“Are you asking?”
“If I guess wrong, I’m out of the game.”
Arin went around him to put the cookies in the oven, checking the ones inside to make sure they weren’t done.
“Give me a hint …”
Arin took a step forward. “Is the kitchen getting hot enough for you? Enough to melt that frozen heart of yours?”
“Is that a hint, or are you just playing with me?”
Hennessy had no sense of humor. Her light flirting had just irritated him. He wanted a sure thing before he reached out and took what he wanted. She had been a sure thing with Marcus; she wasn’t going to make that mistake twice. If Hennessy wanted her, he was going to have to work for it, hard. Hennessy had to prove to her he wasn’t going to leave a hole in her heart the way Moon said he had others. She deserved a man who knew her worth.
The first time she had met him, she had wanted nothing more than a sex romp, but touching Hennessy was just as intoxicating as his namesake. One shot of Hennessy just had you craving more.
“Giving hints are against the rules, so is playing with you.” Bringing her lips within kissing distance, she silently dared him with her eyes to kiss her. However, when he pulled his head back, Arin became embarrassed that she was always going to make herself look foolish. Was she teasing a man who had no sexual interest with her? Her budding confidence wasn’t as strong as she pretending it was.
“Baby girl, I’m not drunk, and I’m not frozen half to death tonight. I don’t need you to take the lead. You want my mouth, ask for it.”
This side of Hennessy was as sexy as hell.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“Where?”
“My mouth.”
Taking her in his arms, he crushed her mouth with his. Gasping, she parted her lips, allowing him to thrust his tongue inside.
Arin had experienced first kisses before. This one was a whole different experience. Hennessy wasn’t shy or hesitant; neither was he forceful or rough. His tongue was smooth as silk as he boldly searched her mouth without overwhelming her while making her want more … and more.
As she breathed in the spicy scent of his cologne, she clutched his shoulders and held on, giving him a part of herself that Marcus had never wanted or tried to get out of her—a response.
Kissing him back, she felt the pain of her past with Marcus melting away under the heat of Hennessy’s mouth. There was no room between them for him to hurt her with his words. Hennessy was replacing them with delicate thrusts of his tongue that had her savoring the flavor of the man himself.
“Are the cookies burning?” Hennessy whispered against her lips.
Arin gasped, reluctantly moving away from him to check. “No.”
Taking them out, she was relieved to see they were on the crispy side, but they weren’t burnt.
Giving one to Hennessy, she waited expectantly for his opinion.
“What do you think?”
“I like the taste of my curvy cutie better.”
Arin tried one for herself. “It needs something else.”
“Like what?”
Arin went to the refrigerator and came back with a gallon of milk.
“Is that a hint, or did you want milk?”
Before she could answer, Jack came through the swing door.
“I smelled the cookies upstairs. Are they done?”
“Just took them out of the oven. You two mind cleaning up for me? I need to get changed before the children get here.”
“Go ahead. Hennessy and I have it covered.”
Taking two cookies and the glass of milk she’d poured, she sauntered toward the door, using her shoulder to keep it from closing.
“Hennessy … Jack …” Arin waited until they looked up from cleaning the counter. “Save the rest of the cookies for the children. You never know when Santa is watching.”
Chapter 13
“She’s my Santa.”
The men glared at each other when the same words came out of their mouths at the same time.
“She’s mine.” Hennessy clutched the flour bag, forcing a puff to escape.
“She’s mine,” Jack contradicted. “My naughty Santa gift today was a thermal mug with marshmallows inside. She knows I love cocoa with marshmallows.”
“One of mine was a cock warmer, and it was the right size. None of the women in the club would know if it would fit except for her.”
“It was a lucky guess or a one size fits all.”
“One size might fit your tiny dick, but not mine.”
“You fucking wish.”
Having enough of the smug brother, Hennessy was just about to use the brother’s long hair to mop the floor when Moon and Reaper came through the door.
“Are those fresh cookies I smell?”
Hennessy slapped Moon’s hand away from the cookies when he reached for one.
“Did you just smack my hand?” Moon narrowed his eyes at him.
“If you have to ask, I must not have hit it hard enough. Arin made them for the kids. If she didn’t want Jack and me to have any when we helped make them, you sure as fuck don’t get any.”