Page 12 of Her Beastly Biker
His huge cock hovers at my entrance for only a second before he drives hard into me. He plunges in and out of me, reaching deeper than anyone ever before.
I wrap my legs around his hips.More, more, more…
“So good, so good…” he chants.
I watch his face as he finally releases inside of me. There’s heat and lust, but there’s more. There’s so much emotion there.
I feel myself bursting apart again. I come hard, gasping for air, and holding Hawk close to me while all the sensations crash through me.
He gives me a hard, long kiss letting me ride through it.
This. This is what I’ve been missing. This passion. I’ll never be able to live without it again.
Chapter Twelve
Hawk
I feel more connected to her than I ever have to anyone before. -Hawk
“What’s your real name, Hawk?” She traces lazy patterns on my chest, running her fingertips over my ink, while I hold her in my arms. The sun is finally peeking through my blinds. I’ve taken her over and over again tonight. She’s mine now. She’s part of my body and my soul even though she may never understand that. She’s as much a part of me as the Savage Kings tattoo on my shoulder.
I hesitate for only a second, but she senses it. She places a calming hand over my heart. “You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.”
I chuckle. “You should know who you’re sleepin’ with, honey. It’s Lucas, Lucas Jones.”
“Lucas,” she murmurs softly. “I like that name.”
“I haven’t been Lucas since my pre-Marine days. In the services, I was just Jones. Then it was Hawk when I joined the club.”
“I bet they named you Hawk cause you watch everything. Like you watched me,” she says in a teasing voice. She pulls at one of my chest hairs and I playfully wiggle.
“Ouch,” I say and give her hip a little pinch in return. “Yeah, that’s how I got it.” I clear my throat, feeling a little like I’m telling her a secret no one else knows. “And I like to take pictures of stuff. I guess I see stuff differently sometimes. Um, I sell the pictures sometimes. People seem to like them.”
She caresses my arm lightly. “I love that, Lucas. I love that you take pictures. I noticed the ones on your walls. You’re good at it, baby. Really good.”
I shrug and try not to preen under her praise. “Thank you.”
I clear my throat again, feeling like I’ve gotten too soft, almost let her in too close. “I like watching you. And if I remember right, you were the first one to watch me.”
I glance down and see her fiery blush. I love that fucking red stain on her cheeks.
“Well, what was I supposed to do? You know you’re hot as hell and you were naked as a jaybird.” She sounds offended and I can’t help but laugh.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m just teasing you. If that would’ve been you under that waterfall, we would have been in this bed a hell of a lot faster, believe me. I don’t think I could have let you walk away after seeing this beautiful body.” I squeeze her butt cheek and she emits a low moan.
“Lucas,” she says in a more confident voice. “Lucas Jones.”
I feel a tug at my heart. “It sounds good on your lips.” I gently stroke my finger over those pouty lips. “You can call me my real name any time.”
“Lucas,” she says again, and I feel something within me ache. For so long, Lucas was weak. Lucas was a kid who went into the Marines with barely an idea of what he was doing. He couldn’t fight back when his old man hit his mom. He couldn’t know what was in store for him. He couldn’t know the battles he would fight or the toll the world would take on him. He only knew the day-to-day struggles of living without a voice.
“Lucas,” she whispers again and throws her bare leg over me. I plunge my fingers into her tangled hair.
“Say it again,” I murmur. “Please.”
“Lucas, my Lucas.” She follows the sound of my name with small kisses along my collar bone.
“Ride me, Maggie. Take what you want.” I reach between her legs, stroking my hand over her folds and the small nub that holds the key to her pleasure. She cries out and I revel in the sound.
