Page 8 of Her Beastly Biker
I take a seat on the stool next to Maggie.
Red sighs and pushes a glass over to me and pours me my favorite whiskey. “Here,” Her gazes bounces back and forth between me and Maggie. “You two talk and figure your shit out.”
I take a long swig, enjoying the burn of the alcohol in the back of my throat.
Maggie clears her throat next to me. “I’m not trying to get in your way, Hawk. I just came to a bar to drink and talk. Is that illegal?” Her voice is sweet as syrup, but it makes my cock jump like she just said something dirty.
“It is when you come in here lookin’ like that.” I glance around again. I catch a lot of the guys in the smoky bar looking at her like she’s a juicy piece of meat and they’re starving. I snarl and most of them turn away. All except two fuckers who just grin at me.
She licks her lips and I almost snarl again. “I’m not wearing anything different from what the other women here are wearing.”
“But you aren’t the other women,” I grumble under my breath.
“Do you really hate me so much that you don’t even want me in a bar with you?” Maggie asks in a soft voice.
My gaze cuts sharply to her. Her emerald eyes are filled with tears and she’s working hard at peeling the label off her beer bottle.Shit.
My voice softens and I place my hand over hers. “No, baby. I don’t hate you at all. I just don’t want you to get hurt. And I want you to tell me why you’re here. You’re runnin’ from somethin’ and I want to know what it is. I want to protect you, baby girl, notrun you off. I’m just not used to a woman getting under my skin is all.”
Her eyes widen. “I get under your skin?”
I lean close to whisper in her ear. “So much, baby. So much that I ache for you.”
She shivers and my eyes cut down to see her nipples bead beneath that thin black dress of hers.
She licks her lips again and I nearly lose my mind. “I’m not here to bother anyone.” She sighs. “I’m just here to do research. I’m writing a romance novel about a motorcycle club. I just want to get some intel about what it’s like being in one. Why you guys are so close, what drives you, and why it’s so damn hot thinking about being with one of you.” That rosy glow returns to her cheeks again and she giggles. “I’m really not here for any other reason. And I’m definitely not trying to drive you crazy.”
I send her a half grin. “That’s just a bonus, huh?”
She nods and gives another giggle that causes a warm feeling in my chest.I’ll try not to examine that too closely.
“We don’t like to talk to outsiders much, Maggie. But I can tell you the basics. And I can tell you why I joined.”
She gifts me with a grin, and I feel like a superhero. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
I shake my head. “It’s not really all that fascinatin’, Maggie. But if that’s all you want to know, I’ll help. We can meet up tomorrow if you want.” I glance down at her curves again. “But if I do this, will you please get the hell out of my bar tonight before I have to kill one of my brothers?”
Those bright eyes of hers open wide again. “You really want me that much? You really think I’m that sexy?”
I bite down hard on my lip, tasting a little blood. “I’m tryin’ my best to control myself right now, baby. I’m so fuckin’ hard I could burst. I think you’re sexy as hell.”
She moves closer to me. The sweet scent of vanilla surrounds me. “What if…what if I didn’t want you to control yourself? What if I don’t just want answers from you? What if I just want you to fuck me?”
Chapter Nine
Maggie
I’m tired of being the good girl. It’s time to let the bad girl within shine. -Maggie
Hawk couldn’t have been more shocked if I had taken a gun out and shot him. Actually, I think he would have been more prepared for that.
I gulp and watch as his face changes from one of complete bewilderment to the satisfied look of a predator about to catch his prey.
“What did you say, Maggie?” he growls. Those cobalt blue eyes of his are dark now. Dark and so damn full of carnal promise that I feel a tingling warmth between my legs. I cross my legs and watch his eyes follow the movement.
“I said, fuck me. I know you want to.” I try to give my voice a sultry edge, but I’m afraid it comes out as a decidedly unsexy squeak.
“Do you mean that?” Again, his question comes out as a sexy growl. The heat in my pussy grows.
