Smokey (Hell's Bastards MC 2)

“Not used to the feeling?”

“I’m not used to a woman turning me down.”

She laughed and reached out to stroke his leather cut. “It must be the jacket. Do you get cold in the winter?”

“It’s not the only cut I wear.”

“Ah, I see.”

“You seem to know your way around a biker.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Not really. Kind of hard not to understand it. President, boss. It’s leather and all your BFFs back there were wearing one.” She shrugged. “Not hard to deduce.”

“Are you always this adorable?”

“Nope.” She made the p pop. “It’s the drink.”

“Now that’s a shame. Let me walk you home.”

“And you’re not expecting sex?” she asked.

“Not everything is about sex.”

No, not with her. “I get it.” She started to walk again, pushing some of her hair off her face. No matter how much time she spent trying to tame her blonde locks, they always had a mind of their own. She more often than not just pulled it back into a ponytail or a messy bun. Right now, she was frustrated with it.

“What do you get?”

“I saw the way some of the other single women at the bar were looking at you. The way they were dressed. Sex with them would be far more enjoyable.” She licked her lips as Smokey grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

“I’m sensing this asshole of an ex did a number on you,” Smokey said.

“What makes you think that?”

“It’s a hunch. I’ve never met a woman who would so willingly put herself down.”

“You’ve got that all wrong, biker boy. I’m not putting myself down. I’m a realist, and it’s what we do. I’m not the kind of person men think of having sex with. Not the dirty kind anyway.” She shrugged. “It’s a fact.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She offered him a smile. “I’m not offended.” She began to walk again.

“Then please tell me, Ava, why it is that my dick has been hard as fucking rock since I saw you at the bar? And I’ve wanted you from that moment.”

She stopped and turned toward him, shocked. There was no way she’d heard that.

****

Hunter had wanted fresh meat. It was the only reason Smokey had decided to go to Ryan’s Place. There was plenty of free, willing pussy of all ages back at the clubhouse. He hadn’t been out for a short time, and with Ugly Beast spending more time at home with Abriana and the baby, and the shit that went down with the mafia, he was bored.

He needed something to excite him.

No new deals had come through for him. He’d only gotten a single phone call from Sebastian Drago about a possible meetup with the head of the mafia, but he’d so far declined.

His club didn’t need the money, nor the heat. They made their money in several different ways.

The moment he’d entered the bar, he’d checked out the blonde sitting on her own. Her hair was fucking wild with so much curl to it. Instantly, he’d wanted the locks spread across his pillow. Once he sat beside her and caught sight of her pretty face, he’d wanted to fuck her.

Every single part of her body called to him. Fat, juicy tits, hips he could hold on to, and those thighs. He wanted them wrapped around his waist as he pounded her cunt.

In fact, he wanted it all.

Rather than say that, he’d gotten talking. Now, he’d never been a jealous man, but whatever her ex-husband had done to her, Smokey wanted retribution. This woman had no reason to be saying the shit she was.

“Is this supposed to get me into bed?” she asked.

“I’m not trying to get you into bed.” He closed the distance between them. Ava stood firm, not shrinking back, and he found that incredibly hot. Grasping her hand, he tugged hard until she fell into him. He placed her hand right over his dick.

“We’re out in the open.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck what people think?” he asked. With her hand directly over his cock, he smiled. “Now, do you question what I want?” he asked.

She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but groan.

“That mouth would look good wrapped around my dick.”

“You’re saying this stuff to distract me.”

“No. I’m saying what I think. It’s a habit.” He reached out, cupped her cheek, and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “You really have no clue the kind of things I want to do with you.”

“This is crazy. You don’t know me.”

“Don’t need to know a person to want them, Ava.” He tilted her head back. “I’m guessing your ex-husband didn’t teach you that.”

Instantly, she shut down. She removed her hand and stepped back. “I need to get home.”

“Do you love your ex?” he asked.

She stopped and turned toward him. “No. I don’t.”

“Did you ever?”

“What is with the twenty questions?” she asked. “I don’t know. You shouldn’t be putting my hand on a body part, or asking so many personal questions. It’s rude.”