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“Drifter made cookies?” she replies, unable to hide her surprise. I take the plate from the counter and offer one to her, then to Hawk. She grabs a cookie, but instead of taking a bite, she waves it around. “Are you two…” She moves the cookie from Drifter to me, but never finishes the sentence.
“Drifter and I were discussing the situation,” I reply.
Drifter squeezes my waist; I turn my face to look up at him. He says, “Discussion is over, sunshine. Remember?”
“Right.” I nod and turn back to Etain. “Yes, Drifter and I are”—I lift my shoulders to my ears—, “dating.”
Drifter chuckles, and Hawk joins in. Etain’s face lights up with delight as she takes a bite of her cookie.
“That’s awesome! And damn, this cookie is delicious,” Etain says with a giggle. “That’s an interesting first date, making cookies.”
Etain is excited about Drifter and me, so I keep the fact that the cookies were meant to be therapy to myself. Although, I love that my morning turned out much better than I had planned.
We spend the rest of the morning indulging in cookies and spending time together. Drifter finagled us so that I ended up sitting on his lap. His hand runs softly and soothingly over my back as we chat. The guys talk about the shop and sports. Etain insists on making plans for the two of us to have a girls’ night out.
Hawk manages to drag Etain back home, leaving Drifter and me alone.
“Where were we?” Drifter asks, but before I can answer, his mouth is on mine. It’s exactly as I thought: there will never be another man who can kiss me the way Drifter does. He starts soft and sweet, but the need is too great, and the kiss becomes urgent and needy, leaving me breathless and hungry for more.
Chapter 3
Who Is Drifter?
Drifter
It was worth the wait! Finally having Sasha in my arms is incredible. Tasting her sweet mouth is even better. She clings to me with her fingers digging into my shoulders, not holding anything back. With anyone else, I would have carried her off to bed and had my wicked way with her. But with Sasha, I want to take it slow, for a multitude of reasons. One being that she’s special. Sasha makes me feel good when I’m with her, and I like how easily we can talk to one another.
I told her I was a bad man, and she pointed out the good that lives inside me. She didn’t flinch or push to know more than I was willing to share about my past. This leads to the second reason to move our relationship along at a slower pace. Sasha didn’t push for my past because she isn’t ready to tell me hers.
The last time I stopped at kissing and heavy petting, I was seventeen. I hear a mewl escape her lips when I pull away. I’m on the threshold of forgetting my promise to take it slow. As it is, I’m going to be jerking off to the sight of her full lips, swollen by my kisses, and her messy hair that’s come loose, with soft brown wisps framing her face.
“We’ve got to stop, or I won’t be able to,” I tell her.
“Stop?” Her eyes are hazy with desire, and she’s panting to catch her breath.
“We’re building something real. This isn’t just about sex. I want to get to know you, and to do that, we’re going to have to take our time,” I say. “Babe, I’m no saint, and I’m not going to lie, I want to take you into your bedroom and bury myself deep inside you, but when I do, I want it to mean something.”
She glides her hand over my chest, her lips forming a pout. A perfectly adorable pout; a temptation. If I succumb, I won’t be able to walk away. I force myself to get up, putting some distance between us.
“I’ve got some business at the club to take care of.” I don’t, but I need a cold shower. “I’ll be back around six to take you to dinner. Sound good?”
Her face lights up, and she gets to her feet. “Sounds lovely.” I head toward the door, and Sasha calls my name. “Drifter, wait.” She rushes to the kitchen, scuffles around, and comes back with two Ziplock bags filled with cookies. “The guys like cookies,” she says as she places them in my hands. Then she does the unexpected and raises herself up on her tiptoes and feathers a peck on my chin. It’s as far as she can reach.
I leave with a smile on my lips.
The guys descended on the cookies like a pack of wolves on a freshly killed gazelle. Anyone would think we never feed these guys. Hawk makes sure the fridges are always full. He’s also hired a housekeeper once a week to keep the compound clean. It’s made a difference, but all the brothers have their chores, including cooking and laundry duty.
It’s Sunday, and Hawk usually spends the day with Etain, but I have a feeling that as soon as Etain heard the roar of my pipes, she beelined back to her best friend Sasha’s place. Which means Hawk had time to come back to the club to check on things.
Hawk is sitting behind his desk in his private office at the back of the club. His door is open, but I still knock out of courtesy. He sees me standing there and waves me in.
“Thought you’d be with Sasha all day,” he says with a smirk.
I toss the last two cookies at him. “I bought you the only two I could wrestle away from the guys, but I’m thinking I should have kept them for myself,” I joke. I drop into the chair in front of his, relaxing back with my legs spread.
“Want to tell me about it?” he asks. I was dead set against getting together with Sasha. Hawk and I have argued about it on several occasions. He stopped asking me about my feelings for Sasha a few months back. Hawk and Etain are new, and his attention has been on taking care of his woman, as it should be.
However, we were both present when Sasha’s father made a scene in front of her home, and Hawk put himself between Sasha and her father, sending him away. Hawk’s well aware there isn’t love lost between Sasha and her dad. What he doesn’t know about is the situation that unfolded the other night.
