The Bakery Sisters (40 page)

She moved her hands across his chest. She couldn't see what she was doing so she had to feel her way. Which was fine by her. She liked the play of muscles under skin, the coolness of his chest hair, the way his breathing hitched when she brushed his nipples.

She accompanied her exploration with little nips on his back, careful to let him feel her breath first, so he would know the bite was coming, could think about it seconds before it happened.

She dropped her hands to the waistband of his shorts and found the button. Slowly, slowly, she unfastened it, then pulled down the zipper. Working by touch, she slid her hand between his shorts and his briefs, feeling the hardness of his arousal. Instead of taking him in her hand, which he probably expected, she lightly ran her nails across his hardness, then rubbed her thumb over the tip.

He shuddered, pulled away, spun toward her and grabbed her. Fire darkened his eyes.

“You win,” he growled before he kissed her. “You win.”

It was the best kind of victory, she thought as his tongue plunged into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, savoring the teasing, stroking, claiming kiss that burned her to her toes.

He touched her everywhere, his hands moving over her back, her sides, her rear, then up to her breasts where he cupped the curves and teased her nipples.

Seducing him had already gotten her more than halfway along the path, she thought as liquid heat poured into her center. She felt swollen and ready before he'd done much of anything, which meant she was delighted when he undid her jeans and shoved them down her hips.

Her panties quickly followed. Then she was naked and he was nudging her toward the bed.

They fell together in a tangle of arms and legs. Somehow she ended up on top, looking down at him.

“Nice view,” he said with a grin and put his hands on her hips. “Now just a little higher.”

He was trying to move her forward, which she didn't understand until he slid down on the bed so that he was under her. At the first stroke of his tongue, she nearly fainted.

He couldn't do that with her on top of him, she thought frantically, even as waves of pleasure shot through her. She was too exposed, too vulnerable.

The second stroke of his tongue had her trying to figure out a way to keep that going while shifting position. The third had her looking for something to brace herself on so she could enjoy the ride.

She'd never done it like that, so she didn't know what to expect. Didn't know that the sensations would be more intense. He could move easily, touch her anywhere, use his fingers to rub her inner thighs or slip a finger inside.

In a matter of seconds, she was gasping. She put her hands on the wall, to hold herself in place. He flicked his tongue over her center, then sucked on that one spot. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into her, plunging and rubbing and matching the movements of his mouth.

She couldn't catch her breath. She couldn't do anything but go along for the ride and hope he never, ever stopped. Her hips were pulsing, her whole body tense. There was a rawness to the sex that almost frightened her, but in a good way. As if she could really be herself with this man.

He moved his lips against her, faster and faster. She moved with him, straining for her release. He moved in and out of her, drawing her orgasm from her.

“Come for me, baby.”

The unexpected words shocked her and then she was doing as he'd asked, arching her back as the spasms rippled through her, taking her over. Perfect pleasure, again and again, riding him to the end when she was finally still.

She tried to shift off of him, but he grabbed her hips, then eased her down his body.

“Not so fast,” he told her, looking very pleased with himself.

When she straddled his waist, he pulled a condom out of his shorts pocket, then pushed off the rest of his clothes. She moved aside to let him apply the protection, then got back on top.

He was hard and thick and ready, which felt exactly right to her quivering insides. She tensed in anticipation of how he was going to feel as he filled her, then she was easing down on him, stretching as he went deeper and deeper. They both groaned.

She leaned forward and put her hands on the mattress. He reached up and cupped her breasts. Her long hair tumbled down on his shoulders and chest.

“This is a really good fantasy,” he told her as he rubbed her tight, sensitive nipples.

“For me, too.”

“You did a hell of a job seducing me.”

“You were easy.”

“Part of my charm.”

She clenched her muscles, tightening around him. His eyes closed as he groaned. A sense of power swept through her. “You are charming,” she murmured and started to move.

 

“I'
M NOT EATING NAKED
,” Nicole said nearly thirty minutes later.

Hawk set the Chinese food on the nightstand. “A little kung pao on your stomach?”

She was gorgeous. Curvy and flushed, and still very naked. Just looking at her made him want to be inside her again.

“Try it,” he told her, opening one of the cartons and picking up one of the forks he'd brought upstairs. “One bite.”

“You're insane,” she said, but she still stretched out on the bed. “If you tell anyone about this, I'll deny it with my last breath.”

“I'm not going to be telling anyone.” Why would he want to share something this good?

He scooped up a piece of kung pao and placed it on her stomach, but instead of taking it, he leaned over and kissed her.

“Appetizer,” he said.

“Yummy.”

“It gets better.”

He bent down and took the piece of chicken in his mouth. After biting it in half, he gave her part, chewed his, then licked her belly clean.

She raised herself on one elbow. “It's not an efficient way of eating.”

“Agreed.”

“It wasn't horrible.”

He laughed. “Is that your way of saying you liked it?”

“Maybe. Let's try it again.”

Nearly an hour later, he was dressed and walking out the front door. They'd never gotten to finish dinner beyond those couple of bites in her room. Not that he was complaining. What they'd done instead was much more interesting.

He whistled softly as he closed the door behind him, then came to a stop as he saw Raoul walking up the front steps.

Hawk nodded at the younger man, telling himself there was no reason to feel guilty. Raoul had helped him set up the evening with Nicole. Still, he felt…uncomfortable and couldn't say why.

“You're here late,” Raoul said, his expression unreadable in the darkness of the night.

“I am.”

The teenager was in his way. Hawk wasn't about to move forward until the kid moved aside and Raoul didn't seem to be in a hurry to do that.

They stared at each other.

“She's special,” Raoul said, jerking his head toward the house.

“I know. I'm the one going out with her.”

“She doesn't deserve to get hurt.”

Hawk couldn't believe it. Raoul was
his
player. Hawk had always supported him, been there for him. Now Raoul was going to choose Nicole over him?

“You're out of line,” Hawk told him. “This isn't your business.”

“You're wrong. Nicole thinks she's plenty tough, but we both know that's not true. You don't do serious relationships. Nicole is the relationship type.”

Hawk wanted to rewind the last few minutes and get a do-over. Or be the hell out of the house before Raoul came home. This was not happening.

For one thing, he'd done nothing wrong. Where did Raoul get off judging him? Second, how did the kid know so much about Nicole?

An ugly, dark emotion blossomed inside of him. One that had Hawk curling his fingers into fists. He forced himself to relax as soon as he realized what he was doing, but the totally unreasonable suspicion wouldn't go away.

Why did Raoul care so much? Was there something going on?

Even as he asked the questions, he knew he was being unfair to both Raoul and Nicole. She wasn't interested in a teenager and Raoul was crazy about Brittany. But the jealousy felt primal. He wanted to take on Raoul, to beat the crap out of him, then pound on his own chest and proclaim himself the winner. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Don't assume the worst about me,” Hawk said at last. “I'm not playing with Nicole.” Not the way Raoul thought. They had a deal, which had been her idea. He was the innocent party here.

“I've seen how the women look at you,” Raoul said. “How available they are. What you did before didn't matter, but this does. She does. Think long and hard before you take any of them up on their offers.”

“Or what?”

“You don't want to know.”

Did the kid really think he could take him? Hawk would have laughed if he hadn't been so damn pissed off. “Where do you get off lecturing to me? What I do in my personal life is my business.”

“Nicole is my friend. She's taken care of me when she didn't have to. I'm not going to let anyone hurt her. Not even you.”

Normally Hawk enjoyed a good challenge, but this time there couldn't be any winners. He was angry and frustrated with nowhere to put it.

He swore under his breath, then pushed past the kid, shoving Raoul harder than he needed.

“I don't need this crap,” he muttered as he walked to his truck. “Go to hell.”

Raoul didn't say anything. He didn't have to. In some way, he'd already won.

N
ICOLE WAS ACTUALLY
looking forward to the game Friday night. Both she and Hawk had been busy, so she hadn't had a chance to see him or speak with him in a couple of days. Not that she wasn't still tingling. The man could work some serious miracles on her body and he was welcome to hone his skills anytime he wanted. She was so impressed, she was actually starting to think that if she'd known him a few months ago, when she'd had her surgeries, he could have cut her healing time in half.

She was still smiling at the memory as she walked into the stadium.

“Hey, Nicole,” one of the kids called.

Nicole sort of recognized her from the group that hung out at the house. There were a few regulars she knew and some that just stopped by every now and then. Eventually she would know them all. She waved as she made her way up to where most of the parents sat.

“Nicole! How's it going?” Barbara asked.

“We're going to win tonight,” Dylan, father of Aaron and Kyle, told her.

“I can feel it, too,” she said with a laugh.

There were more greetings. She settled by Missy and Greg, a quiet couple with two boys on the team.

From her bleacher seat, she could see the whole field. She looked around until she saw Hawk, then hoped her smile didn't give away her quivery insides.

Their deal had been for him to get the sex he wanted and her to get a chance to show people she wasn't a pity party of one. But she had a feeling she'd gotten the better part of the arrangement, because the sex certainly worked for her in a big way. Maybe tonight after pizza they could…

She caught sight of Raoul and remembered that inviting Hawk by after hours was no longer an option. Still, they were going to have to figure out something. She didn't want to go weeks between encounters again.

Speaking of encounters, she saw Hawk on the field. When he looked toward the stands, she waved. He didn't wave back. Nicole frowned. She would have sworn he'd seen her, but then he looked right past her. Of course, she was a long way from the field and it would be easy for him to miss her. Not that he'd ever missed her before.

A few minutes later Raoul spotted her. She half expected him to tell Hawk where she was, but he didn't. Which was odd. Then Brittany bounced over to her boyfriend. Raoul said something and she looked up toward the stands. When she caught sight of Nicole, she waved her pom-poms and hurried over to her dad.

Anticipation tightened Nicole's stomach. She tried not to smile, but it was as effective as trying to ignore the sun. She shimmied in her seat and told herself to act cool. Which turned out to be good advice.

Brittany spoke to Hawk, pointed toward the bleachers. Hawk glanced Nicole's way once, then turned his back and walked away.

Nicole felt as if she'd been hit in the stomach. Her chest hurt and it was hard to breathe. Humiliation washed over her. Hawk had just rejected her—totally and publicly.

Heat burned her cheeks. She pretended to look for something in her purse so she could look down and let her hair hide her face.

What had just happened? Why had he done that? Dismissed her that way? Just a couple of days ago, they'd been laughing and making love in her bed. They hadn't seen each other since or even spoken on the phone. So what could have gone wrong?

A thousand possibilities flashed through her brain. He hadn't had as good a time as she'd thought. He'd met someone else. He was tired of pretending. He was repulsed by knowing she'd been stupid enough to marry Drew.

She felt sick and desperately wanted to run away. Unfortunately she was trapped by the crowd and the fact that she always drove kids to the pizza place. If she ducked out now, her absence would be noticed. For some reason, she didn't want Hawk to know he'd hurt her.

So she raised her head and refused to let anyone see that she'd been humiliated and emotionally kicked in the gut. She was so grateful that Missy and Greg weren't big talkers. When the game started, she did her best to pay attention, ignoring how the seconds crawled by.

She hadn't realized how many times Hawk looked her way during his time on the field until he began to ignore her completely. Even though there was no way anyone would notice the difference, she still felt exposed and ashamed. As if she'd done something wrong. Finally the whistle blew and the players lined up to shake hands. Which was usually her cue to go down to the field.

Nicole hesitated. Should she just leave? No, she told herself. She would go down and figure out what had happened. It was the mature thing to do. It would strengthen her character and make her a better person. Then when she got home, she would go upstairs and throw up.

She let the crowd push ahead, then went through the gate and onto the field. Several parents crowded around Hawk, wanting to talk to him about how the game had gone. Nicole had to glance at the scoreboard to figure out if they'd won or not. When life went by in slow motion, it was tough to keep score.

She waited until there was a lull in conversation, then stepped forward.

“Hi,” she said, going for a light, easy tone. Until she knew otherwise, she was going to pretend nothing was wrong.

“Hi,” Hawk said, not looking at her.

She waited, but he didn't say anything. Then, just when she was going to ask him what was wrong with him, Annie, one of the slutty mothers, strolled up and put both hands on Hawk's chest.

“So I should just wait for you in the parking lot?” she asked, the lights from the field glinting off her impressive diamond wedding set.

“That's right. I'll send the kids to you.”

She smiled into his eyes. “Thanks for asking me to stay tonight, Hawk. I'm really looking forward…to everything.”

“Me, too.”

It was as if he'd slapped her, then reached into her chest and pulled out her heart. This could not be happening. Okay, sure, she and Hawk weren't actually dating, dating. Not in the traditional sense, but they had a deal and they were having sex and she would never in a million years have believed he was the kind of man to not only go back on his word but also be deliberately cruel.

That's what got her the most. He was doing this on purpose, as if wanting to exact the most amount of pain. And damn him, it was working.

She turned and hurried off the field. She fought the tears in her eyes, refusing to give in and show weakness until she was by herself. Her to-do list was getting longer. As soon as she got home, she was going to throw up, cry and, oh, yeah, walk the dog.

She'd nearly made it to her car when she felt someone touch her arm. She looked up and saw Raoul standing next to her.

“I'm sorry,” he said, his voice low, his expression tight with guilt and pain. “This is my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Coach. The way he's acting. It's my fault.”

Nicole ignored the fresh wave of embarrassment as she realized there had been witnesses to Hawk's rejection. “Raoul, you have nothing to do with what's going on.”

“That's not true. I saw him, the other night. When he was leaving.”

And the hits just kept on coming, Nicole thought, wondering if she was going to have a permanent blush.

“I, ah, told him he shouldn't hurt you.” Raoul traced a pattern on the parking lot with his spikes. “That you were someone special and that he didn't get to play any games.”

He'd defended her? Raoul had stood up to his coach to defend
her?

Now the need to cry was even stronger, but the reason was totally different.

She hugged him. “I'm twenty-eight years old. I've been married. I can take care of myself.”

“I didn't want him to hurt you.”

“I know. Thank you for that.”

“I'm sorry Coach is being an ass.”

Nicole stepped away. Everything was clear now, including how she was going to handle the situation. “Me, too. Thanks for telling me this, Raoul. And for what you did. It was sweet, but unnecessary.”

He shrugged, looking both uncomfortable and proud.

She pointed to the entrance to the locker room. “Go shower and get changed. I'm going to have a little conversation with Hawk.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

He jogged off.

Filled with purpose and energy, Nicole marched back toward the stadium.

Knowing what had happened was both better and worse, she thought, letting her anger build up so it would peak right when she needed it. While she now knew why Hawk was acting the way he was, it made her like him a whole lot less.

She stepped onto the field. Most of the parents and players were gone, including Annie. She marched right up to Hawk, stuck her index finger in his chest and said, “We have to talk.”

“This isn't a good time for me.”

“You think I give a shit?”

Hawk narrowed his gaze. “What's your problem?”

“Apparently you are. You're acting like a two-year-old, pouting because something didn't go your way. I couldn't figure out what was wrong because the last time I saw you, I had a great time. But rather than discuss anything with me, or pretend to be an adult, you sulked and tried to make me feel bad with that surgically enhanced bimbo.”

“Annie is a very nice woman.”

“I can only imagine.” She poked him again. “Raoul was looking out for me. It was totally unnecessary of him, but still really sweet and kind and as this is the guy dating your seventeen-year-old daughter, you should be doing cartwheels. If he's willing to face you down to look out for me, imagine what he would do for the girl he loves. He's a hell of a guy and there's a tiny chance you're part of the reason. But do you see that? No. You're far more upset about the fact that he stood up to you so your overinflated male ego is all bruised and broken. Poor Hawk. Your star player is more interested in acting like a man than kissing your ass. You should be proud of him instead of pouting.”

Hawk's gaze turned icy. “Are you done?”

“Just about. I thought you were different. I thought you were special. You walked away from a dream career to take care of your daughter. You work with these kids, not because you need the money, but because you want to help. At least that's what you tell people. But the truth is, all of this is about you. About how you look and how much the world worships you. As soon as things don't go your way, you're not interested in the game anymore. You don't want to play and you sure don't want to play fair. I thought you were someone I wanted to know, but if this is who you really are, I don't even want to pretend to date you. Go to hell, Hawk.”

She turned and walked away.

She thought he might have a scathing comeback but there was only silence. She was so mad, she was shaking. She also felt sick inside, like she'd just lost something important.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, she told herself as she climbed into her car. It wasn't supposed to hurt. But it did. All of it. It hurt really bad.

 

T
HE LAST THING
Hawk wanted to do was hang out with his players, but there weren't a lot of options. He drove to the pizza place and walked inside, only to be greeted by the crowd.

He faked his way through a few short conversations, then glanced at his watch and wondered how long until he could duck out. An hour? Maybe two. Until then, he was stuck.

“Hi, Hawk.”

The low, sultry voice made his skin crawl. Annie. She was here because he'd invited her. Because he was an idiot, and now he was stuck with her.

“I've saved us a table,” she said, pointing to a small booth in the corner. One that would seat two. She'd already told him her husband was out of town and that the house was empty and a very lonely place.

He knew better than to encourage women like her. He wasn't interested and he sure as hell wasn't going to spend time with a married woman. He'd reacted. Nicole had been right—he'd been pouting.

The reality of how he'd acted crashed in on him. He felt humiliated and stupid and in desperate need of a do-over. But life was like football…the clock only counted down. He couldn't take back the plays he'd made, he could only deal with the consequences.

He looked Annie square in the eye. “I had a fight with my girlfriend. I was using you to make her feel bad. I acted totally inappropriately. I'm sorry.”

Annie blinked at him. “You're kidding.”

“No. I'm telling you the truth. Hey, if you were in my position, aren't you the one you'd pick?”

It was one part shameless flattery and two parts truth. He hoped it was the right combination.

Annie flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder and then smoothed the front of her tight sweater. “Okay, yeah. I'd pick me, too.” She sighed. “You're really seeing someone?”

“Her name is Nicole. You can ask Brittany.”

Annie sighed. “Oh, well. I had a feeling it was too good to be true. I'll let you off this time, Hawk, but don't make that mistake again, or I'll expect you to make good on your promises.”