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

Lola,” she whispered.
    “So?”
    He ran his hands over her body while one hand cupped her firm ass. As she dragged her purple nails up and down his back, he unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock.
    “Oh, honey, I like that,” she cooed.
    She rubbed herself against his body as she went down on her knees. Taking his dick into her mouth, she sucked it while rubbing his taut balls. With his cock practically down her throat, she bobbed her head up and down, stroking the length of him as her fingers played with her pussy.
    Throwing his head back, Hawk moaned then pulled Lola up, pushing her onto the bed. With her legs spread wide, he could see that neon pink string shining between her swollen pussy lips. Hawk sucked her breasts and she pulled his hair, forcing his face up toward hers. When her lips sought his, he turned away—a rough fuck was what he wanted, not kissing. He massaged Lola’s big tits, her peaks hardening, and he recalled how he loved the way Cara’s erect nipples felt under the fabric against his chest.
    “Ooh, honey, I love the way you squeeze my boobies. You’re making me feel sooo good.” Lola writhed.
    He touched her clit with his finger; she was more than ready. He slipped two fingers into her hungry pussy, and, noticing she was too loose, he shoved in a couple more. Lola groaned and grabbed his cock, stroking it as he finger-fucked her, his thumb playing with her nub. Her body started jerking; she was ready to come. “Come inside me, honey. I want your big cock in me,” she rasped.
    Hawk leaned over and took a condom out of the nightstand. He ripped it open.
    “No need for that, honey. I’m on the pill,” she said.
    He rolled it on. “Aren’t you the one who pulled the train last night?” he grunted.
    “Ooh, that was a blast, but I’m clean. I like feeling it bare.”
    “Not with me.”
    Lola pulled Hawk toward her. He shoved his cock into her eager pussy and banged her hard. Flipping her around, he fucked her rough from behind while she wiggled her ass. As he exploded, he yelled out, “Cara!” then pulled out and collapsed next to Lola. She turned around and snuggled up to him, but he pushed her away. “You gotta go now.”
    She stared at him. “What did I do wrong?”
    “Nothing, it was good. No reason to stick around.”
    She paused. “When’re you gonna take me for a ride on your Harley?”
    “Never. Don’t let chicks ride on my bike.”
    “Ever?”
    “That’s right. Now, take it outta here.”
    “Who’s Cara?”
    Looking at her, Hawk shrugged.
    “My name’s Lola, prick.” She zipped up her shorts and pulled her tank top over her boobs. Hawk had his back to her as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Another time?” she said sweetly.
    She slammed his door as she left the room. The face he saw while fucking that slut was Cara’s. Damn. The whore wanted him to kiss her, but he couldn’t kiss anyone but Cara. Not anymore. Not since he’d tasted the sweetness of her mouth and felt the softness of her lips.
    With a clenched jaw, he punched the mattress over and over while swearing. He had to reign in his emotions before he flipped out. After all, he’d just had some good pussy, but all he was left with was a headache. Yeah, his cock was satisfied, but he didn’t feel full like he always did after a good fucking. Running his hand through his hair, he smoothed it back then tied it in a ponytail. He thought screwing this whore would ease his tension, but it didn’t; he just wanted Cara more.
    Shit, I just need to fuck her and get her out of my system for good.
    Fuck…

Chapter Six
    A light breeze rustled through the trees in Cara’s front yard as she sat on her porch, skimming a new cookbook. She loved to cook, and when her life got crazy with her heavy caseload, she often wished she would have opted for culinary school instead of law school. Sipping a glass of homemade lemonade, she basked in the peacefulness of the moment; she relished these isolated slices