UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7), Hayley Faiman [best novels to read for beginners TXT] 📗

Then he wraps his fingers around the backs of my thighs and picks me up. He presses my back against the wall, his mouth crushing mine in a hard and bruising kiss.

Lifting my hands, I curl my fingers at his chest, grabbing a hold of his T-shirt. Instead of pushing him away, I bring him closer, because I want so much more of him—always.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he pulls away from me. “You ain’t physically running, but honey, you’re trying to mentally check the fuck out,” he grunts.

He’s right.

I’ve been totally out of it since all the shit happened with the Donkey Puncher MC. I don’t know if I’m just finally going through the shock part of the trauma from what happened to me, or if I’m just fucking traumatized all over again and not able to process it. I don’t think it matters, to be honest, the past couple weeks have just plain scared the shit out of me.

I don’t realize what’s happening until I feel him slam inside of me. My head falls back on a gasp. Hawk’s lips touch the center of my throat before he licks the entire length. Goose bumps break out over my entire body, he stays planted deep inside of me, not moving as my body welcomes him.

“Come back to me, Avah,” he whispers against my throat.

“Don’t leave me, Orson. You were the one that wasn’t going to come back, I could feel it. I can’t live this life of yours without you.”

“I’m staying, honey.”

I hum, unsure if his words are the truth. I want to believe them, I want to believe every single word that he says. I hope that I can. I really fucking hope that it’s real, all of it. His lips brush mine as he starts to move, his pelvis grinding against me with each slow and precise thrust of his hips.

“Did some stupid shit in my past and I ran. Not again. You’re it for me, babe, and this is my life—our lives.”

“Yeah?” I exhale.

It’s about the only thing that I can say, I’m breathless, I’m speechless, I’m too lost in the feelings of us. I was terrified, but right now, with him inside of me, all my fears are gone. He soothes everything. I’m not scared, I’m not terrified, I’m just at peace.

This is such a dangerous place to be.

Lulled by a feeling of security, knowing that this man could walk away and take it from me at any moment.

HAWK

I don’t blame her for being upset. For being scared. For being traumatized and fucking terrified. Moving inside of her, I keep my eyes focused on hers, I can’t look away, watching her fear melt into need, then shift into something completely different is mesmerizing.

Love and trust.

She fucking loves me.

You can say the words love, but she means them, I can see it in the depths of her soul and fuck me, but I feel the same goddamn way. Touching my lips to hers, I don’t deepen the kiss as I continue to move, to roll my hips and give her exactly what she needs, knowing that she gives me everything I could ever need and more.

“Orson,” she breathes against my mouth.

I grunt, my hips moving faster. She whimpers against my lips, but I don’t stop. I can feel my lower back tingle and my balls draw up as I climb closer and closer, knowing that she’s just as close. I can feel it and fuck, it’s amazing as always.

With a growl, I continue to move harder, slamming into her as I hear her gasps and moans with each thrust. Then it happens. Her nails dig deep into my chest, and she lets out a gasp as her cunt clamps down around my cock.

Continuing to thrust inside of her, watching as her orgasm takes over her entire body, it doesn’t take me long before I’m finding my release as well.

I fill her full of my cum, hoping that she’s not on any birth control, hoping that this moment made a baby. I’m going to be an old as fuck father, but I don’t care.

I’ll be the grandpa-looking fuck walking my kid to kindergarten if it means Avah is happy, if it means we get to live a life worth living together.

Burying my cock inside of her, I don’t want to pull out, I don’t want to leave her welcoming warmth. Nibbling on her bottom lip, I lift my head and look into her eyes.

“What happened wasn’t normal. It was a one-time thing. It means war, but none of our people will ever get hurt from it again. I’m going to take care of this shit. You don’t have to worry about a fucking thing, babe.”

She nods her head, but doesn’t say anything right away. “Baby, I’m serious. You don’t have to worry about a goddamn thing. Not ever again. You are safe and I will keep you that way as long as I live. I ain’t leavin’, you ain’t leavin’. We started this life and we’re going to live happily for a long fucking time, yeah?”

Her eyes widen as her lips part. “Yeah,” she whispers. I watch as she licks her lips, then she grins. “I want to build a house here and I want a safe room.”

I blink, unsure that she’s said what she’s just said. Then, my lips curve up into a small smile knowing that she and Trista must have hatched this little plan together and I can’t be mad at that shit, not ever, not when it means my girls will be close together and I’ll be right here with them day or night.

“You want that, you got it, honey.”

Her smile widens, her teeth showing as if she’s just gained some sort of monumental victory. Squeezing her ass with my fingers, I bring her back down to reality.

“We gotta talk about that fear that showed up in your eyes, baby.”

“Hawk,”