UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7) by Hayley Faiman (top e book reader .TXT) 📗

I’m still pissed the fuck off at him, but I can’t hold a grudge, not when it comes to him. I’ve known the fucker for far too long and even when I don’t always like his decisions, I know that they always come from a good place.

“I’m ready to start a war. I want the Punchers gone.”

He nods his head with a grunt. “Yeah, brother. I do too, but we can’t go running in there without a plan.”

Pressing my lips together, I can’t help but think that Dragon has Jaguar as a part of the plan, whatever this plan is. If I gave more of a shit, I would probably ask.

“Tell Jag hi when you talk to him again,” I grunt before I walk away from him.

Pinkie isn’t entertaining anyone else tonight, so I make my way toward her. She tilts her head back when I walk up beside her, a smile playing on her lips. Arching a brow, I jerk my chin toward the hallway where my bedroom is located.

She doesn’t say a word, simply slides off of the barstool and smooths her microscopic skirt down with her hands. Turning my back to her, I head toward the hallway and my bedroom. I know she’s following behind me, not only can I sense her, but I can hear her high heels click as she shuffles quickly at my heels.

Once I step into my bedroom, I wait for her to cross the threshold before I speak. “Shut the door behind you,” I demand, my back still to her.

I hear the door close and only then do I turn around to face her. Silently, I watch as she puts her hands behind her back and unties the strings of her top. It falls to the floor and exposes her bare tits for me.

“What do you want, Hawk?” she purrs.

I like Pinkie, always have. She’s good people. Knows her place and doesn’t expect more from the club, or the members than she should. She’s not here to be an Old Lady. She’s here to have a safe place to live, to be protected, and to have some fun.

“You givin’ me something new?” I ask, arching a brow.

She chuckles. “Nothing new, hon. Just want to make sure you get exactly what you need.”

Need.

She has a clue at least.

But there’s nothing she can give me that I actually need.

“Start by sucking me hard, babe,” I mutter.

She smiles, slowly swaying her hips as she makes her way toward me, her tits moving just slightly with each step she takes. “Skirt off, shoes on,” I demand.

Pinkie laughs softly before she shimmies her skirt down. No need to take any panties off, because like the good clubwhore she is, Pinkie doesn’t wear any, at least not at night. She sinks to her knees and I don’t even have to tell her to spread her thighs so that I see her pussy, she just does it.

Closing my eyes, I drop my head backward as she expertly undoes my belt, zips my pants down, pushes my jeans and underwear to my thighs and wraps her hand around my cock. She doesn’t stroke me. Instead, her tongue touches the head of my dick before she swirls it around.

She tastes me before she takes my cock all the way down her throat, she sucks hard, her hand moving in sync with her mouth, causing the friction that I need to go from half-mast to completely hard.

Lifting my hand, I bury my fingers in the back of her hair, gripping her tightly as I thrust my hips forward. She moans, the vibration sliding throughout my entire body. This isn’t two lovers being together, we hold zero romantic feelings for one another, I simply fuck her mouth.

I don’t come down her throat, stopping just before I blow my load. I want some ass, I’m going to finish buried deep inside her back entrance.

“Turn around,” I grind out.

Her eyes widen and she smiles. “Lube and condom?” she asks.

“You know it, babe.”

With a nod, she turns around and positions herself with her chest on the floor, her legs spread wide, and her hands gripping her cheeks, spreading them apart for me. Licking my lips, I stare at the sight for a minute, it’s beautiful, however, I can’t help but wish that it was Avah in her place.

Turning from her, I grab the lube and a condom from the small table next to my bed. My balls ache to be emptied and I almost blow my load when I start to lube both of us up, knowing exactly what is about to happen.

“Play with your pussy,” I gently instruct.

Pinkie moans, her hand moving between her legs and I watch as she starts to work herself up. Then, when she’s good and ready, when she’s almost about to come, I start to prep her ass for my dick.

Every second of this moment, I think about Avah, and wish that she were here. I know that she needs to be free, needs to find herself, and I’m giving her that. But I don’t know how much longer I’m willing to wait for her to find whatever the fuck it is she’s looking for.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I align my cock with Pinkie’s ass and slowly sink inside of her. For the next several strokes of my dick, I think of nothing but my physical gratification, no matter how wrong it is.

Chapter Four

AVAH

For days I do nothing but look over my shoulder. I feel sweat drip down my chest between my breasts as my body temperature rises and adrenaline flows through my system, even while I’m just sitting at my desk working.

I remember this feeling all too well, except the last time I was stalked, I had Layne’s guards to keep me safe—now I have nothing and nobody. It’s terrifying. I’m trying to push it all to the back of my mind, but it’s staying at the forefront no matter what I