Hawk's Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 1) by Chiah Wilder Read Free Book Online Page A

Hawk’s kiss left her weak and confused. Her mind raced through a quick list of pros and cons, but her body lunged forward, lust tingling in her hands, her toes, and all her nerves. Silencing her mind, Cara grabbed a handful of Hawk’s hair and leaned into him, her taut nipples rubbing against his chest. He grabbed her ass and kneaded it while trailing kisses down her neck.
    Cara’s legs clenched as a slow throbbing grabbed hold of her sex. Each stroke and kiss ignited a fire deep in her core. Her mind jumped back to chastising her body for its wanton behavior. Through muddied thoughts, Cara tried to focus and will her body to stop, but before she had time to think this through, Hawk slid his hand up her skirt. As he touched her panties and palmed her engorged folds through the thin fabric, he whispered, “You’re wet, baby. Your pussy is screaming for me.”
    Cara’s body exploded with the tenor of his husky voice. As he stroked her nub, Hawk breathed in her ear, “Fuck, babe, you’re so ready.”
    Her mind whirled. Common sense told her she was on the brink of losing control, but her body was a traitor and craved his touch. Never before had any man had this effect on her, and it was awesome, even if it was wrong. Squirming under his delving fingers, she arched her back, thrusting her mound closer to him.
    “You’re greedy, aren’t you, baby?” Flicking his thumb over her clit, he chuckled. “I bet you taste fuckin’ sweet. Do you want more?”
    Cara moaned.
    Through the fabric of her panties, Hawk took her nub between two fingers, squeezing and pulling it. A bolt of pleasure ripped through her. She was so close.
    And then he stopped. At first, she didn’t realize what was going on and her mind raced, searching for answers. When she opened her eyes, Hawk stood by the door. Staring at him, her eyebrows knit together and sweat beads formed on her upper lip and under her arms. Her body was aching for release.
    “What’s going on?” she whimpered.
    “Gotta find a motel, counselor.”
    “What?”
    “Doesn’t feel too good being left high and dry, does it, babe?” Hawk shot her a wry smile. “I hear there’s a good motel next door to St. Claire’s Hospital? Do you know it?”
    “You vindictive bastard!” Realizing that he’d played her for a fool, Cara’s face flushed and her skin crawled. A tinge of nausea made her clutch her throat.
    “Another time?” He raised his eyebrows at her.
    “Never!”
    “We’ll see.” Smiling at her, he licked his fingers.
    She wanted to slap that stupid smile off his face. And he had dimples. Crap.
    Rocking back on his heels, he smirked. “By the way, is this one of those compromising situations you were lecturing me on earlier?”
    Cara suppressed the urge to fling a law book at his smug face. She narrowed her eyes as he left her office, chuckling to himself. Standing in the doorway while fixing her hair, she stared at his back, her erect nipples visible through the fabric of her white shell camisole. Looking over his shoulder, Hawk winked at her as his gaze skimmed over her breasts. Then he swaggered out, closing the office door behind him.
    “You okay?” Asher asked, taking in her disheveled hair and colorless lips.
    “I guess. This client is such an asshole.”
    “What’s up with his he-man attitude? It makes all us guys look bad.”
    Twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, Cara said, “Some men think they can grunt and bully their way through life.”
    “The sooner you get done with his case, the better. That guy takes badass to a whole new level, and the way he looks at you tells me he’s got more than his constitutional rights on his mind.”
    Laughing, Cara replied, “They didn’t teach this in law school.”
    Back in her office, she watched Hawk through the window as he jumped on his Harley. She held her breath when he glanced up at her, their eyes locking. Putting on his sunglasses, his face held that satisfied hardness that was becoming