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

sitting here and talking to you, maybe it was the wrong move.”

“I’m successful in LA. I sell cars left and right, the top earner in the dealership, and my commissions are adding up every single month, but I’m lonely. You’re right on that. I’m also so head over heels in love with Hawk that I’d rather have just a small amount of pure happiness, than a lifetime of nothing special.”

Trista opens her mouth, but I squeeze her hand and shake my head. “Also, I’ve never had someone love me like this before. I know it’s different from a romantic love, but I’ve never had love at all, so if this is where you want me, then this is where I’ll be.”

“Avah,” a booming growl shouts causing both of us to stiffen and our conversation to quickly die.

HAWK

“Now that we have a plan, when do we go?” I demand.

Dragon lifts his gaze to me from across his desk, his eyes narrowing as his mouth forms a straight line and he shakes his head once.

“We gotta wait,” he says.

Growling, I lean forward in my chair, unbelieving this moment, his words. If I could strangle him right now, I would. I think I might at a later date because there is something about him lately, he’s really pissing me the fuck off.

“Care to explain?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything else. I know I’m being patronizing, but I also don’t give a fuck, I deserve an explanation on this one.

“Jaguar said he needs a little more time.”

I almost burst out in laughter, if he wasn’t being completely serious, I think I might. Instead, my entire body starts to shake in rage and a low rumble escapes my chest.

“You’re taking orders from Jaguar, now?” I demand on a growl.

He shakes his head. “I’m not, but what I’m doing is making sure the timing is perfect. Right now, it’s not.”

“And? What’s your plan when Jaguar gives you the order?” I ask, my tone one-hundred percent smart-ass.

“Calm the fuck down,” Dragon grinds out.

“Fuck off,” I snap.

He doesn’t get angry, doesn’t threaten me, in fact, he looks completely passive as he watches me from across the desk. Meanwhile, I’m getting hot as fuck, ready to throw down with my president.

“Bones is coming down here with a few of his men. We’re going to have a meet on this. It will get handled, retribution will happen.”

Clenching my teeth together, I stand and place my palms on his desk as I lean forward. “Swear to God, if we wait on this shit again and something else happens, it’s your ass. I won’t sit back on this, not again. Something happens to Trista or anyone else, it’s on your head and that fuck will be rolling.”

Without another word, I stand up straight, turn around and walk out of the room. I’m tired and I need a goddamn beer, then Avah’s going to suck my dick so that I can sleep and tomorrow, I’ll deal with whatever comes my way, but tonight I’m too goddamn tired.

That is.

Until.

Until I see Avah.

She’s not where I left her, where I told her to be, no, fuck no, why would she listen to me? Instead, she’s sitting at a table with Trista, laughing and chatting it up, looking like the knockout that she is, her full paint on her face and her hair done.

“Avah,” I shout from across the room.

Her back stiffens and slowly she turns around, her eyes finding mine. I watch as her lips part, bright red fucking lips, and her green eyes widen. Fuck me, but I want inside of her again. Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t know how much sex I can physically have at my age, but I’m down to find out.

“Get your goddamn ass over here.”

I expect her to stand up and walk over to me, but she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes narrow and she sits back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips. I can’t see anything else around me, my vision is focused on her and nowhere else.

Marching toward her, I don’t bother saying a word to anyone that I pass, instead I grab the back of her chair, spin her around and bend over. Shoving my shoulder in her belly, I pick her up and stand with her body draped over me.

“Hawk,” Trista shouts. “Taz, do something.”

I hear Taz’s chuckle. “Sorry, babe. Can’t get in the middle of that shit, got no claim to Avah.”

I don’t bother sticking around for the rest of their conversation, instead I walk toward the hallway that leads to my room, only pausing to see Keaston standing at the end of the bar. He looks at us, Avah hitting my back with her little fists, and his eyes widen. I arch a brow, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t, instead he jerks his chin toward me.

With a snort, I continue on my way, only stopping when I’m in my bedroom and after I’ve slammed the door behind me. Tossing Avah on the bed, I watch as she bounces a couple of times, her face bright red with anger.

“On your knees, open your mouth,” I demand.

“Fuck off, I’m not sucking your dick,” she snaps.

“No, you’re not,” I agree. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Be a good girl and take your punishment.”

Chapter Fifteen

AVAH

A shiver of desire rolls through me at Hawk’s words. Maybe it’s a threat, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter because I want that. I want him. I want him to fuck my mouth. I know that I shouldn’t. I’m sure that it’s totally fucked up, but I’m never going to be normal, not that I know what that word even means.

Opening my mouth, my entire body trembles as he begins to stroke his hard cock. He looks down at me, his eyes blazing with the same heat that I’m feeling pulse throughout my entire body.

Wordlessly, he takes a step toward me, his hand reaching out quickly and his fingers