Page 110 of Dirty Salvation

“Icy.” Rider called out, doing that finger motion thing to her again, did he think she was a dog? Good thing she liked him.

He was smiling so she smiled back shyly noticing the woman’s curious eyes on her now.

“Get over here and meet my pain in the ass sister who didn’t tell me she was coming into town.”

His sister. Ah. Her jealous beast retreated, no cat fights today for her man.

Her man?God, Calm down, possessive much.

“If you won’t tell me you have a girlfriend you’ve been hiding, Ambrosio! Then I guess I have to come and see for myself don’t I, big brother?“ His sister declared with a swat to Rider's arm though she sent a friendly smile Zara's way. “Hi. I’m so happy to meet you. I’m Gia. If Ambrosio is the black sheep of the family, then I'm the-----“

"Princess in waitin' Yeah, we know, squirt, you just need a crown." interrupted the black sheep in question.

“Never mind him. Whatever he's told you about me is complete lies. And let me tell you all the crap I have on him, some of it is a doozy! you’re going to love it, great for blackmailing him" Zara laughed as Rider shook his head.

She liked Gia instantly.

She barely heard Rider grumble about "Gossipin' fuckin' outlaw’s"

No big deal or anything. Just Zara was being introduced to his family as his girlfriend.

So much for beingjustfriends.

Who sleep in the same bed with their intimate parts locked together. No big deal or anything.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

"Why can't I get the fucking taste of you off my tongue?" – Hawk

Sensing the second she was inside the clubhouse; Hawk's body went off like a tuning fork humming every fiber of his skin until he was pure gooseflesh beneath his cut. The hair on the back of his neck became static electricity and every-fucking-thump of his heart wanted to bang clean out of his chest.

It happened every time, the way his cock began to ache making Hawk damn jittery even Snake had asked what-the-hell he’d taken.Fuck off. He’d growled. Everyone knew he didn’t touch the hard stuff.

Instead, he'd glared at Rider's woman to try and distract himself from what he really wanted to do and that was look at …her.

Shit.It was ten months since he’d last clapped eyes on her, having timed it right to be elsewhere on her biannual visits. Ten months eight days, if he were counting.

She’d sprung this visit on everyone.

If Rider was surprised. Hawk was fuckingdevastated.

He wasn’t prepared, had no willpower, no coping mechanism, in place.

His only option was to get out of there.Fast.

Now. Do it now.His eyes trying to betray his will.

Three minutes later, ignoring Zara, he’d stormed off like a vengeance tornado into his room down the hall, into the bathroom, grunts falling like acid rain, slamming the door almost off its hinges, he’d bodily climbed into the frigid cold shower, unable to wait for the water to run hot.

Only one thing he could do.

He ripped open his jeans, sending a button flying.

Reaching inside he groaned a pained sound.

His arousal was half crawled up his ribbed belly.

Hungry.