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

giving me a forced smile. “No reason to be, it’s not like I can go to the police.”

If it wasn’t so goddamn true, I would laugh. “We’re going to a hotel tonight. Tomorrow, we head home.”

“What about Keaston?”

My eyes widen in surprise. “You need to tell me something about him?”

She inclines her head, her eyes narrowing in my direction. “I told you, he was helping me. I can’t just walk away and allow the wolves to feast on him, Hawk,” she hisses.

I throw back my head in laughter. She’s funny, my girl. “Baby, he wanted between your legs. He wasn’t protecting you out of the sheer goodness of his heart.”

She stiffens, wrinkling her nose up at me. “Doesn’t matter, Hawk. I can’t just leave him. Without him being around, I would already be gone.”

With a heavy sigh, I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling, wondering which one of my bad deeds I’m paying for in this exact moment. Dipping my chin, I look into her eyes and give her a smile.

“It’s what you want? Him to come to Eagar?” I ask.

She licks her lips before she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and gives me a nod as she leans toward me, tilting her head a bit farther to look directly into my tipped-down gaze. “I think it’s the right thing to do.”

“You don’t want to fuck him?” I ask.

She laughs softly. “No, Hawk. I don’t want to fuck him.”

“You only want to fuck me?” I ask, my lips twitching into a grin.

Avah lifts her hand, placing her palm against my chest before she drags her fingers through the hair at my chest and down my belly, then she wraps her fingers around my cock and gently squeezes. Her pouty lips part as she watches me. I let out a growl, wishing I was closer to twenty than sixty and I could get hard again so quickly and fuck her again.

“You’re the only man I want to fuck,” she breathes. “Daddy.”

I let out a groan. Fuck me, but I love that shit and I know how goddamn wrong it is, considering she truly is young enough to be my daughter. “Be a good girl and go sit on the edge of that counter. I’m going to eat you, honey.”

“But your cum is still inside of me,” she says with a hitch of her breath.

With a jerk of my chin, I don’t respond to her observation. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t argue, instead she climbs up on the edge of the vanity and spreads her legs for me. Sinking to my knees, I spread her folds with my fingertips, smiling at her soft, pink, and swollen pussy.

“Hawk,” she says in a trembling voice.

Her hands are grasping the edge, her knuckles white as she waits for my mouth on her clit. Her head is tilted down to watch, her lips pressed together, and her gaze hungry as fuck.

This is my Avah.

Leaning forward, I circle her eager clit with my tongue. She lets out a sigh as her thighs shake next to my face. Wordlessly, my tongue focusing solely on her clit assaults her in the best way fucking possible.

I show her that she’s mine, claim her right here, knowing that I have her now. She’s coming home with me and I’m going to brand her as soon as we get there. When she comes, I can’t deny that a sense of pride fills me as her body trembles and her cries fill the bathroom, echoing off of all the walls around us.

She falls forward as I stand. Picking her up, I carry her toward the shower and we wash one another off. I try to wash away her worry, but it doesn’t disappear, it’s deep inside of her and it’s not for herself, it’s for me, for the club, and her newfound friend.

Whatever she needs to feel safe, even if that means bringing another man into our group, a man that I know wants inside of her sweet cunt, then I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. She knows who this senator is and when I get all of the information that I need, I’ll make damned fucking sure he’ll never be an issue again.

AVAH

I’m exhausted. Three orgasms in just a few hours will do that to a girl. Plus, being stalked, and everything that happened at the dealership tonight. It’s a lot for me to take in and I just want to sleep, for a year, maybe two at this point.

Hawk grunts, jerking his chin toward a bag, and then toward my closet. Nodding my head, I wonder how much I can truly take. He shakes his head with a growl, but he doesn’t turn around and leave the room like I expect.

Instead, he marches up to me, lifting his hand, he cups my cheek before he leans in, his lips touching mine.

“Whatever you need, we’ll come back and get or I’ll buy you more. Pack very light, honey. You’re on the back of my bike.”

My breath comes out on a shaky sigh. “I sold a lot of my designer clothes, but what I kept isn’t cheap, Hawk.”

He chuckles. He knows exactly how much I like my expensive clothes. “Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it,” he promises.

“Okay,” I sigh.

“Essentials.”

Taking a step back, I mourn the loss of his lips against my own. Turning around, I take a small backpack and start to pack as much shit inside of it as I can.

I start with my toiletries, because as much as he says he’s going to buy my stuff, I highly doubt I’ll be getting five-hundred-dollar face cream next day aired to me anytime soon.

I think about not even packing panties, knowing how much we have sex, I doubt I’ll really need them. With a shiver of desire at my own imagination, I grab some tops and shorts, then throw in my favorite pair of jeans.

There is no