hope she chooses a nice quiet evening just the two of us.

“Ordering in sounds heavenly.” I stare at her while grabbing my phone out of my pocket. I send Josh a quick message, asking him to send dinner up to the suite, then turn my attention back to my girl.

“It should be here soon.” She swallows as I make my way over to her. “Why don’t we get to know each other while we wait?” I take her soft hand in mine and lead her to the sofa.

“Sounds like a plan.” My brave kitten takes a deep breath and sits down next to me. “What do you want to know?” She glances up, and I notice a few freckles dotting her soft cheeks. My tongue tingles with the urge to taste each little dot.

“Everything.” It’s fucking true. I want to know everything about my girl. First, I need to get her to trust me. “But I’ll start with the basics.” I lift her soft hand to my lips and place a light kiss across her knuckles. I watch an adorable blush move up across her cheeks and realize she’s feeling this intense pull, too.

“Uh.” Tia breathes in deeply. “I’m twenty-four. I have two younger, pain-in-the-rear brothers who think they run my life. My parents are wonderful, but they tend to try to coddle me a little too much and run my life.” She shrugs. “Those are my basics. Now, what are your basics?” Tia glances over and waits for me to answer.

“I’m thirty-nine. The oldest of three kids. My brother, Falcon, is thirty-five and my sister, Raven, is twenty-three. I spent six years in the Marines before my Granddad Leo got sick. I decided to come back to Nashville and run Inked Knight Records. The rest is history. Oh, and just so you know, I don’t plan on running your life, but I’d like to be a very big part of it.”

Tia swallows, and I watch emotions flit quickly through her expressive steel gray eyes. “I take it your parents are bird fans?” She smirks. “You know the whole Hawk, Raven, and Falcon thing?” I’m tempted to kiss the sassy expression from her silky lips.

“Certified tree-huggers,” I confirm. “They’re off in the wilds of Africa trying to save some animal from extinction.”

“That’s admirable.” Tia leans back against me, sending hunger shooting down my spine.

“I guess.” I shrug and admit, “It’s a painful subject. They left us to be raised with family members while they went off to save wildlife.” With age, I’ve gotten over the pain missing them caused, but it’s still a sore subject. “They’re basically strangers to us.”

A knock at the door interrupts us, and I’m relieved I don’t have to explain my dysfunctional family in-depth to the woman I’m hoping to keep forever. It always pisses me off when I’m forced to think about my parents, and I don’t want anything to distract me from my task. Wooing my little kitten.

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