Mystery Man

  Oh yeah. Yeah, I was definitely going to ride this out with him.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “You gonna give me sweet?” he went on growling and pounding and pressing and rolling, relentless, amazing.

  “Yes,” I whimpered because I could feel it, he was about to give me sweet. Again.

  His mouth touched mine. “I feel that,” he whispered. “Fuck, Gwen, beautiful. Always so fuckin’ beautiful. You’re there, Sweet Pea.”

  “Yeah baby,” I breathed against his lips, my hips surged up, my limbs got tight, my back arched, I came yet again, it was brilliant and awe-inspiring yet again and he kissed me so my moans slid into his mouth

  I held on as I came then I came down then he kept surging into me, his lips slid down to my ear where I listened to him grunt as he went faster, harder and I fucking loved holding all that was Hawk, the immense power of him wrapped in my limbs.

  His hands spanned my hips and he pulled up and thrust deep as his grunts turned to groans then finally he planted himself inside me and stopped.

  Unbelievably magnificent.

  I held on like I always held on because before, I didn’t want him to go. But before, I eventually loosened my hold because I knew he’d eventually go.

  Now it wasn’t the middle of the night. Now he wasn’t a shadowy lover whose name I did not know. Now neither of us had anywhere to go.

  So now what did I do?

  My limbs loosened and he pulled out. I closed my eyes as he slid off to my side.

  This was familiar. Get off then retreat. Pull out and pull away. Close off.

  Then I opened my eyes as the heat of him stayed glued to my side.

  His torso was partially lifted, his head was bent, his eyes were watching his hand glide from my hip to my waist, in over my belly between my breasts and then up my neck where it moved away. Then I felt his finger slide down my hairline, pushing my hair off my neck, his hand moved to my jaw, he gently twisted my neck then his hand went away but he bent in and I felt his tongue touch the skin behind my ear as his hand slid back down my body. Finally, his arm came to rest low on my belly and curved around my hip.

  He’d never done this before. This was different. This was better. Seriously better.

  Oh boy.

  “Just two this time,” he murmured into my ear. “Losin’ my touch.”

  “What?” I whispered and his head came up but he stayed close, pressed in, his face near mine.

  “My mouth and fingers, babe, you only came twice.”

  “Um… well, I came once before and once after so I’m pretty sure I’m covered.”

  He grinned then he bent and touched his mouth to the base of my throat. His head moved away but he locked his eyes to mine.

  They were heated and intense.

  Shit.

  “How do you heat this place?” I asked, directing post-coital pillow talk to the mundane for sanity’s sake. I didn’t want a play-by-play. My head was messed up enough, I didn’t know where this was going, I didn’t know what I was thinking and I was scared as hell of what I was feeling. Talking about how great sex was with Hawk only intensified all of that.

  “What?” he asked back.

  “You live in a warehouse with cement floors, Hawk, it’s a minor miracle you can heat this place.”

  His response was to shift, bending over my body, he grabbed the covers and pulled them up over us.

  He thought I was saying I was cold. Then he instantly did something about it.

  Okay, maybe I did want to talk about how great sex was with Hawk because experiencing him being sweet and thoughtful messed with my head a whole lot more than his ability to give me four really, fucking fantastic orgasms in the span of thirty minutes.

  Then his arm went low on my hip again and he turned me to my side facing him, his legs tangling with mine, his arm pulling me close.

  For my part, I rested my hands to his chest because I liked touching him and because I liked this. This wasn’t retreat. This wasn’t slam bam, thank you ma’am. This was nice.

  “It’s not as bad as it seems,” he belatedly replied.

  “Your heating bills must cost as much as my mortgage,” I remarked.

  He smiled at me. “No.”

  “You would know,” I muttered, looking at his throat.

  “Yeah, I do, Sweet Pea, and you need to refinance. The interest you’re payin’ is ridiculous. I’ll sort a meeting with my financial advisor.”

  My eyes lifted to his as I felt my belly start to get squishy.

  “You’ll sort a meeting out with your financial advisor?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he answered.

  Uh-oh. He was being sweet and thoughtful again.

  “Is that part of your Protect Gwendolyn Kidd Duties, to make sure I don’t get gouged by mortgage lenders?” I asked.

  He kept smiling and his arm got tighter. “There are many facets to my Protect Gwendolyn Kidd Duties.”

  “Care to expand on that?”

  “Not really.”

  I held his eyes. Then I mumbled, “Unh-hunh.”

  His smile got bigger and I knew this because his dimples pressed deeper.

  “Unh-hunh?” he prompted.

  “Man of mystery,” I replied.

  His hand trailed up my back and his head dipped closer to mine. “I like surprising you, Sweet Pea. Whenever I do something you like, your face gentles.” He touched his mouth to mine and moved back a smidge. “It’s a good look,” he finished on a whisper.

  Wow.

  “My face does that?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Hmm,” I mumbled.

  “Saw it again just now and before, twice.”

  “Before? Twice?”

  His lips brushed mine then slid down my cheek to my ear where he whispered, “Yeah, baby, both times my mouth wasn’t between your legs, right before you came.”

  Definitely my belly was squishy.

  “Hawk –”

  “Lights on if it’s dark when I fuck you, missed that look for a year and a half too, not missin’ it again.”

  Now my throat was tingly and I could feel my heart swelling.

  I slid one of my arms around to his back, I pressed in closer as my neck twisted slightly so my lips were at the skin of his. “You didn’t let me do anything to you,” I whispered.

  “You can do whatever you want to me in about two minutes,” he whispered back, his hand drifting down to my ass, then pushing in.

  “Whatever I want?”

  “Whatever you want, baby.”

  “Oh my,” I breathed and he chuckled in my ear.

  Nice.

  I pressed even closer.

  Then his head suddenly came up, I looked up at him and saw it was tilted. He was listening.

  Then he clipped, “Fuck.”

  “Fuck what?”

  He didn’t answer. He knifed out of bed taking me with him.

  When I was on my feet by the bed, I repeated, “Fuck what, Hawk?”

  He looked down at me but grabbed my hand and started pulling me to my suitcases.

  “Get dressed, babe. We have company.”

  “We do?” I asked as he stopped me by my suitcases.

  “Yeah,” he answered.

  Oh shit.

  “Good company or bad company?” I asked, his hands went to my hips and he pulled my naked body into his.

  “Right now, Sweet Pea,” he growled, “any company is bad company.”

  I had to admit, with his warm, solid, naked body pressed to mine, I agreed.

  Then there was a banging at the door and I jumped. Then I pulled from his hands and bent to my suitcases. Hawk prowled to his wardrobe.

  I grabbed items and flew to the bathroom.

  I’d used the facilities, brushed and flossed, washed my face, put on my underwear and was pulling my hair up in a high ponytail when the door to the bathroom opened without even a knock.

  I jumped and whirled to see Hawk standing there wearing dark
brown cargo pants and tight, olive drab thermal.

  A thought popped into my head and, stupidly, it popped out of my mouth.

  “How many pairs of cargo pants do you own?”

  His eyes went from my underwear to me.

  Then he announced without preparing me in any way, shape or form, “My family’s here. Surprise visit. They’ve heard about you. Jury’s got a big mouth.”

  My breath rushed out of me with an audible, “oof”.

  Then I whispered, “What?”

  “Ma’s makin’ breakfast.”

  His Ma? His Ma was making breakfast?

  I felt my eyes get huge and I repeated, “What?”

  “It’ll take her awhile so whenever you’re ready to come down.”

  Again I asked, “What?”

  But I did this to a closed door. He was gone.

  I turned to face the mirror where my eyes were just as huge as I expected and my face was pale.

  Then I whispered, “Shit.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cleaver

  I stared in the mirror.

  I’d grabbed my clothes in a tizzy but even if I didn’t, I was unprepared.

  In normal circumstances, any meeting with the parents necessitated a carefully strategized trip to the mall, a manicure, pedicure, facial, hair trim and at least a week of psyching yourself up.

  At least.

  I didn’t have that.

  Instead I’d grabbed a pair of mocha, roll top yoga pants, a cream, ultra slim fit camisole and my lightweight, close-fit, zip up hoodie with the super awesome stitching and it was, what I thought at the time, the mega-awesome color of a pastel, neon orangy-peach.

  Now I was thinking it looked ridiculous.

  Seeing as it was Sunday morning and normal folk didn’t dress to the nines with full on makeup for a surprise, family breakfast visit, I didn’t do makeup. But I did spritz with perfume.

  I sucked in breath. I couldn’t be up there ages and I couldn’t escape this.

  Welp! What will be, will be.

  I exited the bathroom and headed to the stairs, hearing children screaming over a low murmuring of adult voices.

  I looked right as I walked down the stairs and I saw a gorgeous, older woman at the stove, bacon in the skillet, its scent filling the air and her head was turned to me. Two Hawk-looking, also gorgeous, tall, lean men sitting identically at stools, long upper thighs splayed manly wide, feet to the rung and their heads turned to me. Another, older, Hawk-looking, handsome, tall, lean man standing at the opposite end of the counter, his eyes on me. Hawk, with his back to me, leaning his hip against the end of the horseshoe, his neck twisted so he could look at me. And lastly, two black-haired kids, both boys, ages indeterminate but I was guessing somewhere in the area of two and six, racing through the vast space and not knowing I existed.

  “Hey,” I called five steps from the bottom (yes, I was counting, I had five steps to go without falling on my face).

  “Hey,” one of the men at the stool replied, grinning, no dimples but his brother at the other stool was also grinning and he had dimples. So did the older man.

  I walked across the space which was a long way normally, an epic journey with Hawk’s family’s eyes following me.

  I didn’t know where to head so my feet took over and led me to Hawk. I stopped at his side and no one had looked away. Not one of them.

  Yikes.

  Then Hawk’s arm slid along my shoulders, he curled me as he turned me so my front was pressed into his side, close, too close and I looked up as I prepared to gain distance, only to see his eyes warm on me.

  “You good?” he asked softly.

  No. One could not say I was good. One could say I was freaking out.

  I nodded my lie.

  “You want coffee?”

  “Coffee would be good,” I whispered and started to pull away but Hawk’s arm tensed and his head lifted and turned toward his mother.

  “Ma, could you get Gwen a coffee?”

  My body jolted and my head whipped toward her. “I can get it.”

  Then I stilled.

  Something was wrong. Not just wrong, very wrong. And it was the look on Hawk’s mother’s face that was wrong. There was sadness there and I didn’t know her, I’d been in her presence less than a minute but that sadness touched my soul.

  “Maria, honey, Cabe’s girl needs coffee,” the older man prompted quietly, Hawk’s mother’s body jerked and then she swept that sadness clean away.

  Um. What the fuck was that?

  “Right, of course, Gwen?” she said, hurrying to me. “I’m Maria. Cabe’s mother.”

  She extended her hand and I took it even though Hawk didn’t let me go so I could do this. Her fingers curled around mine and she looked up at me from her petite height as I smiled down at her thinking, no wonder Hawk was hot, she wasn’t a spring chicken but she was still a complete knockout.

  Her hand squeezed, mine squeezed back, she smiled a small smile, let me go and moved away.

  Hmm. Not sure how that went.

  “I’m Von,” one of the men at the stools put in and my head turned to him. He was the dimpled one.

  “Hi,” I replied. “I’m Gwen.”

  He was already grinning and the grin got bigger when he muttered, “I know.”

  Okey dokey.

  “Von’s wife, Lucia, is a nurse, babe, she has a shift at Swedish this morning. The hellions who will eventually graduate to tearing up my place are his,” Hawk put in and I nodded up at him.

  “Jury,” the other man at a stool added and my eyes went to him.

  “Hey,” I replied.

  “Your laptop work okay?” he asked and I suspected Jury was the firefighter and I also suspected he was on the cover of the Denver Firefighters calendar, picture used for the month of July, he was that hot. If the firefighters merged with the police officers and they did a group shot that included Lawson and Jury, the paper might spontaneously combust.

  “Yes, thanks for getting that for me,” I said to him.

  “No problems,” he muttered, staring at me. In fact, they were all still staring at me except Maria who was pouring coffee.

  “Agustín,” Hawk’s Dad boomed, moving in my direction, a huge smile on his face, his looks so similar to Hawk’s it was uncanny and boded well for Hawk’s future. Hawk’s Mom was a knockout, his Dad, like my Dad, had managed to age without losing but a modicum of hotness. He lifted his hand and I took it when he went on. “Gus.”

  “Gus,” I shook his hand, “Gwen.”

  He let my hand go but kept smiling at me huge then his eyes swung to Hawk.

  “Cabe, good taste. Nice eyes. Great hair. Fantastic ass,” he remarked and I froze in shock.

  “Gus!” Maria shouted, swinging around as the male Delgado brood chuckled.

  Gus turned to his wife. “It’s true.”

  “Madre de dios,” she snapped. “That may be so but you don’t say it in front of her!”

  Gus rocked back on his heels and crossed his arms on his chest. “Why not?”

  Her eyes sliced to me then back to her husband and she swung an arm out to me. “Because look at her, you’ve offended her.”

  “Um…” I put in hurriedly, “I’m not offended.” And I wasn’t, just surprised. I looked at Gus. “Cookie dough,” I explained. “My booty is carefully crafted from copious intake of cookie dough.”

  “Whatever you’re doin’, sweetheart, it’s workin’.” He grinned then advised, “So don’t stop.”

  “Divorce. D-i-v-o-r-c-e. Tomorrow. I’m callin’ my lawyers tomorrow,” Maria threatened and this seemed like a practiced speech.

  “Woman, you don’t have lawyers,” Gus returned in a way that seemed practiced too.

  Hmm. Maria and Gus bickered. This was somehow familiar.

  “Well, I’m finding some!” Maria snapped then looked at me. “How do you take your coffee?”

  “Milk and half a sugar,” I replied quickly.

  “Ha
lf a sugar won’t help that ass,” Gus observed helpfully and Hawk’s body started shaking and I knew he was silently laughing

  But that was when Maria turned swiftly, reached up, grabbed a mug and threw it at Gus.

  Yes, she threw a mug at Gus.

  Gus, clearly experienced with evasive maneuvering, ducked and the mug hit the counter and bounced off to fall to the floor, luckily unharmed because, seriously, Hawk’s mugs were kickass.

  I stood stock-still and stared.

  “Woman!” Gus yelled when he straightened and planted his hands on his hips. “Are you crazy? Now you’ve freaked Gwen out!”

  Frighteningly, Maria’s eyes came to me. “Learn,” she warned, pointing a finger at me and leaning in. “All of them, they’re like this. Do not let them get away with it. Put your foot down right off the bat, Gwen, do you hear me?”

  “I hear you,” I whispered.

  “I didn’t put my foot down right off the bat,” she told me. “Dazzled by his good looks, that was me. Don’t get dazzled by Cabe’s good looks, Gwen, learn from me. He’s just a man. He might do things to make you think differently but, believe me, he’s just a man.”

  “I’m not sure that’s true,” I shared. “I haven’t seen it with my own eyes but I think he can walk through walls.”

  More male chuckles and more shaking of Hawk’s body against mine but Maria didn’t think anything was funny. “He can’t. I see now, you’re dazzled. Shake that off, querida. The sooner, the better.”

  “Uh… okay,” I agreed because she sounded serious.

  Her finger jerked to Gus. “Behave!” she ordered then turned back to my coffee.

  Hawk’s head dipped so his mouth was at my ear. “You dazzled, Sweet Pea?”

  I twisted my neck to catch his eye. Then I whispered, “Behave.”

  He grinned at me and my body jolted not from surprise but because a young human ran into it.

  I looked down into the black eyes and beautiful face of a Hawk-like little boy as he shifted to the front of me then slapped my thigh.

  “Well hello, little person,” I said to him.

  He slapped my thigh again as Von warned, “Javier.”

  “Orange!” the boy shouted then slapped my thigh again and pointed at my hoodie.

  “Yep, orange,” I replied then pointed at my yoga pants. “What color is this?”