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

down, makeup or barefaced, but as she takes my hand and slips from the car, I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s absolutely stunning. Partially it’s because she’s just beautiful, but it’s also because she’s about to truly become mine.

All I want to do is pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and take her to my room, fuck her until she’s screaming my name and her cunt is dripping with my cum.

Clearing my throat, I shake my head, shaking the thoughts away for now, knowing that I can’t do that yet, we have more shit to do tonight—seriously important shit.

“I need to go and put my dress on for the party,” she murmurs next to me.

Stopping, I turn and tug her body against my own. Dipping my chin, my eyes search hers. I still have no fucking clue why she would want an old fuck like me, why she would want to keep me and stay with me for any length of time.

Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. “You in this with me, honey?” I ask.

“In this?”

She looks confused, but beautifully so, I’m almost unsure if I want to even clarify and continue this conversation. Sliding my thumb along the underside of her jaw, my eyes stay connected to hers.

“This life. Once you walk through the doors tonight, there’s no getting out. There’s no walking away from me. You’re fucking mine, Avah.”

I watch as she licks her lips, those green eyes never leaving my own. “I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care what a fucking mess you are. I don’t care that this shit you do is most likely illegal. None of it matters. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why?” I ask.

Her lips curve up into a grin. “I could simply just state, because you’re mine,” she offers, her smile widening. “But the reality of it is, I fell for you the instant I laid eyes on you. There’s nobody else for me.”

With a snort, I lean down, but I don’t kiss her lips knowing that she wouldn’t want her lipstick smeared. Instead, I touch my mouth to her forehead. One of her hands wraps around my waist and I feel her fingers grip the side of my shirt, before she shifts her head back, her gaze focused on mine.

“You could do better than some guy who is old as fuck, doesn’t own a home or anything of value other than a bike, has an adult daughter that he abandoned as a kid, and is part of an MC,” I say.

She lifts her hand, pressing her palm against my chest, the other hand still gripping my shirt at the side. “I could,” she breathes. “I could do a lot worse, too. But you act like I’m some pure and innocent sweet naïve thing.”

My lips twitch. “You ain’t?” I ask.

“God, you’re sexy,” she exhales.

We’re both practically panting and as much as I want inside of her, I know that right now isn’t the time. She needs to get her clothes on, because tonight I’m going to brand her and I am not sliding inside of her again until it’s official.

Taking a step back, I shift my fingers through my hair and inhale a calming breath. Wrapping my hand around hers, I tug her behind me and guide her into the clubhouse, and straight toward my bedroom.

I can hear her let out a giggle, then she hums as I fling her body into the bedroom. She practically goes flying across the room before she stops and rights herself. Slowly, she turns to me, but I haven’t moved from the threshold.

“Hawk?” she calls out.

Shaking my head slowly, I clear my throat. “Not until after the party,” I grunt, hating every word that leaves my lips.

My dick wants her right this goddamn minute. It’s angry as fuck that it’s not buried deep inside of her, slamming home hard and fast. Taking a step back, I have to force myself to move out of the room, I can’t stay here, especially as she starts to strip her clothes from her sexy a shit body.

“I’ll be at the bar waiting,” I grind out, closing the door behind me and practically running toward the bar and a stiff goddamn drink to calm my stiff cock.

Chapter Thirty-Two

AVAH

Smoothing my palms down the front of my dress, I turn to the side and look at my reflection in the mirror. Sinking my teeth into the bottom of my lip, I take in my entire reflection, but I basically focus on my middle.

I used to look like my entire body was airbrushed and I not only starved myself, but I worked out hard for that look. Then, the pressure that I had been under was suddenly taken from me and I realized that all that food restriction and over-exercising, it was for nothing.

Nobody gave a shit when they weren’t paying me to spread my legs and be their fantasy come to life. Nobody except Hawk and he didn’t care what I looked like. He’s seen me at my worst and he doesn’t give a shit.

Slipping my feet into the high heels that I found in some of the boxes that he had brought up to the room, I smile at the fact that he thought about me like that. He knows how much I like having my things, how materialistic I am.

It sounds like a bad trait, being materialistic, but I’m not this way because I’m selfish, at least I don’t think that I’m an extremely selfish person. I feel like I’m this way because I know what it’s like to have absolutely nothing and I never want to be that way again. Things make me feel secure.

Taking one last look at my reflection, I can’t help but smile. I’m bigger than I have ever been, curvier than I ever thought possible. My hair is shorter and unfortunately thinner from the fucking mess those gnarly extensions made out of it, but I’m happier