Page 109 of Dirty Salvation

The attraction wasreal. It wasn’t a passing fancy, a passion for burning itself out. It was real and growing out of control. She was sore between her legs, a memory of the ungodly stretching he’d made her do at two am this morning when he’d arrived back at the compound and woke her with his skilled mouth and wicked fingers showing her just how real their passion was with no end in sight.

There’d been no grace in just how she’d came awake.

The sob had stuck in her throat, more than ready for him so when he slammed inside she’d cried out as a plea for more even as her body twinged a little not entirely used to the size of him.

It was true Rider had filled out more in the last three years, his shoulders were broader, his sharp rippled belly tapered down to lean hips she loved looking at, his long strides eating up the floor wherever he walked to. Gorgeous biker man, for sure.

The woman laughed, throwing her head back, she was truly beautiful, slim beneath her coat, jeans encased her legs and she wore gorgeous winter boots, curiosity eating at Zara, who was she?

When Rider's back was to her, she inhaled an obvious second breath, this one much longer, it held there in her lungs…oh man, his back was wider, too. The cut was stretched, formed completely to his body as if born there as part of his skin.

Seriously. He was far too handsome. And built like a skyscraper. And she was sleeping with him as often as she could.

He'd been big before. Engrained in her brain. Now he was just …there. Before she was caught ogling like he was a side of chocolate dipped in chocolate served on a bed of chocolate, Zara cleared her throat and wrenched her gaze away before the jealous monster growing in her belly got out of control, if Rider wanted her to know who the woman was he’d introduce her, standing here marking him as hers with eyes all over his eyes was a little bit ridiculous.

Her body swerved to the right out of sight of the animated conversation taking place across the common room, only to be hit with a pair of pale, almost crystal, blue eyes and a dark sinister smirk

Her entire body recoiled from Hawk’s look of contempt. She took a step back, feeling her Vans slide on the rug.

The Vice President was equally imposing in stature and just as wide, but where Rider was undeniably handsome, she had no idea and truly didn’t want to know what Hawk had going on under all his facial hair. The man had invented scary, he was CEO of terrifying and held a lifetime’s membership to ‘don’t get in my face and I won’t kill you’ club. She wouldn’t be applying to that anytime soon.

Something slithered coldly under her skin as she met his eyes, her head back, chin up defiantly though her fight or flee instincts were screaming at her to head in the opposite direction.

All the elements around her became starkly heightened under his watchful stare. She guessed already he didn't like her, she didn't need a long raving conversation to tell her that. Some things you picked up quick on someone else’s body language.

A dark glare, a sneer, avoidance, ignoring. All glaring road signs.

Whatever was Hawk's issue, not her problem, she had enough on her mind, without borrowing worry she had no control over.

Hawk avoided being in her company any time she ventured into the main living area, said as few words as possible, and she was good with that, frankly, he made her teeth on edge, not a hard effort, she was jumpy, to begin with, but Hawk was different.

Though Zara had stayed on the periphery within the club most of the time, she'd always felt those astute eyes on her, assessing with silent scorn as though he'd been judge jury and executioner and deemed Zara his club’s enemy.

Well, whoop-dee-do for him. Hawk and his Jesus' hair were so wrong. If she'd read anything with her time at theRebels,it was when to recognize want in a man's gaze. Thank god, she didn't see it from Hawk. That would be plain weird and creepy.

She was not desirable to the scary man. Thank god.

"Something you want?" She asked tersely looking for an exit, the way he was glaring who could blame her tone.

Zara couldn't recall seeing the VP crack a smile let alone laugh.

But as fast as he stared at her, his gaze slid slickly across the room, she watched him stiffen from head to toe, all his attention was on Rider and the woman.

Scratch that, Hawk wasn’t looking at Rider at all, he was all about the woman laughing at whatever Rider had said to her.

Curiously, Zara’s brow rounded up.

Did Hawk know the woman as well?

She observed his chest inflate hard under his cut stretching the material right as the woman looked over at Hawk, smiled at him with a short wave and said “Hey, Hawk.”

Hawk’s face went from dark to...darker.

He ignored Zara’s question altogether, turned on his boots and stalked away.

Weird, she mused.

But he was a weird man. Scary and fucking weird.