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

at night, put a fucking sticker or some shit on the side of the van and just drive. It can’t be that hard. Keep it simple. Sometimes when you’re too complicated, that’s when shit goes down.”

Dragon presses his lips together, then he nods his head a couple of times. “We try it your way for a while, we get fucked, it’s on you.”

“I’m cool with that. Get a route together with Wolfe and you’re on deck.”

He doesn’t say anything else, instead, he straightens and heads toward his own wife. I take that moment to do the same and make my way toward Avah. When I reach her, I hold out my hand for her.

“Are you silently asking me to dance?” she asks.

I grunt, not willing to actually say the words. Her lips curve up into a small smile and she dips her chin. “I’ll dance with you, husband,” she breathes.

“Obliged.”

Taking her in my arms, I look into her eyes and I dance with my wife. Never in a million years did I think that I would ever have a wife again, never would I think that I would have more children, especially at my age, but never did I think that I would ever truly fall in love.

I am just that, too.

I am head over heels, completely and totally in love with Avah.

UnBind Me

A SAVAGE BEAST SHORT STORY

Chapter One

WORM

I watch her from across the dance floor. The men have been circling her, especially the fucking prospects, but if they even think about talking to her, I’ll gut them—slowly or maybe quickly. I’m not sure how much of a rage I would fly into. I’ve never been possessive over a woman before, over anything really.

“You gonna ask her to dance or just eye fuck her from across the room?” Pinkie asks from beside me.

I’m honestly surprised that she’s here, with the families still running around. Jerking my chin, I don’t look down at her, mainly because I can’t keep my eyes off of Taylee. She’s fucking gorgeous.

“She ain’t ready for anything,” I murmur.

Pinkie snorts. “Boy, she’s ready for a dance. I didn’t ask you if you were going to fuck her on the dance floor.”

Licking my lips, I finally look over to Pinkie. She’s wearing something oddly appropriate. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her so covered up before. I give her a smile. Then, without saying a word, I turn away from her and start to make my way toward Taylee.

“Tay?” I ask when I approach her.

She doesn’t turn around right away and I wonder if she hasn’t heard me, then the other people around her slowly disperse and she tilts her head back to look up at me. She inhales and I watch her nostrils flare as she watches me.

“Daniel,” she breathes.

I gave her my name a few days ago and I shouldn’t have. When she says it, my cock goes rock fucking hard. I shouldn’t have told her until she was ready for more, until she was ready to be mine.

“Dance with me?”

She blinks, then rolls her lips together. “What about Pinkie? Why aren’t you dancing with her?”

Blinking, I can’t help but let out a snort. “Why would I?”

“You were talking to her.”

Lifting my hand to my face, I slide my palm down and try to cover up not only my smile, but my laugh as well. This fucking woman. She’s jealous and it’s not only cute, but it’s funny, and it’s sexy as all hell.

“Don’t want to dance with Pinkie, don’t want to do anything with anyone, except you.”

“Why?” she snaps, almost as if it’s a knee-jerk reaction.

“Because,” I say as I reach for her hand.

I don’t kiss her the way that I want. I don’t throw her over my shoulder and take her to my room, I just tug her to me and wrap her in my arms. I slow dance with her and hope that one day soon, she’ll let me do so much more.

TAYLEE

Daniel’s fingers wrap around my waist as he holds me close to him. I feel like a teenager as I lift my arms and wrap my hands around the back of his neck. Tilting my head back, I look into his dark eyes and I wonder how on earth I’m going to be able to accept him.

It would be easy to just lie down and let him have his way with me, but I don’t know if I could ever feel again, not when it comes to sex and I want to feel everything with Daniel. Every single thing.

Daniel tugs me a bit closer, bending down, I feel his cheek against mine and his breath against my ear.

“You’re beautiful tonight, Taylee,” he rasps.

I shiver, unable to keep the goose bumps from breaking out against my flesh. My body wants him, but I can’t trust my body, not anymore, not after Edward Walsh. He ruined something inside of me, he did things to me, forced me to feel things. I simply can’t trust myself.

“Don’t,” I exhale.

Daniel hums, then lifts his head. His eyes find mine before he lifts his hand and cups my cheek. His thumb slides across my bottom lip as he watches me in silence for a long moment. Then, as if the spell is broken, he clears his throat.

“You’ll beg me, baby.”

“I won’t,” I whisper.

His lips tug up into a smirk. It’s cocky and adorable—I hate it, mainly because I love it so much.

“You will, and it’s going to be beautiful.”

Before I can respond, the song is over and he releases me before turning his back to me and walking away toward the bar. I stand and watch him for a long moment, then decide that I need to take myself to bed before I do something really stupid like jump his bones.

Chapter Two

WORM

I’m focused on my work, on my computer, as I try to hack into the system that the Donkey Punchers have in place. It’s not necessarily a high-tech