UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7) Hayley Faiman (moboreader .TXT) 📖

Avah throws back her head laughing, her wild black hair skimming her ass when she does. Reaching behind her, I grab ahold of her ass and squeeze her flesh. She lifts her hands, gripping my shoulder before she rights herself.

“I’m with you because you’re easy to fall for, Hawk. You’re also sexy as shit.”

My lips curve up into a smile, knowing damn well that she’s full of shit. Squeezing her ass, I bend my knees and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist instantly and her arms around my shoulders.

Tilting my head back, I look up at her. She’s got her chin dipped down, her eyes focused on mine and a sweet smile tugging on her full lips. I think about what she said, about her not getting all that shit done to her face and body, and for whatever reason, I shift forward and touch her lips with my own.

I want to have her.

Not just the untouchable version that she always showed the world.

I want to have the real her.

“Hawk,” she breathes against my lips.

I hum, my cock hard with anticipation. I don’t think I’m going to make it to the damn shower. I feel like a kid again when I’m with her, but better than I ever did back then, different.

The wall is only a few steps away, so instead of walking to the shower, I take the few steps and press her back against the wall, my grip still firm on her ass.

Avah rips her lips from mine, her breathing coming out in heavy pants. Her green eyes widen as I bury myself inside of her with one quick thrust, then she lets out a sigh and looks at me through lowered lids.

“Fuck me,” she exhales. She leans forward, her teeth nipping my bottom lip. “Own me.”

The way she says it, this isn’t just sex. This is more. This is so much fucking more. Pulling out almost completely, I slam back inside of her to the root. She lets out a grunt, her arms flexing around my shoulders.

We don’t say anything else, nothing left to say. Her words, her demand—own me. That says everything. She’ll be branded by the end of the week—mine.

She’s not going back to LA, she’s not going anywhere but my bed and the back of my bike. Nowhere else she needs to be. Shouldn’t have walked away from her last time, I’ll be damned if I let that shit happen again.

Her body trembles as I grind my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. She’s so fucking close, her pussy fluttering as her moans fill the room.

“God,” she cries. “Harder.”

Fuck me, I’m fucking her hard, harder than I ever have and she wants more. I growl, thrusting and moving harder and faster. She lets out a whimper, her head falling back and hitting the wall. It doesn’t take long, just a few rough strokes before she comes.

Gripping her ass, I hold her now limp body as I search for my own release. Dipping my chin, I watch her tits bounce with each thrust, loving the way that they move, her nipples sweet hardened peaks.

Licking my lips, my gaze travels down to her center. I watch my cock move in and out of her, glistening with her wetness, with her release and I let out a groan. My balls immediately tighten and I feel a tingling in my lower back right before I bury myself as deep as I can inside of her and come, hard.

Lowering my head, I press my forehead against her chest, attempting to catch my breath.

“So good,” she sighs. “Every time. So damn good.”

Lifting my head, I look up into her eyes. “I thought that was my line.” I chuckle.

Her lips twitch into a smile. “Yeah, probably, but it can be mine too.”

Shifting forward, I brush my mouth along hers. “Yeah, baby. It can.”

Chapter Fourteen

AVAH

Hawk promised rest, relaxation, food, and more sex. What I got? Sex, a shower, and him looking at his phone, then telling me that he had to go. Of course, that came with a stern, demanding order to stay my ass in bed.

I smirk to myself as I slip on my clothes. I’m going to need to go shopping and do laundry tomorrow, then I need to figure out how to deal with my damn job and try to decide what I’m going to do with my future.

If that future includes Hawk and staying here, or if I have to make a really hard decision and walk away. I don’t want to think about leaving, but the reality is that we haven’t discussed anything and, in the end, no matter how much we want one another, we may not have the same plan for how we see the future.

First, I need to see my girl because it’s been far too long and I miss her. Plus, I need to hear everything about this baby that is on the way. Though, I don’t think any of the heavy decisions that are weighing on me will go away anytime soon or need to be solved tomorrow, so for tonight I’m going to focus on my friend.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I cringe. My hair is freshly washed and styled. My clothes are as on point as they can be and with a sigh, I slip into my sandals and apply another layer of red lipstick in hopes that it will provide some kind of shield.

It doesn’t.

I’m still Avah, the whore.

Avah, the lost.

Avah, the weak.

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I make my way downstairs and smile as soon as I see Trista sitting in a chair next to the pool table. Her husband is playing pool, but she’s smiling as she laughs at something Pinkie tells her.

It’s still fairly early in the evening and there are only a few guys hanging around, but I have a feeling it’s going to get busy tonight. Hurrying