I needed space. Air. A place to breathe. I knew that much. I bolted from the table and found a quiet place in the back hallway on the other side of the storage room. There was a screen door that led to the employee parking lot. I leaned against the wall and tried to steady my breathing.
My first night. The very first night here and I was acting like a drunk college girl being hit on by the school’s quarterback. I had to get my shit together.
I tensed when I heard the sound of boots cross past the employees only boundary. His shadow made it around the corner before I saw him. The only light came from the storage room. His face was dark. His body towered over mine.
“Hey.”
He pressed his hand into the wood over my shoulder, closing the gap between us. I placed my hands against his chest like I was going to push him away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.
“Hi,” I whispered.
I didn’t know what was happening. I could smell the beer on his breath and faint traces of cologne from his shirt.
“What are you doing back here?” he asked.
I hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes all night. Too much lust and hunger was buried there, but I took a chance. As soon as I did, I knew it was a mistake. He wanted to devour me. Now.
“I needed a break,” I whispered.
“Break from what?” he teased. His body leaned into mine and I sighed. He was a solid mass of muscle and strength.
I knew exactly what I wanted to hear from him. Some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t the man I had read about. That the fact that he had followed me back to the private hallway meant he didn’t think of me like he did the rest of the bimbos that worked here. I wanted something that I knew Crawford Hawkins wasn’t capable of giving me. So why didn’t I get the hell out of this shadow?
“What is it exactly that you want from me?” I asked, my voice raspy with nervousness.
His lips brushed over mine without touching my skin. “I wanted to see if I was right.”
My heart pounded. Thank God there was blaring music and a bar full of people celebrating the Sharks’ win or he would hear what he was doing to me.
“Right about what?”
“How wet you are.”
My eyes grew wide as I drew a ragged breath.
Before I could return his blatant presumption with a smartass comment, he ran his fingers over my lips and slowly dragged them down between my breasts. I sighed with lust. So much fucking lust. He stopped just shy of the waistband of my cutoffs and wrapped my other arm around his waist.
“H-how…” I squeaked out as his fingers slipped under the hem of my shorts.
Even in the dark I could see his perfect sexy grin.
“Nice. Cotton panties? That's a first. Usually women have lace or nothing at all.”
I could barely control my breathing. “I’m not your type.” And I wasn’t. I’d never done anything close to this before. Why was I doing it now?
“Oh darllin’. I don’t doubt that, but I don’t need a perfect compatibility match for what I want to do to you.”
“What do you want to do?” I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to know.
“Fuck you. I want to fuck you. Hard,” he whispered in my ear, and I could feel the sudden wetness between my legs. My breathing was erratic and the only way I could keep my knees from buckling was to squeeze his arms as tightly as I could.
“You always get what you want?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“You don’t get the top by being a loser. I'm a fucking winner. I'm the star quarterback for the DC Sharks and in my professional career, I’ve scored more touchdowns than any other man before me. I'm quick and I'm skilled, on and off the field. Am I cocky? Damn right. Who wouldn't be in my shoes? When I want something, I go after it and I get it.”
Oh God. He was an arrogant asshole. Cocky. Brash. And yet I was falling for it like a damn groupie. I was pinned against the wall, reveling in the feel of his body holding me in place.
I rolled my eyes, needing to find some of my own strength buried somewhere inside me. “Did you really just say that to me?”
He smiled and slipped his fingers past the fabric. My breath hitched and I moaned.
“You do have a wild streak somewhere in there, don't you?” he asked as my wet warmth covered my fingers. I groaned as he slowly circled my clit and ran his finger to my entrance.
“I-I can’t do this here. We’re in a hallway.” I didn’t even recognize the raspiness of my own voice.
“Call me Hawk. I want to hear my name on your lips when I’m fucking you. You understand?” he asked as he plunged a second finger inside me.
My head fell back against the wall. His fingers were thick and skilled. My hips jumped at every touch.
“Do you want more? Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to fuck you? Tell me.”
I laughed and he pressed my clit with his thumb, almost bringing me to my knees. Holy shit. The heat radiating off our bodies was palatable. I liked it and now, more than even I imagined, I wanted more.
“Hawk, I can't do this,” I whispered, knowing I was clenching and gripping his fingers with sudden rhythm.
“Why not?” he asked, running his lips down my neck. My eyes closed from the intensity of everything we were doing.
The eroticism of potentially being caught. The taboo of hooking up with a customer on my first night. The good girl in me craving this bad boy. Knowing everything about this was wrong. So much wrong.
“Look at me. I want to see the lust in your eyes,” he commanded.
I was lost in pleasure and sensation. His fingers had taken me to the brink of insanity. I had no thoughts. No power to make a rational decision. I was drawn to this man. This complete stranger like a moth to a flame.
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As she looked up at me, she bit down on her lower lip, and I was within an inch of losing what self-control I had.
“Babe, you have no idea how much I'd like to bend you over right here, right now, and ...”
“What a gentleman,” she scoffed between breaths.
“I have never claimed to be and clearly you must know that, considering all those tabloids you read,” I replied, plunging my fingers into her deeper than before.
She moaned low in her throat. I could feel her walls tightening around me, getting ready to send her over the edge, but I refused to let her go. I slowed the tempo and pulled one finger out and then the second. She whimpered at the loss.
Oh, how I loved that sound.
It was like a drug to me.
She drew in a shallow breath, unable to speak. I smiled, knowing that I had her right where I wanted her.
“What if someone comes in this way? I don't want to be known as the girl who fucked Crawford Hawkins in a hallway.”
I brushed the hair from her shoulder. “So I was right? You do want to fuck me.”
“Yes.” She paused. “No,” she said, averting her eyes from my stare. “Yes.”
I took her hand, threading my fingers through hers, and led her to the storage room.
“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened.
“Baby, you might not know this, but there are two things I never joke about: football and fucking.”
She bit her lip in that sexy way again as I pulled her into the room with me. There was a long table on one side that was stacked with takeout boxes. On the opposite wall was a tower of shelves overflowing with silverware, salt, pepper, napkins, and beer pilsners.
The other space was filled with cases of beer and kegs. I looked at the table. It would work.
I locked the door.
“Right here?” She looked skeptical.
My fingers flicked the button on her shorts as I shimmied them over her firm ass and toned thighs. I lifted her easily onto the table as she gasped at my quickness.
“You’re fucking hot. You know that?”
I dipped to kiss her, my tongue running between her lush soft lips. She purred under the ki
ss, sucking on my tongue, nipping at my mouth for more. Hell, she was a spitfire disguised as an angel. A beautiful angel I was going to fuck in the back of Catch. My cock was hard against my jeans.
My fingers found their favorite place between her slice of heaven. I circled once before she closed her eyes, biting down on her lip with pleasure. I exhaled in a growl and fought the urge to sink into her now.
I ran my fingers between her slick folds, drawing deep thrusts from her hips. I kissed her harder, grabbing a handful of hair and smashing her mouth to mine. She tasted like the sweetness of rain. I had to know if the rest of her was just as sweet.
I broke from her mouth, dropping to my knees. She started to protest, but I yanked her ass toward the edge of the table, propped her feet on my shoulders, and ripped the thin cotton panties off her pussy.
“Oh God.” Her head reeled back in passion.
I wanted every bit of her swollen clit. I teased it with my tongue, flicking with quick strokes. Her cream flowed freely and I grinned. Fucking her was going to be epic.
“God,” she muttered.
“That’s right, baby,” I growled before sucking her clit with controlling force. Her heels dug into my shoulders and she jutted forward, spreading her pussy wide for my access.
I licked and lapped. Stroked and pumped until she panted.
“I’m going to…”
“Oh yeah.” My dick was so hard, I thought I’d come like this too. Watching this beautiful woman lose it from my tongue.
I pumped my fingers inside her, widening them as my tongue stroked her clit. She needed a little warmup if she was going to accommodate everything I had to give her with my cock. And I was generous in bed. Or in the back of a bar. I wanted her to come as many times as humanly possible.
Her breathing was heavy and throaty. “Hawk, oh God.”
I reached for my zipper as the first wave of her orgasm started to roll. I wanted to feel this. The constricting walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. Just a taste. I wanted to fuck her once or twice in this ecstasy.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers. She was so close I could feel it building in her. Her breath was coming in short small gasps.
“Come for me. I want to feel your sweet honey coat my cock.” I freed my dick just as her eyes opened and landed on my monstrous erection. I was going to fuck her so hard we would both be breathless and senseless.
I rose from my knees. Keeping one hand pumping in and out of her, the other guiding my cock to her tight heated paradise.
One.
Two.
Three pumps. I nudged the tip against her opening. I hissed at the fire between her legs.
And then we heard it. The banging on the door. The fist to wood sound that hammered into both of us. Fuck.
“Hawk? You in there, you bastard?”
Mia’s eyes darted to mine in complete fear and I wasn’t sure she wasn’t in pain. She was on the brink of having an epic orgasm delivered by Crawford Hawkins. No one should be deprived of that. She scooted back on the table, looking for something to cover herself with in a state of panic.
I pressed a finger to my lips, silencing her.
She shook her head rapidly.
“It’s ok,” I whispered.
“What, Joe? I’m on the phone,” I yelled through the door.
The handle jiggled. Bastard was still trying to get in.
“You’ve got a situation out here.”
“What is it?” I had a fucking situation in here. I was ready to spend ten minutes in nirvana and he was cock-blocking me.
Mia had quietly stepped one foot and then another to the floor and reached for her shorts.
“Kennedy’s here.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “I’ll be right out.” I stuffed my dick in my pants, trying like hell to adjust myself when it was nearly impossible.
I waited a second to make sure Joe was no longer in the hall before cracking the door. “He’s gone,” I reported.
“Kennedy?” she asked.
I rubbed the back of my head. “Nobody.”
“I bet,” she huffed, pulling the shorts over her tan legs. The scowl on her face was surprisingly sexy.
I held up the pair of torn panties. “Forgetting something?” I teased.
She glared at me, trying to snatch them from my hands.
“I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir.” I stuffed them in my pocket.
Her mouth opened in surprise. “Give them back.”
“You can have them back when we finish what we started,” I offered.
She re-tied her waitress apron and tried to brush past me. “It shouldn’t have happened. It got out of hand.”
“It didn’t even get close to where it needed to go, baby.” I raised my eyebrow at her.
I could tell she was still trying to calm her breathing. I had the same problem. My cock was a rod of steel in my pants and wanted to burst free and take this pretty girl.
I slipped a hand over her hip, drawing her toward me. I tipped her chin upward. I couldn’t help it. Kennedy was waiting. Joe was waiting. But I hadn’t had enough. I hadn’t gotten what I wanted.
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Mia
His mouth was over mine and I felt a growl vibrate from his chest. My knees weakened and everything in my core tightened again in an instant. I relaxed into his arms, falling into his powerful hold. His tongue flicked against mine and I thought for a second that I could kiss this guy forever.
I didn’t care if I was in the back of a bar. Or that it could cost me this job. The job I took to help cover the rest of my bills. None of that seemed to matter when his tongue danced in perfect rhythm anywhere on my body.
He broke the kiss and I felt the quick plunge of regret sink in my stomach. What the hell had I done?
“I’ve gotta go, baby.” He tapped the tip of my nose. “Raincheck?” He winked.
There was no way in hell I was going to end up fucking some huge American Football Association star next to a stack of Styrofoam containers.
I nodded my head too eagerly. Everything in me ached. I was so close to coming in the most amazing and erotic way. I didn’t want to admit it had been way too long since a man had made those kinds of sounds emanate from my throat. I’d almost lit on fire the instant he touched me. Hawk was sexy and hot. He was a playboy. And he had made me break any and all rules I had ever lived by.
He stepped toward the door. “Count to ten or something before you walk out,” he instructed.
“Fine.” I didn’t want to sound like a bitch. It wasn’t his fault. It was my own for letting him drag me back here.
Now he had my panties in his pocket. I was turned on more than I ever had been in my life and I doubted I could ever ease that pain without him. Damn it.
He closed the door and I was left alone in the supply room to face the reality of what I had almost just done.
I yanked my phone from one of the apron pockets and quickly typed his name into the search engine.
My jaw dropped when I saw the list of headlines. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Maybe I had dodged a bullet. Womanizer didn’t come close to the list of sins on this guy’s list.
I flipped through article after article about the women. The alcohol. The parties. I sighed. Crawford Hawkins was a train wreck. A sexy, smoldering train wreck that could destroy me.
I jumped when I heard another knock on the door.
“Mia? You in there?”
The door creaked open. Hannah popped her head inside. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you, girl. You are seriously in the weeds.”
“The weeds?”
She stared at me with her hands on her hips. “Your tables are backed up.” She smacked her gum.
“Oh, sorry.” I moved toward the door.
“Saw Crawford walk out about a minute ago. You wouldn’t have been back here with him, would you?”
I felt the flush down my neck. I was so transparent. “What?” I tried to sound incredulous. I don’t kno
w if I pulled it off.
“Piece of advice, honey. He’s a fuck and run type. No strings attached. You know what I’m saying?”
I nodded quietly. “Yes.”
I followed her down the hallway. “I’m serious. He’s slept with every girl in this place,” she smacked over her shoulder. “And he’s hot as shit, but if you expect a phone call or a steak dinner, you’ve got the wrong guy. Understand?”
I was too embarrassed or mortified to respond.
“Tables aren’t going to serve themselves.” She pointed to my section. How long had I been in the storage room? Every table was packed. But the only one I had eyes on was occupied by a tall, broad football player who had a sexy brunette on his lap.
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Crawford
Kennedy greeted me with a deep kiss. “Crawford, baby. Wanna get out of here?”
My hesitation surprised even me. Pops was gone and Joe was sitting at the bar. Some of the other Sharks had joined him.
“Maybe later, babe.”
Her face filled with disappointment. I knew it was probably ridiculous. What was the difference between one pussy and another? But I'd had Kennedy. I knew what she had to offer. Yeah, she fucked like a wildcat, but I’d done that. Something happened in that storeroom just now. Something I hadn’t had time to process. Thinking about the way Mia’s pussy hugged my fingers made my cock hard.
The way she sounded. The way her innocent eyes lit with fire when I touched her. She was already addictive and I’d only known the girl an hour.
Kennedy pouted. “Babe, I just got into town. Don't be like that. Have I failed you yet?”
She gave me one of her seductive smiles, adjusting her breasts. One thing was for sure—she had great breasts. Breasts perfect for titty fucking. The image of her as I thrust my cock between her tits and blast cum all over her face made my blood rush again.
Two for one, I thought to myself.
I wondered if she and Mia would be willing to have a threesome, but the thought was fleeting. I wanted Mia all to myself with no distractions. Kennedy liked to be the center of attention.
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