Lily set the knife down. “He’s grilling him?”
Before Lily could slide off her barstool, Hawk and Maverick walked in and Maverick seemed perfectly fine.
“Hey, Lil,” Maverick said, kissing her cheek. I noticed he kept PDAs to a minimum when everyone was around. That would be Cassidy’s influence, because our men had no problem showing us how much they adored us... in public or private... and whenever the hell they wanted.
She beamed up at him. “Hi.”
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Did you drop everything off at the compound?” I asked Maverick.
“Yeah,” he said. “Prez wasn’t expectin’ so many toys. They’re planning on using one of the bunk rooms to store everything, but for now, it’s all safe in the truck.”
“That’s great,” I said. “Maisie said we have twice as many donations as last year.”
“Three times,” Maverick countered. “As of tonight.”
“Even better.”
“We also got Hatch’s present hauled and hidden,” Maverick said.
“What is it?” Lily asked.
“Secret,” he said, but I had a feeling she’d get it out of him later.
I grinned, rinsing potatoes in the sink. I knew what it was, but Maisie had sworn me to secrecy, and telling any of my kids would not be a good way to keep that promise.
“We better go,” Maverick said.
I set the spud in the bowl and faced them. “You guys have fun tonight.”
“You drive like you’re old and careful,” Hawk said to Maverick.
Maverick smiled, wrapping his arm around Lily. “Precious cargo, Hawk. Not lettin’ anything happen to her.”
“Okay, honey, I think you can release the tether, huh?” I challenged.
Hawk nodded. “You guys have fun.”
In pure Lily fashion, she got the hell out of the house before her father could change his mind, and I grinned at him, kissing him quickly before ordering Hunter to take over Lily’s chopping.
“Case, I’m gonna have you peel,” I said.
“It’s all good.” Case shoved his face in the fridge and grabbed a rootbeer. “Want one, Hunt?”
“Nah, I’m good, thanks.”
Case opened his pop and grabbed a peeler while I headed to the stove. My man closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck and whispering, “You wearin’ anything under that?”
I shook my head and shivered, leaning back against him. I was wearing a long skirt (sans panties, which my man loved), and a V-neck T-shirt.
“You wet?” he asked, for my ears only.
I nodded. He did shit like this to me all the time. It didn’t matter who was around, he’d get me so fucking hot, I’d nearly implode on the spot. How he did it without anyone else hearing, I had no idea... but he was the master.
“Gonna take care of that in a minute, baby,” he promised.
I swallowed and closed my eyes in anticipation. “I’d appreciate that, handsome.”
He patted my hips and turned away from me, chatting with our kids like it was any normal day, while I stood at the stove and squeezed my thighs together.
Once our kids were done with their food prep, they decided to head up to the game room for a bit.
“Dinner in an hour,” I called as they ran upstairs.
I heard their favorite video game start and Hawk bellowed, “Door.”
The house grew quiet again and I wasn’t surprised to find Hawk directly behind me. “Brace, Pay.”
I leaned against the island and braced as he lifted my skirt from behind and slid his hand between my legs. “Spread.”
I spread. “Alex, the boys—”
“Are busy.” Two fingers slipped inside of me. “Soaked, baby.”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Spread more.”
I did and was rewarded by his hand slapping against my pussy.
“Alex,” I breathed out.
Before I could say anything else, my skirt was dropped, but Hawk stayed behind me.
“Mom?” Case called.
Ohmigod, how the fuck my husband knew we were going to be interrupted boggled my mind.
“Yeah, bud?”
“Oh, wait, never mind!” he called again. “Found it.”
Hawk’s hand slid between my legs again and he leaned close. “Payton, you’re closed up. Fuckin’ spread those legs.”
I did as he ordered, my body primed for him. I heard his zipper open, then his dick was inside me and I was biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
“Not a sound,” he rasped as he slammed into me from behind.
My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, but I knew he’d do nothing to relieve that pressure. This was his way. His torture. His glorious, glorious torture.
He’d fuck me in public, then make love to me in private later, but I’d have to wait for him to take his time. This was our foreplay and it was exciting as hell.
“Come,” he whispered, and I did. Ohmigod, how I did.
He rezipped his jeans, and got a kitchen towel wet before slipping it between my legs and cleaning me up. After slapping my ass, he threw the towel in the laundry room which was right off the kitchen.
“Can’t wait to fuck your tits later,” he said, kissing me deeply. He tugged one of my bra cups down and rolled a nipple between his fingers before righting my clothing with a grin. “Gonna fuck them hard.”
I stroked his beard. “Can’t wait, handsome.”
“Can’t huh?”
“Not happily, no.”
He chuckled, raising my skirt, this time from the front, and slipping his hand between my legs again. “You need a little more relief?”
I nodded as I swallowed. “Please.”
His thumb went straight to my clit, while three fingers pushed inside of me. I gripped his shoulders for balance and leaned into his hand. Hawk wrapped his free arm around my waist to anchor me to him as his fingers fucked me ’til I exploded.
In the middle of our kitchen.
It was awesome.
“I’m gonna let you feel that for a bit,” Hawk said, kissing me again as he ran his hand through my wetness. “I’ll lick you clean later.”
I squeezed my legs closed. “Ohmigod, Alex. You’re impossible.”
He chuckled. “Just gave you two orgasms in the middle of the kitchen. I’m pretty sure I could fuck with your tits right now and give you
