Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,39
I’m against the door, and his hands hit the wall on either side of my head. “I’m a fighter,” he hisses through gritted teeth as his eyes rake over my face and stop at my mouth. “I’m not the kind of guy ye need. And seeing ye, all the fucking time, dressed in these tight little shorts, it drives me mad. Do ye like doing that? Driving me crazy?” He circles his finger next to his head. “Cause ye are.”
“I didn’t know,” I gulp. “I haven’t seen you.”
He tilts his head left and right, inching his way closer to my lips. “I know. I’ve been watching ye. I can’t get enough of looking at ye. Those fucking lips, this hair, the moment I saw ye laying in the road I knew ye’d fuck me up in ways I wasn’t ready for.” His chest heaves, and he opens the door for me to leave. “Go. I’m meeting Olivia in here.”
“Olivia? Another slut coming in here to suck your dick?”
He looks shocked that I know that.
“Jasmine is running around telling everyone how she got to suck your dick.” I lift my hands and shake my head, biting away the anger twitching my tongue. “Whatever. Have her suck your cock. I don’t care.” I take a step out the door, ready to call it quits on this fucked up clubhouse and hire a private detective to find my son, when Skirt grabs me by the back of the neck and yanks me back into the room.
He slams the door, locks it, and pushes my body against the wall with his. His weight holds me down and my breasts rub against the wall, my nipples tightening.
My ass is aligned with his pelvis and I can feel how hard he is for me. “What I want, you can’t give me. Not right now,” he growls into my ear. “This can’t happen.”
I know that. I have too much on my mind that’s more important than falling for a bad boy biker who is also a fighter. The days get longer without my son and having no new update. That leaves me thinking about Skirt.
A bed bangs against the wall from the bedroom next to us where Bullseye is. I gasp, thinking about him fucking the girl he had in his room.
“Ye like that, don’t ye? Ye hear Bullseye fucking that slut?”
I nod, barley able to move my head since my ear is pressed against the wall. I can hear everything going on in the next room.
“Bullseye, fuck me harder. Yes! You’re so thick.”
By complete accident, I saw his cock, and I’d have to agree with the woman.
“Shut up and just take it,” Bullseye orders, and the hard slap of his balls hitting her ass is erotic.
Skirt rocks against my ass, and every instinct is telling me to stop, to run, that there are too many red flags waving in the air in the clubhouse, but I can’t seem to get my voice to work. I’m safe here. A deeper part of me knows that, and I think that’s why my feet are glued to the ground.
He spins me around and lifts my leg around his waist, his nose touching mine, as we breathe in each other’s ragged breaths. The wall next to us continues a steady beat, and the woman wails her passion, causing my nipples to bead and poke against my shirt. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Even the one-night stand that got me pregnant with Aidan was nothing like this. Whatever I feel for Skirt is on another level, one too difficult to understand and too high to jump off of to run away.
Skirt’s fire is the same as mine; a twin flame born out of the same heat and ferocity. It’s dangerous. Eventually, there’s a melting point.
Which one of us will it affect first?
“Dawn,” my antagonist gravels my name low in his throat, sounding like broken glass.
He’s a fighter, but he doesn’t have to fight me.
I melt first. Fuck it all. Fuck everything. I throw my arms around his neck and smash my lips against his and take control. The rough coarse hairs of his beard scratch along my lips and around my mouth. I feel raw, exposed, and I want more. His kiss burns just as much as his touch does, and the more I try to extinguish this passion, the hotter I become.
“Fuck,” he hisses, biting my lip and tugging it until there’s no more give, and it