Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

completely. I pressed my body against his and buried my face in his neck, unable to keep from pressing breathless kisses along the underside of his jaw.

His hips moved as did mine in perfect time, so neither of us were moving much, but each pressing forward meant he was driving deep. The growl of the motor beneath us was only adding to the fucking feeling, everything feeling like it was vibrating, including his cock as it slipped in and out of me, the speed slowly picking up.

He threaded his fingers into my hair, twisting them tightly before pressing his mouth right next to my ear. “Anyone could see you taking my cock right now,” he declared, his teeth tugging at my earlobe, and his hips pushing a little further forward, stealing the air from my lungs. “You like that, huh?”

“Hawk,” I murmured, digging my nails further into his neck.

“Anyone would think that meant you wanted people to know you belonged to me,” he taunted and wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me forward hard and bottoming his cock out inside me.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Yes, that felt good?” he questioned, tugging my head back so his mouth could explore my neck. “Or yes, you want to be mine.”

The man was fucking incorrigible.

“Please,” I urged loudly, pressing my hips down, eagerly searching for more.

“You’re gonna ignore the question, huh?” Yes. I was. “Fine, I think I’ve got something that might change your mind.”

He released me, his length still buried deep inside me, but his arms reached around me for the handlebars of the bike, and the next minute, we were fucking moving.

“Hawk! What are you doing!” I hissed loudly, holding him tightly as he rolled forward, cruising slowly, not even lifting his feet from the ground.

The gravel of the parking lot flicked around for a second before we caught the bump into the garage, one tire hitting it before the other, both forcing his dick upward and my hips down. “Oh my God,” I groaned as we sailed into the garage, last bay on the right. The vibrations of the motor echoed in the large room, drawing the attention of Scoop and Ian, who were working on a bike a few bays down.

“Out!” Hawk’s voice boomed over the rumbling of the Harley, and all I caught was some laughter quickly followed by a loud buzzing sound and the roller doors all rolling down from the ceiling with heavy creaks and groans. He kicked out the stand, tilting us just a little.

It wasn’t long before Hawk’s hand slipped between us, sliding under my dress and tickling up my thigh. His thumb brushed across my clit just as he drove his length hard and deep inside me, no longer giving a shit about being subtle in case people were watching.

Though just when I thought I was about to get fucked even harder, he paused.

The Harley engine suddenly went silent, a soft whimper leaving my mouth at not just the loss of the vibrating machine beneath me but also his cock as he sat back, slipping from inside me. “Off,” Hawk ordered, and I instantly scrambled, sliding off the side and onto shaky legs, so fucking eager to just take whatever he was about to give me. “Back against the wall.”

I stumbled back, hitting the wall with a thud because I was unable to take my eyes off him as he stalked toward me, this predatory look in his eyes that I loved.

The one that told me I was about to be completely devoured.

And he didn’t waste a fucking second, his hand reaching for my throat, pressing me back, his mouth instantly covering mine. The kiss was demanding and explosive, his tongue dueling with mine for dominance while his hands reached for the hem of my dress.

Then he was gone.

And I was completely unprepared.

“Shit!” I cursed when he yanked at my panties, dragging them down past my knees. When I felt them fall to my ankles, I quickly slipped one foot out and flicked them to the side, not giving a shit at the time where the hell they ended up. Hawk got on his knees, his head going up under my dress before letting it fall again.

I almost giggled, but it was cut short when his tongue flicked over my clit. “Oh my God,” I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed, my hips pressing forward into his face. “Oh, Jesus…”

He attacked me.

Sweeping it through my folds, circling my clit, teasing it, lighting it on fucking fire.

I tilted my hips forward, and he hummed in approval, using the new angle to force his tongue right inside my pussy, fucking me with it before drawing back and sucking my swollen and needy clit into his mouth.

I was done for.

I grabbed his head, tugging hard at his hair and pushing his face into my pussy at the same time.

The wave that hit me almost made me scream.

I bit down hard on my lip, instantly knowing with the sharp pain that I’d made it bleed, but I didn’t care. My body turned into a groaning, shuddering mess, my entire body shaking as the rush of pleasure shot through me in every damn direction. He didn’t let up, just sucking harder as I practically squeezed his head between my thighs and came hard—right into his fucking mouth.

He slowed, gently lapping softly at my swollen clit to ease the twitching, sensitive little bud.

My legs felt like they could give way at any second, so I was thankful when he got to his feet and scrunched my dress up to my hips before hooking his hands under my ass and lifting me. He directed my legs around his waist and carried me to a workbench, the cold metal surface forcing me to suck in a deep breath right at the same time as he thrust forward, his rock-hard cock slipping right inside me.

I placed my hands behind me, my back arching and my head falling back.

His lips brushed up the center