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

Opening the bedroom door, I roll my lips together, inhaling a deep breath and step out into the hallway. I hear a moan and I turn to the side.

My eyes widen at the sight of Keaston thrusting his hips, railing no other than Sable who has her back against the wall and her head turned toward me. Her lips curve up into a lazy grin as he ruts and grunts against her.

I smirk at her, and her smile widens. I don’t know why or how, but we’ve made some kind of peace, she and I. Though I don’t dare tell Trista that, she still hates the bitch. I don’t blame her, but I understand Sable. I wouldn’t try to steal someone’s man like that or run off his woman, but I get why she would.

Security is a bitch, especially when you don’t have any or you feel as though you’re about to lose the little you do have. Something ugly slithers down my spine and I can’t shake it. I can’t describe the feeling, I know that I shouldn’t have it though.

Turning away from Keaston and Sable, I make my way toward the bar. Squaring my shoulders, inhaling a deep breath as my gaze searches the room. It doesn’t take me long to find the man I’m looking for.

Hawk is at the bar, right where he said he would be, his back to me. The sense of dread and doom lingers as I approach him. Maybe it’s just the unknown, that this is all uncharted and brand new for me.

I’ve never been in a relationship before and I’m jumping completely in, headfirst, with a man’s man. Someone who will not hesitate to call me on my shit. Who will look at me sideways and expect me to toe the line—always.

I’m not even testing the waters.

Nope.

Not at all.

When Avah does something, she does it big. Then apparently, she thinks about herself in the third person.

“Hey, baby,” he rasps, turning around as soon as I approach. His eyes are a little glassy and I wonder if he’s on something other than the beer that’s in his hand.

He doesn’t say anything else to me, instead, he lifts his hand and cups the side of my cheek. “Beautiful, honey,” he rasps.

His hand slowly glides down the side of my neck, then my arm until he stops at my wrist, then my breath hitches when he slides that palm down my side, slowly touching every single curve until he stops at the side of my thigh.

“Orson,” I whisper on a shaky breath.

Hawk chuckles, the sound as warm and soothing as his touch. I watch as his tongue peeks out and he slides it along his bottom lip. I’m unable to move my gaze away, and I don’t know why, but it’s so sexy that I have to press my thighs together.

He squeezes my leg, then shifts his hand, slipping it between my thighs. He grunts when he realizes that I’m not wearing panties. His fingers slide through my folds and I have to lift my hand and curl my fingers around his shoulder, gripping him as he begins to touch me.

“Orson,” I gasp.

He chuckles. “Love it when you call me that, Avah.” His voice is deep, low, and raspy. “When you say my name all breathy and turned on. It’s hot as fuck.”

“I cannot believe you’re doing this here and I’m letting you,” I hiss as I subtly move my hips in search of more.

He hums, leaning forward, and touches his lips to the hollow of my throat. “You’d let me do this and more anywhere, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs against my skin.

“You know I would.” And I would. I really, really fucking would.

I’m his match as much as he’s mine. The fact that he can’t keep his hands off of me, that he has to touch me, that is more of a turn-on than him actually touching me. His fingers swirl my clit before two slip inside of me. His fingers make a come-hither motion at the same time his palm grinds against my clit.

My nails dig harder into his shoulder for support, I know that I must score the leather of his cut, but I don’t care. I’m panting, my chest is rising and falling rapidly as I climb higher and higher. I’m so close. I’m in the middle of a crowded bar, music blaring and people moving and talking all around me, but I don’t care—I’m going to come.

Then he stops.

He.

Stops.

My eyes fly open and my lips part in surprise. He’s grinning at me like a fucking fool, his eyes glassy and I know he’s high. If he’s high and fucking with me to get a laugh, I’m going to kill him… slowly.

HAWK

“You ready for what’s about to come?” I ask.

Her eyes are wide and if looks could kill, I’d be lying dead right here where I sit. None of that stops the smile from spreading on my face. I’m going to make her mine tonight, in front of my entire fucking club. Not a single fucking thing could bring me down.

“What’s to come?” she finally asks when I don’t say anything else, when I just stare at her with what probably is a goofy fucking grin on my face.

Slipping my fingers from between her legs, I watch as her lips part and wish that I could stay inside of her, even if it’s just my fingers at the moment. She lets out a breath and then sucks a deep one in on an inhale.

“Makin’ you mine, honey.”

Standing, I don’t give her a chance to ask me any more questions, reaching down, I wrap my arm around her thighs and pick her up on one swift move. Turning my head, I let out a whistle and the music instantly dies down along with everyone’s voices.

She squeals as I walk her toward the middle of the room. Shifting my gaze to the side, I see Trista standing next