Hawk's Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 1) by Chiah Wilder Page A
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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room, looking forward to lying down on his bed and shutting everything out. As he opened his door, a pervasive floral scent assaulted his nose. “Want company, honey?” a husky voice asked.
Turning around, he saw Lola standing behind him. Frowning and folding his arms across his chest, he shook his head. Leaning into him, Lola scratched his back with her fingernails. “Are you sure?”
“Go downstairs. There’re a lot of brothers who would love your company. Not interested.”
“I don’t want none of them. I want you, Hawk. I love the way you fucked me. I’ve been thinkin’ about it and been missin’ you.” She licked her red-tipped finger.
“I’m tired. Don’t piss me off.”
Seeing Hawk’s menacing glare, Lola pulled away from him and retreated.
In his room, he put his jacket and cut on the chair. Lying down on his bed, he smiled as he remembered how aggressive Cara had been in court earlier that day, and how she had that DA pussy-whipped. The way she kept leaning forward, pressing her breasts together with her arms—that judge’s eyes never left her tits. That fucking DA never had a chance against Cara, not with her beautiful face, her sexy cleavage, and her feisty attitude. Hawk was ready to fuck her right there on the floor, in front of the pimpled-faced DA, the lecherous judge, the prim court reporter, and those asshole bailiffs.
The way that black-robed jerk kept looking at her during the bail hearing drove Hawk crazy, and he started thinking all kinds of shit, like she and the judge were fucking, or they had a fling in the past. He hoped she hadn’t fucked the judge because he didn’t like the idea of other men seeing Cara’s delectable tits, kissing her full lips, or stroking her wet pussy.
Rolling over on his side, Hawk punched his pillow, stretched his legs, and fought to be comfortable. Cara buzzed in his head, and he couldn’t stop the thoughts. I am totally fucked. He thought about her all the time. Even during church he focused on her, wondering what she was doing. In all his life, he had never met a woman like her, or one who held his interest for so long—one he had yet to fuck. He wanted to be inside her, and he knew she wanted it, too. The fact that she held back pissed him off, yet also enticed the shit out of him.
Hawk unzipped his jeans to take the pressure off his erection, wishing Cara were there to suck his dick and play with his balls. Sleep eluding him, he sat up. He could open his door and have any of the club whores ease the tension in his hardness, but he didn’t want any of them—he wanted Cara.
Fuck! What the hell was his problem? He’d always been a fuck-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy, and he viewed sluts as holes he screwed and nothing more. Since he loved pussy so much, any bitch would do, but since he met Cara, the only pussy he wanted was hers. Dammit to hell, he never felt such a pull with any other woman, and, yeah, it figured that he had a primal attraction to a wealthy, stuck-up chick who thought her shit didn’t stink. What the hell was he doing? She was out of his league, but her kisses and moans told him she wanted him and he may have a chance. He figured they needed to fuck good and hard to rid the sexual tension that was between them. Yeah, that was all he needed: one night of banging his hot attorney, and he’d be back to normal.
Sighing, Hawk slipped off his pants and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Chapter Eight
H annah Jackson trembled as tears rolled down her sun-kissed cheeks, their wetness bringing some comfort to her dry lips. The man’s back was to her, and she knew he was going to do horrible things to her. Already, he’d burned her with his cigarettes, the round, angry marks spotting her body. The pain had been excruciating, so she’d screamed. The louder she shrieked, the more he burned her, so she had bit her lips and tried to muffle her cries.
Hannah wished she hadn’t decided to walk home after working at
Turning around, he saw Lola standing behind him. Frowning and folding his arms across his chest, he shook his head. Leaning into him, Lola scratched his back with her fingernails. “Are you sure?”
“Go downstairs. There’re a lot of brothers who would love your company. Not interested.”
“I don’t want none of them. I want you, Hawk. I love the way you fucked me. I’ve been thinkin’ about it and been missin’ you.” She licked her red-tipped finger.
“I’m tired. Don’t piss me off.”
Seeing Hawk’s menacing glare, Lola pulled away from him and retreated.
In his room, he put his jacket and cut on the chair. Lying down on his bed, he smiled as he remembered how aggressive Cara had been in court earlier that day, and how she had that DA pussy-whipped. The way she kept leaning forward, pressing her breasts together with her arms—that judge’s eyes never left her tits. That fucking DA never had a chance against Cara, not with her beautiful face, her sexy cleavage, and her feisty attitude. Hawk was ready to fuck her right there on the floor, in front of the pimpled-faced DA, the lecherous judge, the prim court reporter, and those asshole bailiffs.
The way that black-robed jerk kept looking at her during the bail hearing drove Hawk crazy, and he started thinking all kinds of shit, like she and the judge were fucking, or they had a fling in the past. He hoped she hadn’t fucked the judge because he didn’t like the idea of other men seeing Cara’s delectable tits, kissing her full lips, or stroking her wet pussy.
Rolling over on his side, Hawk punched his pillow, stretched his legs, and fought to be comfortable. Cara buzzed in his head, and he couldn’t stop the thoughts. I am totally fucked. He thought about her all the time. Even during church he focused on her, wondering what she was doing. In all his life, he had never met a woman like her, or one who held his interest for so long—one he had yet to fuck. He wanted to be inside her, and he knew she wanted it, too. The fact that she held back pissed him off, yet also enticed the shit out of him.
Hawk unzipped his jeans to take the pressure off his erection, wishing Cara were there to suck his dick and play with his balls. Sleep eluding him, he sat up. He could open his door and have any of the club whores ease the tension in his hardness, but he didn’t want any of them—he wanted Cara.
Fuck! What the hell was his problem? He’d always been a fuck-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy, and he viewed sluts as holes he screwed and nothing more. Since he loved pussy so much, any bitch would do, but since he met Cara, the only pussy he wanted was hers. Dammit to hell, he never felt such a pull with any other woman, and, yeah, it figured that he had a primal attraction to a wealthy, stuck-up chick who thought her shit didn’t stink. What the hell was he doing? She was out of his league, but her kisses and moans told him she wanted him and he may have a chance. He figured they needed to fuck good and hard to rid the sexual tension that was between them. Yeah, that was all he needed: one night of banging his hot attorney, and he’d be back to normal.
Sighing, Hawk slipped off his pants and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Chapter Eight
H annah Jackson trembled as tears rolled down her sun-kissed cheeks, their wetness bringing some comfort to her dry lips. The man’s back was to her, and she knew he was going to do horrible things to her. Already, he’d burned her with his cigarettes, the round, angry marks spotting her body. The pain had been excruciating, so she’d screamed. The louder she shrieked, the more he burned her, so she had bit her lips and tried to muffle her cries.
Hannah wished she hadn’t decided to walk home after working at
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