9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Maggie
I’m tired of being the good girl. It’s time to let the bad girl within shine. -Maggie
Hawk couldn’t have been more shocked if I had taken a gun out and shot him. Actually, I think he would have been more prepared for that.
I gulp and watch as his face changes from one of complete bewilderment to the satisfied look of a predator about to catch his prey.
“What did you say, Maggie?” he growls. Those cobalt blue eyes of his are dark now. Dark and so damn full of carnal promise that I feel a tingling warmth between my legs. I cross my legs and watch his eyes follow the movement.
“I said, fuck me. I know you want to.” I try to give my voice a sultry edge, but I’m afraid it comes out as a decidedly unsexy squeak.
“Do you mean that?” Again, his question comes out as a sexy growl. The heat in my pussy grows.
This time I harden my voice and lift my shoulders with confidence. I look straight into his blue eyes as I say, “I said it twice already and I mean it. I’m not going to say it again. You get one chance, Hawk. You’ve got five seconds to take what you want. Five, four, three…”
I’m hauled up from the bar stool and over his shoulder before I have time to get to the next number.
“We’re gettin’ your sexy ass out of here before you can change your mind.” Hawk’s words are like fire to my body and I almost give a growl myself. I eye the ass that is suddenly a lot closer to me. The thought of holding onto that ass while he pounds into me is…
“Whoo-hoo Hawk! You get her! Take that fine ass to pound town, buddy!” One of the guys yells and there are numerous cat calls.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter and remember my ass is probably on display in this short dress. Everyone is probably getting a hell of a show.
I feel Hawk’s hand sneak up my legs and tug on my dress. “Mine,” he growls in the direction of the voice. I can’t see him, but the look on his face must be scary as hell. The bar suddenly gets quiet.
I barely feel the night air as he stalks out of the bar. I should probably beat on his back. I should probably demand he put me down. I should probably…aww, who the hell am I kidding? I’m his.
I don’t say a word as he finally sets me down on the back of his big bike. “Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?” he asks softly. The sweet voice is in such a contrast to his tough manner in the bar that I blink hard. I shake my head.
He uses his index finger to stroke along the side of my cheek. I gulp. “Alright, baby. I got you.”
I don’t say a word as he places a helmet on my head and then swings his massive leg over the bike. He sits down in front of me, and I naturally move forward. My dress is hiked up and I know I should be self-conscious, but I can’t make myself feel anything but turned on.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he rasps just as he puts the bike into gear.
We take off into the night with a roar. I wrap my arms around his waist and enjoy the ride, grinning the whole way. If only the people back home could see me now…