UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,37
I don’t think that you do. Which is unfortunate, I’d really like to bring more of these fuckheads down.”
“Me too,” she whispers.
“As much as I want vigilante shit like this to be my full-time gig, it’s not. So yeah, I have to leave the day after tomorrow. You’re going to stay in the clubhouse. You’re not going to get into any trouble, you’ll be safe there, and then I’ll be back and we’ll fix this place up.”
“We?” she asks.
I hum, gathering her in my arms and dragging her over to my side. Touching my mouth to hers, I give her a small kiss. “Yeah, we. Gotta admit, so far, I like having you around.”
“It’s only been a few days,” she breathes against my lips. “You may hate me.”
“Maybe,” I grunt. “Maybe not. Guess we’ll have to play house a little more to find out.”
There’s a moment of silence, I think that she’s either going to kiss me or push me away, but she does neither. Instead, she asks me a question, one that I don’t have the answer to.
“What happens when you do hate me?” she asks, her voice so soft that I almost don’t hear her.
Instead of answering, I kiss her. It’s hard and owning. Shoving my tongue down her throat, I fuck her with it to avoid the question. Then, I slam my cock inside of her to avoid any more questions. I fuck her body until we’re both so worn out that talking is the last thing we can think to do.
LEIGHTON
We don’t talk about our relationship, anything about us again. Instead, we sleep. Mountain wakes me up the next morning with his mouth between my legs, bringing me to an orgasm before he fucks me hard and does it a second time. A girl could get used to the number of orgasms he gives.
He’s above me, buried inside of me, his black eyes dancing and glittering as he watches me. “Got shit to do today if I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” he murmurs.
“Can you tell me where you’re going?” I chance asking.
I don’t know much about his group, but from what I’ve gathered, they’re very secretive. I’m fine with that, I’m not sure I want to know what’s really going on. Maybe it’s naïve, or maybe it’s just denial, but I don’t think I could handle knowing he’s anything like my father and his associates.
“New York,” he simply states as he rolls off of me and away.
I watch as he throws his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up with his back to me. I want to crawl up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and kiss the middle of his strong tattooed back.
My eyes scan the markings, they’re sexy as shit. A gigantic mountain lion in the center, teeth bared and furious looking. There is a mountain range in the background and it’s all in different shades of blacks and grays. Lifting my hand, I extend my finger and trace the lion.
He looks over his shoulder and tips his chin down to look into my eyes. “It’s my name, Mountain Lion,” he explains.
“In your club, you all have names?” I ask.
He grunts, standing from the bed. His bare ass is exposed and I can’t help but watch the gorgeous muscles move as he walks toward the door.
“You comin’ to take a shower?” he asks, not even turning around to look at me.
Slipping from the bed, I can’t contain my excitement at the thought of another orgasm in the shower. He’s going to make me completely addicted to his body, to his mouth, his hands, and his cock. I smile to myself, make me addicted? As if I’m not already. I won’t admit it to him, but to myself, in secret, I’m already gone for him.
The water is already running and warming up by the time I arrive to the bathroom. Mountain still doesn’t look at me. It doesn’t bother me, I’m oddly okay with it because if he saw me, truly saw inside of me in this exact moment, he would know that I officially am developing feelings for him. Feelings that I probably shouldn’t have at all whatsoever.
Stepping into the warm shower, I follow him and try to wipe any expression off of my face that he may see and be able to read. “Yeah, all of our guys have road names of animals. They’re chosen when we prospect,” he explains.