Page 7 of Her Beastly Biker
“See ya around, Maggie,” I say with a grin.
There’s a second where she still looks lost from our kiss, then shock at me saying her real name, and then finally that beautiful furious look that I’m waiting for.
“H…how? What?” She balls her fists by her side and starts marching towards me.
I roar off down the road, not daring to sneak to glance behind me.Fuck, I’m already addicted. Now that I’ve had one taste of her, I’ll never be able to let her go.
Chapter Seven
Maggie
One kiss shouldn’t drive me this crazy. -Maggie
What the hell am I doing here?I try my best not to tug at my low-cut dress again. I’ve noticed that only brings more attention to my heavy breasts. I glance around the bar again. I get back a lot of leers and one very exaggerated wink from a man in the corner. The women give me looks laced with hate and criticism.
Even with my tight black dress on, I look out of place. The Black Crown certainly isn’t like any bar back home. The fog of smoke had me gasping me for air when I first walked in. I did my best to fix a smile on my face and walk through it like I owned the place. I could swear conversation almost stopped in the crowded bar, but I tried to act like I belonged as I sat down at the bar.I clearly didn’t belong. Just like I didn’t belong anywhere.
I pick at the label on my beer. I can’t stop replaying that kiss from yesterday.Fuck, it was good.My heart rate speeds up.What if Hawk comes in? This is his territory after all.
“Is that all you want? The one beer you’re nursin’ or you think you might want some liquor? You might need it if you wanna loosen up and get these guys attention,” the red-headed bartended says drily as she leans forward and inspects the bottle of beer I’ve been nursing for the last half hour.
I clear my throat. “I think I’ve gotten their attention.” I sigh. “Doesn’t seem like they want to do much more than stare at me though.”
The bartender throws her head back to laugh. “Honey, they don’t care much about talkin’, but if you’re wantin’ a good fuck, I think they’ll give it to you.”
My eyes widen and my cheeks redden.
“My name’s Reyna, by the way. Everyone calls me Red. Nice to meet another redhead, but you seem a little out of place. Whatcha’ doing in the Savage Kings’ bar?”
I think up a thousand excuses, but they all fly out the window as Red stares at me with her wise eyes. I get the feeling that this tough as hell woman will take absolutely no bullshit from me. It’s a nice feeling after being surrounded by bullshit for most of my life.
My shoulders fall. “I guess I don’t look much like the girls around here, do I?” I glance around again at the half-dressed women draped over the bikers. They’re definitely wearing more makeup than the light pink lip gloss I have on and they look comfortable in their skin. It’s something I envy intently.
Red shakes her head. “You could say that.” She leans closer again. “The guys aren’t approachin’ you cause you got that nice girl feel to ya, but to me you just seem a little…lost.” She straightens up and gives me a hard look. “If I thought you were here to give my boys a problem and spy on them or somethin’ I’dthrow you the hell out. I don’t play. These men are my family.” She pats the knife holster on her hip. “I take care of my own.”
I shake my head. “I’m not trying to do anything bad, Red; I swear. I’m…uh…” I pause, biting my lip between my teeth. What was it the other Smutty Scribes said during our monthly meeting?Be confident. Don’t hold back.Shit, I wish one of them were here.
I sit up and lean closer to Red. “I’m here to…”
I don’t get the rest of my words out because there’s suddenly a low growl in my ear. “What the fuck are you doing here, Maggie?”
Shit, I think I’m in trouble.
Chapter Eight
Hawk
What if I just give up resisting? What if I just let myself take her like I want? -Hawk
I growl again. I have the crazy urge to howl and snap at the others in the bar just to let them know Maggie is mine.She’s killing me.Gone are the two demure outfits I’ve seen her in before. Now, she’s wearing a little black dress that bares everything.Every fucking thing.Her breasts spill over the top and my cock that is already alert whenever she is near, starts to ache.
“I’ll repeat, what the fuck are you doing in my bar, Maggie?”
My girl blinks those pretty green eyes of hers and her blush deepens.
“Hawk, this isn’t your fuckin’ bar. It’s Grizz’s as far as I know and if he finds you harassing a woman, he’ll kill you himself. If I don’t do it first.” Red’s dry voice breaks through my haze of lust,and I just barely stop myself from growling again. I want Maggie and I want her bad, but I also respect the hell out of Red. I also know her husband Jack will kill me if I smart off right now.
“Sorry, Red,” I ground out.
