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“Same.”
MISSY
“I won’t be long,” I told Gem as I climbed out of her car.
“No problem, babe. I need to run into Target, and it’s not far from here,” she answered with a wave. “Text me when you’re ready.”
I stepped back, waving her off before turning on my heel and taking a good look at the place behind me. I tried to ignore the barbecue area as I walked through the gates and across the open area in front of the clubhouse.
There was some grass and some asphalt, but it was mostly stone. The two large buildings were separated, the L-shaped clubhouse off to the left, following the fence line, and a three-bay garage on the right, where a handful of men were working on a motorcycle.
The long line of Harleys that sparkled in perfect formation between the buildings was something to be admired—the chrome, the leather, the power.
Though I quickly realized the formation wasn’t perfect.
And it was because of just the man I was looking for.
And by looking for, I meant fucking craving.
It’d been four days.
He’d come by the apartment a couple of times to check on me and bring the doctor in to review and bandage my burn. I was thankful for that simply because it saved me from paying God knows what to see a doctor or go to the hospital.
Hawk was already watching me when I started walking toward him, a smirk on his face and his arms folded across his naked chest. “Was that Gem?” His club colors hung on his handlebars, never far away. Hawk’s skin was tanned, sexy, and, in the afternoon sun, just a little glossy with sweat.
I had been attracted to this man the moment I caught his green eyes on me.
There was something about them.
The way they seemed to brighten and darken to match his mood.
His hair often fell across his face, covering his eyes. The way he looked at me through the strands had my pulse elevating every single fucking time, my body tingling with anticipation as I moved closer, one step after another, rounding to the other side of his bike.
“It was just a question, baby,” he teased when I still hadn’t answered or spoken a word.
He watched me, a smirk on his face, as I lazily grazed my fingers over his leather seat and up over the handlebars. “She’ll be back soon. She knew I wasn’t going to be long,” I explained, trying not to pull back when he moved closer, not because I was afraid of his touch but what I might do when I felt it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you cleaning your bike.”
Hawk hooked his finger under my jaw, forcing me to lean in, though the mighty beast of a Harley stood in the way, keeping that tortured breath of air between us. “It’s fine. I now have something far more important to do.”
I hummed softly. “Like what?”
“Like making you come,” he rasped, his thumb tugging on my bottom lip. “Get on.”
He grabbed his colors from the handlebars and slipped his arms into the leather. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I debated internally which was sexier.
Naked chest.
Or naked chest with his cut tossed on.
His soft growl as he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear, had me sucking in a sharp gasp. “Get on, or instead of fucking that pussy like I have every intention of doing right now, I’m gonna take you upstairs and just make that ass red.”
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the gentle pulsing of my clit and physically biting my tongue to keep me from letting him know just how extremely okay I was with either option.
“I’m wearing a sundres—”
“Baby.”
That was the last warning, so I zipped my lips and waited until he climbed on before reaching for his shoulder to steady myself as I attempted to climb on behind him. But instead, he grabbed my wrist. “You’re getting on the front,” he ordered, scooting back to give me room, his hands guiding me on, so I was sitting facing him, my back to the handlebars.
