“On the contrary. I’m trying to fuck you, Ava,” he said.
She didn’t stop walking. He stayed beside her, step by step.
The silence stretched on, the minutes gradually building.
They were getting close to some houses, and he saw them coming even closer, which would mean he’d have to part with her if that was where she lived. He didn’t like the thought of leaving her alone.
“Is that all you want?” she asked. “Sex?”
“Is that a deal-breaker?”
She came to a stop. Her hand went to her forehead as she shook her head left and right. “I’m so confused right now. We’re talking in riddles. It must be the alcohol, but I’m not going to agree to anything.” She smiled at him. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
Her speed picked up, and he found her so utterly adorable. The way she moved and talked. He liked it.
Every woman he’d come across either gave him a withering stare or thrust their tits in his face. He was used to more women throwing themselves at him, begging for his mark. They wanted the bragging rights to have taken the president of the Hell’s Bastards MC. It was fun until it had stopped.
Now he used women to scratch an itch. He had a feeling Abriana was to blame—the woman he’d arranged to marry one of his men. She’d distracted him. He wasn’t attracted to her in any way. It was what she represented to the club, to Ugly Beast. The brother with the ugliest-looking face had been able to find true love. They now had a newborn daughter and every time he saw them, he witnessed a whole new lot of possibilities. Did he want that? Women had yet to prove they were worth his time. All he’d ever been was disappointed in them and by them.
They walked toward one of the few houses on the outskirts of town. It explained why she didn’t mind the walk. It wasn’t too far to the bar.
She stopped at the gate of a sweet-looking house. Small, but it just screamed hers.
Ava turned toward him. “Thank you for the walk home.”
“Can I see you again?”
“I don’t even know if I’m going to remember this conversation, Smokey. It was nice to meet you.” She held her hand out and he frowned.
Taking hers within his own, he shook her hand. She smiled at him. Her eyes were a beautiful, bright green. Her lips begged to be kissed.
He was never the kind of man to let an opportunity pass him by. Pulling her close, he gripped the back of her head and slammed his lips down on hers. She gasped, parting for him, and he plundered inside.
She moaned as he deepened the kiss.
Running his hand down her back, he cupped her generous ass. He knew it would be the perfect fit for him. Her body was made for him and him alone, and damn it, he wanted to fuck her, hard. To consume every single part of her.
This went against everything he stood for. Smokey stepped back. “Good night,” he said.
Her lips were swollen, and she didn’t say a word. She turned on her heel and walked up to her home. He saw her hand raise to her lips as she fit the key into her lock. After she looked back one last time, she was inside her house.
He waited until he heard the locks click into place, which they did.
Spinning on his heel, he saw Hunter waiting for him.
“We were going to the bar for me? Why is it you got the pussy, as did Brick and Kinky?”
“You’re becoming way too picky.”
“Oh, bite me. You know as well as I do you took the best fucking pickings.” Hunter looked back at the house. “You willing to share?”
“Hell the fuck no.”
He’d shared women with Hunter in the past, but with Ava, he didn’t even want to consider it.
“Whatever. One hot woman and you won’t even share. When did you get so spoiled?”
He chuckled. “I guess having a club work their asses off for me.”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “Who is she?”
The kiss had been good for two things. One, he got to feel those plump lips on his, which was more than fine by him. He wanted to kiss her a hell of a lot more. Two, distracted from the kiss, she’d forgotten all about her purse.
A gentleman wouldn’t look inside. But Ava wouldn’t tell him her full name.
Walking beside Hunter, he opened the purse and flicked it open.
Hunter had his cell phone out with the flashlight.
Ava Sinclaire. Well, he was going to get to know everything there was to know about this woman.
“Club pussy or just some fun?” Hunter asked.
“Time will tell.”
Pocketing her purse, he listened to Hunter bitch and moan all the way back to Ryan’s Place.
Several of the cars had already disappeared from the parking lot. The club’s presence had a tendency to do just that. They had the power to send people running. Load of pussies.
Entering the bar, he saw Ryan cleaning a couple of glasses.
“You know why I’m here,” he said.
Ryan put the glasses down. “I know, and I got everything for you in the back.”
Kinky was already rounding the bar, grabbing Ryan by the scruff of his neck. “Then why don’t you show us?”
The rest of the clientele left. Rumors would be running rife, but if everyone knew what was good for them, they’d keep all the real details private.
End of sample chapter
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