UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7) by Hayley Faiman (lightweight ebook reader .txt) 📕

the feeling, the way he fills me, not only my pussy, but my heart too. That’s the most dangerous part, at least when it comes to him. I should not feel this way, but I do and I can’t stop it, I can’t help myself.

“Taking you home.”

Pressing my lips together, my breath hitches and I try to hide the reaction, but I can see that he heard it. His lips curve up into a shit-eating grin and his body starts to shake in a silent laugh. Biting the inside of my cheek, I try not to tell him to fuck himself, mainly because I want him to fuck me, but it’s really difficult to keep my mouth shut.

“I am home,” I whisper.

He snorts. “Baby, you ain’t home.”

I open my mouth to argue with him, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he guides my head closer to him, forcing me to bend and then his lips are on mine. He slants my head, and his tongue fills my mouth at the same time his hips thrust upward.

The hand that was on my back travels down to my hip and he grabs a hold of me there, the hand still buried in my hair unmoving as he holds me still and fucks me from underneath. I can’t move, my body held still by his firm grasp.

I whimper, my eyes sliding closed as he takes from me everything that I’m willing to give, though that’s everything that I have, because it’s his. All his. Even if I fucking hate the fact that I’m so weak when it comes to him.

“I am home,” I moan.

He laughs again, obviously I’m hilarious, and it doesn’t surprise me that he’d think that because when it comes to Hawk, I’m pathetically powerless. My body climbs higher and higher with each upward thrust of his hips, his pelvis hitting my already sensitive clit expertly.

Maybe that’s what it is about him. He doesn’t take from me just to take. He gives, too. He makes sure I’m satisfied, he always knows exactly what I need, even if I don’t. He’s the first man to truly care if I get there, if I’m happy, if I’m satisfied.

I’ve had clients who get me off, but they do it for themselves only. Hawk isn’t that way, he’s genuine in wanting to make sure I leave his bed and his body completely sated. I gasp, my eyes flying open when he stops.

I’m close, so damn close, I’m teetering on the edge and we’ve been together enough times that he knows exactly how close I am to falling over into an abyss. He tugs my head back farther, making it impossible for me to speak.

“You’ll tell me, Avah. You don’t and you won’t come. I’m not fucking around, this is serious,” he grinds out, all of his humor completely vanished.

“You’re an asshole,” I grind back. It takes everything that I have to even say the words.

Wordlessly, he flips me onto my back, his hands still holding me hostage, his dick buried deep, his eyes focused on mine and nowhere else. He’s dead ass serious, he is not fucking around and if I’m not mistaken, I see worry etched in his features and something changes inside of me, something shifts.

“Hawk,” I breathe.

He shakes his head. “Now,” he demands.

“A senator.”

Chapter Eleven

HAWK

I don’t say a word. Not a single one. Instead, I fuck her until we come and we’re both satisfied, then I stay buried inside of her and stare into her eyes. Those fucking green eyes, they own me, every fucking part of me. I don’t know when or how it happened, but it did and I’m hers just as much as she is mine.

We catch our breaths as we continue to stare into one another’s gazes. “Say something,” she exhales.

Shaking my head, I lick my lips, wondering why someone so fucking young and beautiful wants anything to do with me. Then I decide, I don’t give a fuck why. It doesn’t matter why. All that matters is she wants me and I’m keeping her.

“Pack your shit. You’re coming home.”

Pushing off of her, I release my hold and roll onto my back. Avah follows me, pushing up next to me, her long black hair falling around her like curtains as she looks down at me, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finally gathers her words.

“I don’t think you really understand, Hawk. This is a senator, not just some local whatever. This is a big deal. If he comes after me, and he will, that puts everyone in danger.”

I roll to my side, lifting my hand, I cup her cheek. My eyes search hers and I see terror swimming in her gaze. With a sigh, I refuse to accept her shit. The thought of a senator coming after me doesn’t fill me with happy thoughts, however, if she’s scared of this guy, it’s a real concern.

“You’re going to tell me everything,” I demand.

She presses her lips together and I watch as she bites the inside of her cheek. I’m sure she wants to say a million things, but she doesn’t. Instead, she leans forward, her lips touching mine.

“Not here,” she whispers against my mouth.

Shifting my hand from her cheek, I slide my palm around to cup the back of her head. Sliding my tongue out, I taste her lips, keep it a brief and light taste.

“Shower,” I grunt. “Then sleep.”

She nods her head, slipping off of the bed. Following behind her, I watch as she starts the water. Closing the bathroom door, I lean close to her, careful not to raise my voice.

“He got your place bugged?” I rasp.

She shifts her head from side to side, her eyes wide. “I don’t think so, but he’s been here. He left me some notes and flowers. He’s been to my work too, but I haven’t seen his face. He’s either hidden in the shadows or comes up behind me.”

“Coward,” I grind out.

She shrugs a shoulder,