Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

I need to run into Target, and it’s not far from here,” she answered with a wave. “Just text me when you need me to pick you up.”

I stepped back, waving her off before turning on my heel and taking a good look at the place behind me. I tried to ignore the barbecue area as I walked through the gates and across the open area the front of the clubhouse.

There was some grass, some asphalt, but it was mostly stone. The two large buildings were separate, the clubhouse off to the left in an L-shape that followed the fence line, and on the right a three-bay garage where there were a handful of men working on a motorcycle.

The long line of Harleys that sparkled in perfect formation between the buildings was something to be admired—the chrome, the leather, the power beneath you.

Though I quickly realized the formation wasn’t perfect.

And it was because of just the man I was looking for.

And by looking for, I meant fucking craving.

It’d been four days.

He’d come by the house a couple of times to check on me and bring the doctor in to review my burn. I was thankful for that simply because it saved me paying God knows what to see a doctor or go to the hospital.

Hawk was already watching me when I started walking toward him, a smirk on his face, and his arms folded across his naked chest. “Was that Gem?” His club colors hung on his handlebars, never far away. Hawk’s skin was tanned and sexy, and in the afternoon sun, just a little glossy from sweat.

I had been attracted to this man the moment I caught his green eyes on me.

There was something about them.

The way they seemed to brighten and darken with his mood.

His hair often fell across his face, covering his eyes. The way he looked at me through the strands had my pulse elevating every single fucking time, my body tingling with anticipation as I moved closer, one step after another, rounding to the other side of his bike.

“It was just a question, baby,” he teased when I still hadn’t answered or spoken a word.

He watched me, a smirk on his face, as I lazily grazed my fingers over his leather seat and up over the handlebars. “She’ll be back soon. She knew I wasn’t going to be long,” I explained, trying not to pull back when he moved closer, not because I was afraid of his touch, but what I might do when I felt it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you cleaning your bike.”

Hawk hooked his finger under my jaw, forcing me to lean in, though the mighty beast of a Harley stood in the way, keeping that tortured breath of air between us. “It’s fine, I now have something far more important to do.”

I hummed softly. “Like what?”

“Like making you come,” he rasped, his thumb tugging on my bottom lip. “Get on.”

He grabbed his colors from the handlebars and slipped his arms into the leather. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I debated internally which was sexier.

Naked chest.

Or naked chest with his cut tossed on.

His soft growl as he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear, had me sucking in a sharp gasp. “Get on, or instead of fucking that pussy like I have all intentions of doing right now, I’m gonna take you upstairs and just make that ass red.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the gentle pulsing of my clit and physically biting my tongue to keep me from letting him know just how extremely okay I was with either option.

“I’m wearing a sundres—”

“Baby.”

That was the last warning, so I zipped my lips, waiting until he climbed on before reaching for his shoulder to steady myself as I attempted to climb on behind him. But instead, he grabbed my wrist. “You’re getting on the front,” he ordered, scooting back to give me room, his hands guiding me on, so I was sitting facing him, my back to the handlebars.

Hawk grinned, lifting my legs and hooking them back over his thighs.

With one tug, I slipped down, right into his lap, our bodies pressed together. He reached around me and turned the engine over, and I was fucking positive I heard him chuckle when I gasped—the vibrations of the rumbling Harley settled right between my fucking legs.

Right where I was already needy and aching.

The hardness pressed to the front of his jeans sat snug against my damp panties. I fought hard for all of two seconds before losing all restraint and grinding my hips forward, a breathy moan falling from my lips when his rock-hard cock pressed into my clit.

“That feel good?” he rasped, his hands grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly before pulling me in hard against him again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails scratching at his skin as I threw my head back. “You wanna play?”

“I want you,” I whispered, the words tumbling from my lips before I could think about what I was saying or try to stop them. I froze for a second, dropping my eyes to meet his.

My breathing was becoming heavy, excitement and pleasure pumping through me, desire obviously lowering my inhibitions. So, when he reached beneath my dress that was conveniently covering both our laps and unzipped his jeans, my first thoughts were not ‘but people will see us.’

Instead, my adrenaline spiked, my pussy instantly soaked at the idea that maybe they won’t.

We could fuck right here.

And people would simply see us kissing and talking close.

He reached in and pulled his cock out, letting it stand at attention while he tugged at my panties, pulling them to the side. “Sit on it,” Hawk demanded, his free hand helping to lift my ass just slightly and move forward, lowering me torturously slow onto his rock-hard length. “Fucking hell.”

My mouth just hung open as I guided myself onto him, unable to speak as he filled me