UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,61
a moment before I lift my gaze up to meet hers again.
“I don’t think that I will,” she whispers. “I liked the taste I had, and I want more.”
“What the fuck?” I whisper. “How in the fuck are you a whore and still breathing, talking and acting this way?” I ask.
She smiles, then tilts her head to the side. It’s then that I finally see it. I see the crazy in her eyes. That gleam that clearly shows me she ain’t fucking right in the head. I’ve seen it before, I’ve fucked it before, but crazy is not what I want right now. It’s not what I need either.
I don’t need shit from her, I only need shit from one person and that’s Leighton. Call it an addiction, call it whatever the fuck you want to, but Leighton is mine and I’m not about to lose her over having some nameless cunt suck my dick.
“That’s where you’ve made your first mistake,” she breathes.
I don’t bother asking her what that is, she’ll tell me, she likes to hear herself talk. She’s been spewing shit since I showed up here. Lifting my arms, I cross them across my chest and watch her, waiting to see what she’ll say next.
“I’m not a whore.”
When she doesn’t elaborate immediately, I stand there staring at her for a lot fucking longer than I feel is necessary. I inhale a short breath and release it.
“Then who are you?” I ask on a sigh.
She licks her lips, making a big show and I find that she’s fucking tedious. If she was a whore, and this was my club, I’d have kicked her ass outta here a helluva long time ago. She leans forward, her tits swaying when she does. My eyes flick down, unable to stop myself from watching a pair of swaying tits if my life depended on it.
“I’m the president’s Old Lady.”
“The fuck?” I whisper.
She turns around, showing me her back, and there right on her shoulder is the president of this chapter’s brand. There’s no mistaking it, there’s no hiding it. His road name is Black Widow and the BW is unmistakable.
“He lets me play.” She laughs as she turns around. “He also has cameras in the guest rooms. He’ll be watching. If you don’t make me happy, he’ll know.”
I talked to Black when we got here. Even, calm, relaxed dude. He was a little on edge as soon as he saw me, something that I’ve never noticed from him before. I didn’t think much of it, figured he had club shit on his mind.
Although, maybe now I understand why. I’ve never spent the night here. We usually blow right through. I’ve only ever seen him at Savage Beast reunions. Which we only have once every five years. I don’t know much about him at all, and it seems I know even less than I thought.
She slides off of the bed, her feet carrying her naked body toward me. She stops close enough to touch me, but she doesn’t reach out, at least not yet. Judging by the look in her eyes, she’s seconds from reaching out, from touching, from doing whatever the fuck she wants.
I’m in her house now and she is going to get what she wants. I have a feeling that she always does anyway. She rises to her toes, her lips hovering over mine. “We’re going to have a great time. I can’t wait to see if your stamina matches the size of your dick. I liked what I got, and I’m ready to take you for a spin, Mountain.”
Lifting my hand, I fist her hair and tug her head back, forcing her head to snap and her neck to arch. “Hope you like it rough, bitch. Don’t plan on walking out of here with an inch of unbruised skin.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
LEIGHTON
Bones.
I didn’t know his name, other than Mountain mentioning him. But after the phone call, after I heard that woman in the background, I just couldn’t stay. I saw him climbing onto his bike and I did something probably really stupid. I asked him to take me away.
Now I’m standing in front of his clubhouse, a small backpack carrying a few of the clothes and toiletry things that Mountain bought me. I didn’t want to take it all, didn’t think that it was right since I left.
“Maybe…” My words trail off.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Maybe nothin’, babe. You’ll be safe here. Well, not in there,” he says, lifting his