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

on mine, holding mine as he continues to stand way too far away from me.

“Figured you didn’t want them. That part of my life is done, baby. I’m gonna be a grandpa and I need to focus on that. Fucked that father shit all up the first go-around. Didn’t think to ask if you would want this, shoved that shit to the side and like the bull I am, I went headfirst and brought your sexy ass back here because that’s what I wanted.”

“Orson,” I exhale.

Tears don’t fill my eyes, not with this. I expected all of this, but not the first night back here. Not so soon. It’s here though and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it. This is my life. A sliver of happiness, of hope, and then it’s snatched away in some way.

“While you’re here, you’re in my bed, Avah. You’re still mine, honey.”

“When this dies down?” I ask.

He dips his chin, lifting his brows. “You know the answer to that.”

Nodding my head, I swallow the lump in my throat. I do know the answer to that, too well. Clearing my throat, I nod. “Okay.”

“Yeah? You’re good with that?”

Thinking about Sable slipping into his bed while I’m here, right under my nose, it makes my stomach queasy. Biting the inside of my cheek, I inhale a deep breath.

“I’m good with that. When this is done, I’m going to go.”

“Stay here, we’re all still your family, no matter what happened between us, Trista would want you to, I want you to.”

Just the thought of staying here and not being with him, not kissing him, seeing him, fucking him. It makes me want to throw up.

“When this is done, I’m going to go and I’m going to start again. I should have left LA the last time, shouldn’t have stayed. I won’t make that mistake again, I’m going to go somewhere completely different, far away from here.”

HAWK

Listening to her talk, all I want to do is carry her up to my room, spread her legs and plant my baby inside of her. I want to keep her—forever. She wants a family though, just like I thought she might.

I knew it, and I should have stayed away because now I don’t want to be without her. I know though, that staying will only make us both miserable, because I’m not doing kids again and she’s going to end up hating me.

“Trista needs you in her life,” I say, pointing out the obvious.

It’s not just Trista though, it’s Avah too, they need one another, more than anyone probably realizes, too.

Avah takes a step toward me, then another. I watch as she lifts her hand, cupping my cheek. Her fingers glide through the hair of my beard, scratching my skin as they do. Dipping my head, I look into her eyes and wonder if I can ever let her go?

“She’ll always have me, Hawk, but if I stay, then I won’t ever move on from you. Not that I will anyway, but being here will be too painful.”

“Painful?”

She hums. “I love you, Hawk. I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was instant. But it’s there, and there’s no way to make it just go away. I won’t be able to be near you and not touch you, not taste you. I also won’t be able to be near you knowing other women are doing all of that, too.”

Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the side of her throat. “You love me,” I rasp. “And you want to be mine.”

“And I want you to be mine,” she states.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Why didn’t I meet you thirty years ago?”

“Because I wasn’t born yet,” she quips.

We both start to laugh, the tension broken. I’m still pissed off at Dragon for the shit with the Punchers, still angry with her not following my direct orders, but fuck me, I love her too.

“How about we table this until the shit with your stalker blows over?” I ask.

Her eyes widen before she blinks. “Orson?”

Closing the short distance between us, I dip my chin even more and touch my mouth to hers. I don’t deepen the kiss, at least not yet. Sliding my tongue across her bottom lip, I taste her. She melts into me, her tits pressing against my bare chest and I groan at the sensation of her soft body against my own.

Definitely not wearing a bra.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, my mouth travels down her neck, tasting and biting the entire length, before I make my way back up and touch her mouth with my own again.

“You’re mine until further notice. We’re tabling all this shit, we’ll revisit later.”

“I’m going to fall deeper,” she breathes.

I hum against her lips. “Yeah,” I grunt as I reach down with both hands and wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs, picking her up and backing her against the wall of the clubhouse.

“Hawk,” she moans when I grind my pelvis against her cunt.

“Yeah,” I growl. “Fuck, yeah, Avah. You ain’t goin’ nowhere. Mine.”

“You’re going to destroy me, Hawk.”

I chuckle, lifting my head and looking directly into her green eyes. “Destroyed me the second those eyes landed on me, honey.”

Without another word, I slant my head and my lips slam against hers. No more words are spoken, our bodies doing all of the talking. Her body doing all of the taking as I fuck her against this wall. It’s fucking beautiful, too. Every goddamn second.

Chapter Seventeen

AVAH

“You dirty ol’ ho,” Trista cries out.

Squinting, I try to open my eyes, but I’m exhausted. “What?” I moan as I roll onto my back, tugging the sheet over my bare breasts, although it doesn’t matter much, Trista has seen every square inch of my body.

“You fucked my dad outside the clubhouse. That’s gross, by the way,” she announces.

My eyes widen and I sit straight up. I know my hair is everywhere, but it doesn’t matter, at least not right now. “You saw?” I hiss.

Trista