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

almost crash against mine. I can feel the fire coming from her, that anger and annoyance filling her, but fuck me, I like it. I like all of her moods, every single fucking one of them.

While she’s distracted almost kissing me, I slide my hand down the front of her stomach popping the button of her jeans, then slip my hand beneath her pants. My fingers shift down her panties and over her mound before I hit her sweet wet cunt.

“You like it,” I whisper against her lips.

“It’s wrong,” she practically moans.

A laugh rolls through me at the thought of her thinking anything to do with sex is wrong. “Baby, nothing we do is wrong, not ever. If anything could be considered wrong, it would begin with a lot more than me fucking you right here in the open.”

“Not just in the open,” she breathes as her hips search for the friction she needs. “With Keaston right there,” she hisses.

Nipping her neck, I growl against her skin and continue to finger fuck her. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I press my palm against her clit. Avah lifts her hand, wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck as she holds on to me tightly, her back arching as her hips jerk with each pump of my fingers and grind of my palm.

“So wrong,” she moans.

“Nothing is fucking wrong when it feels this goddamn amazing,” I remind her.

Those are the exact words she said the first time we fucked, in my room at the clubhouse, Trista just a few doors down the hall. She was right then and I’m right now. I can feel her pussy flutter and I know that she’s close, but I pull my hand from between her thighs before she comes.

“Hawk,” she grinds out, her fingers tightening against the back of my neck.

My laugh comes out deep and raspy, my own body on goddamn edge. “Take your pants down, gonna fuck you like this so nobody sees a damn thing.”

“How are you this horny all the time?” she asks on a sigh as she does exactly what I’ve demanded and shimmies her tight jeans down as far as she can. At the same time, I push my own jeans down and release myself.

She can only get them down to about mid-thigh, which is perfectly fine with me. “Arch,” I growl.

I feel her sweet ass press against my hard cock and I let out a groan, knowing that her ass is mine, her cunt, tits, and mouth is mine too. Her hand lifts again and her fingers wrap around the side of my neck, most likely an anchor for her arched position.

She flexes her fingers, digging her nails into my skin and I let out a grunt, absolutely loving the way it feels. The hand beneath us, I maneuver and wrap around the front of her throat, the other I use to guide myself inside of her wet heat before it resumes its position against her no doubt aching clit.

“Stay still,” I murmur against her ear. “You’re going to come on my cock, I want to feel every fucking moment.”

No other words are said, not even one. Just breath hitches, gasps, and soft moans as I play that beautiful fucking clit until she comes completely undone around me. I feel every goddamn second of it too. Her pussy flutters, then squeezes as she comes. The muscles in her body stiffen before she lets out a sigh.

With a grunt, I thrust inside of her, enjoying the way that she feels, the way her body is arched for me. It doesn’t take me long to find my own release, my body exhausted and sore from the trip.

Clenching my jaw, I let out a growl as I fill her with my cum, deciding right then and there that I’m going to brand her as soon as possible. It’s probably dumb, seeing as she’s so much younger than I am. We don’t know one another that well, and my track record isn’t all that fucking great, but she’s mine and I’m keeping her.

“Get some sleep,” I rasp against her shoulder, continuing to hold her, though my grip on her neck loosens and I slide that arm down to wrap around the front of her chest.

She turns her head, her lips sliding along the underside of my jaw. “You’re still inside of me, Hawk,” she says.

I hum. “Yeah, that’s where I belong.”

Chapter Thirteen

AVAH

I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t look like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet at this point. I’m sure that I look like a complete disaster, not like I’ve seen myself in the mirror or anything, I haven’t. Do you know how hard that is for me?

It’s pretty fucking hard, especially since the next stop we make is the clubhouse with all of his brothers and Trista, not to mention whatever new little whores are there, new whores that he’s no doubt slept with.

Gripping the sides of Hawk’s waist, I try not to think about the fact that I haven’t had a shower and I had to pee behind a cactus, it was the weirdest moment of my life.

Well, almost.

Really, the oddest request from a client was when he wanted me to fall asleep so that he could jack off, just watching me sleep. I’ve had other odd things, but that one has always stuck with me, that and now, peeing behind a cactus.

Hawk reaches backward and wraps his hand around my thigh, squeezing me. The wind whips my hair around and I wonder if these extensions are completely trashed, or savable? They’re probably trashed. With a sigh, I lean forward and press my cheek against the warm leather of Hawk’s vest.

His hand stays on my thigh until we slow down, rolling to almost a stop. Lifting my head, I gasp at the sight in front of me. It’s the clubhouse gate opening. We’re here. Then I let out a squeak, because