Page 114 of Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“What is it?”

“It’s quiet out there. Completely quiet.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t think we need to leave the closet for a long long time.”

I wiggled back on the length of his cock. It was hard again. Wide and pulsing. The wetness dripped between us. The aftermath of our storm of passion.

“Oh?” I answered innocently.

The hum started up again and I felt the tingles shiver through me from what I knew was coming next. My body was on fire.

“You’re not going to be shy are you?” he asked.

I shook my head slowly. With Hawk I was anything but shy. I was the woman I’d always wanted to be.

“Hey, Daddy,” I greeted my father, standing and kissing him on the cheek.

We both had Saturdays off. Hawk had taken Hunter with him to the stadium. I decided to call my dad and see if he wanted to meet for lunch.

“Hey there, beautiful. You sure look happy today.”

I couldn’t help but flashback to last night and the erotic session in Hawk’s arms. I wondered if that had anything to do with how beautiful I looked today.

“Do I? Thanks,” I said, taking a seat and signaling to the waiter that we were ready to place our drink orders.

Once our waiter had the order we had a chance to talk.

“So, how are things going in the Hawkins household?” he asked.

“Pretty good. I have to say I am surprised by how attentive Kane is to Hunter. They seem to be a good match.”

“That’s great news. I was really hoping so. Kane is a good guy, he’s just had a rough past and can’t seem to let go of some that anger. I’m hoping you can help him with that.”

“Me?” I squeaked, choking on my water.

“You know what I mean. You’re great with these kind of kids.”

“Kane is not a kid, dad. I wouldn’t even consider putting him in that category.”

“I know that, but I think if someone had taken time with him when he was a child then he might not have the anger inside him he does now.” My father leaned back in the booth.

“I don’t think he’s that angry. I think he’s misunderstood.” He wasn’t the same man I had met that night at the bar.

The guy who had slugged the slimy biker was still buried under there somewhere, but that wasn’t the man I had spent my days and nights with lately. The man I gave myself to was someone who cared about a lost child. A man who opened his home and his heart to a kid who needed help. A man who brought me out of my shell. I smiled.

“How serious is it between you two?” he asked.

“Daddy!” I took another gulp of water.

“Well, he has Hunter. You love Hunter. And I can see it between you two. It’s there.”

I blushed. If my legally brilliant, but socially awkward father could see what Hawk and I shared I wondered how obvious it was to everyone else.

“I do love Hunter. And we’re taking things day by day.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart.”