Page 23 of Her Beastly Biker
“I say that because you act like I could possibly care about all that damn money. Look at me. Really take a look at me.” She steps back and twirls in the gauzy pink dress that she’s been wearing the whole ride. It was once pristine and frilly. Now it clings to her legs and there are streaks of mud crossing her pretty, pale legs and staining the material.
“Ugh,” I wince. I gesture towards the dress. “That’s what I’m talking about. There probably won’t be a lot of dresses like that in your future. I mean, look at it now. It’s ruined.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I’m glad. I hate this thing.”
She starts to pull at her dress, ripping the thin material at her legs. “I hate frilly dresses that itch. I hate living in that big house. I hate talking to people who could really care less about me. I hate all of it.”
She approaches me and strokes her hand across my beard. “I love my life back in Jackson Ridge. I love writing. I love you.”She pokes me in the chest. “If it’s okay with you, I’d much rather live my life there.”
I grab onto her waist and twirl her around, listening to her giggles as I make her dizzy. “I would love for you to make a home with me there.”
I finally set her down and she looks up at me with a coquettish look in her eyes. “Can you maybe tear the rest of this dress off me? It’s really uncomfortable.”
“Your wish is my command.” And so, I do, tearing at the thin material of the fancy dress with my bare hands until I get to her tiny pink panties.
I kneel down before her. “Now, it would be a shame to rip these precious things,” I say in a husky voice. I lean closer, rubbing my nose against the thin material and inhaling her scent.
She runs her fingers through my hair. “Fuck the panties, Hawk. I need you.”
All it takes is one flick of the wrist and those damn panties are gone. She’s bare before me. I sit back on my knees.
“You’re so damn beautiful, princess. So damn beautiful.”
She rubs her hand along my beard. “I don’t care about sentiments right now, Hawk. Make me yours again.” Her blue eyes darken with heat. “Please.”
I growl, every instinct in me telling me to take my woman. But first…
I attack her with my tongue, licking between her folds while she grasps my hair and lets out long moans. When I take her clit into my mouth and suck, she screams like a banshee.
“Hawwwk!”
Her sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I swallow it, every drop. Her legs shake and she falls apart spectacularly.
I know the other guys can probably hear her in their rooms. I know that they will rib me about it later. Hell, they may evenmake her blush about it. But right now, I don’t care. There’s a primal need to show ownership. Because she’s…
Mine.
Epilogue
Maggie
I never could have dreamed that this is the life I would lead one day. -Maggie
Ten Years Later
“You know he probably shouldn’t eat that, right?” my older daughter, Lacey, says with her hands on her hips. “He’s going to get a tummy ache.” Her blue eyes, so like her daddy’s give me a stare that almost makes me feel guilty.
I chuckle. “He’s fine, Lace. He’ll run it off in about five seconds.”
And that’s true. My youngest, Cole, never sits down. At three, he’s at a full run all day. He’ll be chasing the dog around the yard within the next five minutes so the cupcake he’s eating will be just a distant memory. It is his second within about two minutes so I should probably stop him, but his cute chipmunk cheeks are full, and he has a satisfied smile on his face.
Lacey shakes her head at me.Oops.I swear my eight-year-old is stricter than I am. She’s been like a little mama since our second, Tristan, came along.
I feel arms wrap around me from behind. I shiver when a soft kiss is place on the shell of my ear.
“Ooh, did you get in trouble? Lacey looks like she’s mad.” Hawk’s husky voice rumbles in my ear.
I turn in his arms. “I let Cole have a second cupcake.”
