“Because this suit costs four thousand dollars and it’s uncomfortable as fuck,” he replied, loosening his tie.
I glanced over my shoulder when I heard Tommy call my name, then stuck my head back in the door. “It was worth every penny,” I told the lawyer, smiling as he laughed. “Thanks, Lincoln.”
“It’s my job,” he said with a nod.
I shut the door and turned toward my husband.
“How’d it go?” he asked, lifting me off my feet until I had to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Carter Lincoln’s a badass,” I replied as he carried me toward the building.
“Right? Dude is crazy good.”
“He was all, ‘Mrs. Hawthorne isn’t answering any questions about her private life.’ And the detective was totally swearing like a sailor inside his head, but he just nodded like he was resigned to it.”
Tommy laughed.
“I would have been fucked without him,” I said with a sigh as we moved through the main room of the clubhouse. “Casper and Grease were annoying and mean, but they didn’t talk fast enough to prepare me.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, maneuvering around the people crowding the room without once looking away from my face.
“Yeah. I’m just glad it’s over,” I replied as he carried me into his room and dropped onto the bed with me on his lap.
“Me too, baby,” he said with a smile. “I got news.”
“What news?”
“Patched in today,” he told me with a smug grin.
“What? Are you serious?” I asked, looking down at the front of his vest. I ran my finger over the smooth leather where his prospect patch had been.
“Partyin’ tonight, sugar,” he said, grabbing my ass with both hands and bouncing me up and down.
I giggled as he threw me onto the bed and ripped off his cut, tossing it onto the top of his dresser. He turned back to me and wiggled his eyebrows before pulling his t-shirt over his head.
“Mr. Hawthorne,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows back. “You’re in an awfully good mood.”
“Hell yeah, I am,” he agreed, taking off his boots. “Got your shit taken care of, got that fuckin’ prospect patch cut off, and now I’m gonna fuck my wife.”
“There are people all over the club,” I reminded him as he pulled off my sandals.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he replied, crawling onto the bed. He slid my dress up my thighs as he went until it was up around my waist. “And you don’t give a fuck either.”
“How do you figure?” I murmured, my lips twitching.
“Because you’re not stoppin’ me.” He gave me a boyish smile and then his lips were on mine.
I ran my hands up his chest as he kissed me, feeling the scar on his collarbone from a fight with Mick when they were kids, and the long line of scar tissue along his ribs from a more serious fight he wouldn’t tell me about. I’d come to memorize his body, the way he moved and the way his muscles flexed when he braced himself above me. I loved it. He wasn’t bulging with muscles the way his brothers were, but each one was defined. Long and lean and mouthwatering.
He groaned against my mouth and pulled away, running his lips down my neck. As my hands roamed to his throat, he caught one hand and pulled it down between us. “Take ’em off,” he ordered, snapping the side of my underwear.
As I reached down to push at the fabric, his hand went to his belt buckle.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he said, sucking at my skin just above the neckline of my dress.
It took a little maneuvering, but it didn’t take long before my panties were pushed to my knees and he was yanking them off my legs. His jeans were hanging open, and I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around him just as his hand slid between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I moaned as he slid one, then two fingers inside me, curving them up and twisting a little.
“Condom,” he murmured, nodding to the packet he’d set on the bed.
I closed my eyes and shook my head as his thumb pressed down on my clit. He was crazy if he thought I had the coordination to put a condom on him in that moment.
All of a sudden his hand disappeared and when my eyes opened in surprise he was watching me with a smile. “Fine, I’ll do it,” he teased, putting the condom on.
“I was busy,” I said huskily, yelping in surprise as he suddenly grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach.
I’d barely pushed myself to my knees when he steadied me with one hand and pressed inside me from behind.
I dropped to my elbows and inhaled sharply, clenching the blankets beneath me in my fists. Sex with Tommy got better every time. The more we learned about each other, the easier it was to push the right buttons, touch the right places and move in the right rhythm to drive each other crazy.