Page 9 of Her Beastly Biker
This time I harden my voice and lift my shoulders with confidence. I look straight into his blue eyes as I say, “I said it twice already and I mean it. I’m not going to say it again. You get one chance, Hawk. You’ve got five seconds to take what you want. Five, four, three…”
I’m hauled up from the bar stool and over his shoulder before I have time to get to the next number.
“We’re gettin’ your sexy ass out of here before you can change your mind.” Hawk’s words are like fire to my body and I almost give a growl myself. I eye the ass that is suddenly a lot closer to me. The thought of holding onto that ass while he pounds into me is…
“Whoo-hoo Hawk! You get her! Take that fine ass to pound town, buddy!” One of the guys yells and there are numerous cat calls.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter and remember my ass is probably on display in this short dress. Everyone is probably getting a hell of a show.
I feel Hawk’s hand sneak up my legs and tug on my dress. “Mine,” he growls in the direction of the voice. I can’t see him, but the look on his face must be scary as hell. The bar suddenly gets quiet.
I barely feel the night air as he stalks out of the bar. I should probably beat on his back. I should probably demand he put me down. I should probably…aww, who the hell am I kidding?I’m his.
I don’t say a word as he finally sets me down on the back of his big bike. “Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?” he asks softly. The sweet voice is in such a contrast to his tough manner in the bar that I blink hard. I shake my head.
He uses his index finger to stroke along the side of my cheek. I gulp. “Alright, baby. I got you.”
I don’t say a word as he places a helmet on my head and then swings his massive leg over the bike. He sits down in front of me, and I naturally move forward. My dress is hiked up and I know I should be self-conscious, but I can’t make myself feel anything but turned on.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he rasps just as he puts the bike into gear.
We take off into the night with a roar. I wrap my arms around his waist and enjoy the ride, grinning the whole way.If only the people back home could see me now…
Chapter Ten
Hawk
What the hell is she doing to my heart? -Hawk
Maggie’s silence is starting to get to me. I expect her to try to yell at me over the roar of the bike. I expect her to tell me to stop the bike, to let her off. I expect her to change her mind. She does none of those things. Instead, she clings to me and when I finally stop the bike in front of my house and reluctantly sling my leg over the side and disconnect from her, I notice her huge grin.
“Liked that, did you?” I ask cheekily and reach out to grasp her chin.
She nods enthusiastically. “So much. It’s like flying! I’ve never done anything like it! It was awesome.” Her green eyes gleam with excitement and an expression of complete awe.
I suddenly can’t help but imagine her wearing my cut, wearing my name on her. It makes me growl with possessiveness.
Her eyes grow darker. “You’re not going to change your mind, are you?” she asks tentatively and bites her lower lip.
I trace that lip with my index finger. “No, baby, you’re all mine tonight.”
With that declaration, I pick her up off my bike and throw her over my shoulder fireman style again. She squeals in delight, and I can’t help but grin.
I stalk inside and up the stairs, barely allowing her time to look around my sparse house. It’s definitely a bachelor pad. A leather recliner and comfortable couch, a few pictures of me and the guys, some pics I’ve taken of the scenery around here, and that’s about it as décor goes. Maybe she could add a feminine touch to it. Maybe she could…
Whoa, slow your roll, Hawk.
I lay her down on the bed gently, feeling like I’m handing the most precious cargo. She looks up at me with those big green eyes and something inside me melts.
“Can you get naked first, Hawk? I just want to watch you.”
The beast within me roars at her soft question.
“Sure, baby. I’ll give you a show.” My heart beats a fast rhythm. I’ve never been shy. Hell, I lost my virginity at fifteen to a much older woman. I’ve had a lot more women since then.
But with her, something’s different. Very different.
I slowly take my vest off and set it to the side with care.
