Craving Forbidden (Craving Series Book 8)

by Crave Publishing

  He nodded to Hawk, ignored her, and walked away without another word.

  Hawk stayed where he was until Vera heard a door close.

  He turned slowly.

  His eyebrows were drawn down as he scowled her. “Going somewhere?”

  Vera shored up her bravery and told him, “Home.” She watched as his eyes glittered dangerously down at her. His tongue darted out and ran across his teeth in agitation. The motion sent a chill up her spine. She swallowed against the desire she felt for him. For a man she hated.

  As a girl she’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss Rider Hawkins. Now she wondered what it would be like to do other, much more fun things, with him. He was made to ride. In more ways than one.

  Hawk stepped closer. She could feel his body heat from beneath the t-shirt. Vera stuck her ground and glared up at him. Her breasts brushed against his chest and she watched his eyes flare.

  A slow, tingling began on her scalp and moved deliciously down her neck. It took all her self-control not to shudder.

  His gaze was intense as it moved over her face and down to her lips. Vera watched as it traveled back to her own eyes and when she saw the intensity in them she began to look away.

  Hawk reached out and gripped her chin, tightly. So much so that she couldn’t turn her head. She stared up at him as he silently commanded she do so.

  His fingers flexed as he leaned down close to her mouth and told her, “You ain’t going anywhere, Princess.”

  She had no chance to fire back a retort as his lips pressed down on hers and his tongue immediately thrust in. His fingers gripped her jaw harder and she pushed up on her toes to get more of him.

  The goosebumps that had started just moments ago erupted over her body in mere seconds. Vera’s hands came up, gripping his leather cut, pulling him closer.

  Hawk growled in her mouth and she felt the tingling move south. Way south.

  As if Hawk knew what she needed, his hand left her face and she felt both gripping her ass, jerking her up. She moaned her approval and wrapped her legs around his waist. Vera was slammed against the wall as she widened her legs to accommodate his large frame.

  Hawk swiveled his hips and aligned their lower halves perfectly. So perfectly she couldn’t help but break her mouth away from his and gasp. One of his hands left her ass and he speared his fingers through her hair, angling her mouth the way he wanted. Back to his.

  He commanded her in every moment. And no matter if she’d lived her life being dictated to, she gladly gave him control. The only person she wanted to have it.

  His other hand shifted up and under her shirt. His hand was hot, and it seared a path along her skin as it traveled up her back. His callouses scraped over her skin and she arched more into him. In a quick flick, her bra was unsnapped. She felt her small breasts sway, free from their constraints. She was flushed with heat and wet between her legs when his hand moved slowly to the front of her shirt. Vera felt herself move against him as his mouth moved to her neck.

  His hand continued along her ribcage, up to her collarbone, and then slowly back down to cup her breast.

  His rough hand on her soft breast stunned her. And it was then that she realized what they were doing.

  “Stop,” she whispered into the room.

  Hawk continued to kiss her and she was afraid he hadn’t heard her. But then without warning, he broke his mouth away and stared down at her.

  His chest was heaving. His lips red. And his hand remained holding the weight of her breast.

  He looked down at her, his dark eyes fierce with need. For her.

  She felt him then, pressed between her legs. Hard. Big. And just as commanding as all other parts of him.

  Vera ignored the wanting. The need. She wanted this thick, hard length pressing deep inside her. She wanted to ride him like this; her pressed against the wall. Him holding her hips and moving her as he pleased.

  She’d wanted him since the beginning. And she realized in that moment, that she would always want him. No matter the passage of time. No matter what he’d done.

  “Rider,” she said quietly as she tried to get control of her breathing.

  His eyes flared at the use of his real name. Whether from annoyance or something else, she didn’t know.

  And for some reason, it broke the spell.

  His hand left her and she was placed back on her feet.

  Both of them stood there, watching one another, breathing heavily.

  She licked her lips.

  Hawk growled and then said in a deep, low voice, “Go back to the room. Go to bed. You’re here until I say you ain’t.”

  Vera, knowing better than to argue with a man who was both pissed and aroused, glared at him and then turned on her heel and walked back to the room.

  She didn’t know what had just happened, but she did know it was a dangerous game to play.

  Chapter Four

  Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia

  Hawk sat at the bar, his head looking out at the windows behind the taps, a cup of coffee in his hand. It was close to eight. He’d slept for shit last night.

  Vera had yet to wake.

  He’d checked on her a few times after he’d caught her trying to leave, but instead of sleeping on her floor, he had kept his ass out here.

  Fuck. If she’d been anyone else he would have sunk his cock in her without hesitation and fucked her against the wall until she screamed his name. Shit, he still wanted her to scream his name.

  Each time he went in to check on her, he felt his resolve breaking down a little bit more. That smooth skin, the heat he’d felt between her legs. The tits that were just shy of a handful. Her breathy moans against his tongue. He found himself curious about things he had no right to be curious about.

  What did she do for a living?

  Had her piece of shit mom come home when Gunner had been killed?

  Did she still like to cook?

  Did she have a man?

  Someone in the MC?

  What was the name, social security number, and address of the motherfucker she gave her virginity to?

  He was glad she had stopped them.

  Hawk felt his hand tighten on the mug. He looked down and took a chug of liquid gold.

  Stryker sat himself down wordlessly, his own cup of coffee steaming next to him. Hawk looked over and nodded at his brother in arms.

  “Oldens headed out at first light. Should be getting to the Horsemen clubhouse in the next hour.”

  Hawk nodded his thanks. “What’s the plan?”

  Stryker took a fortifying gulp. “They’ve already got a contract to agree to a sit-down. Guy that chose the Horsemen ten years ago. They were brothers for three decades before. He’ll at least listen.”

  “And?”

  “Oldens don't want to get involved with all that’s going on right now. They know we had nothing to do with Gunner’s death, but they ain’t gonna push their luck there.”

  Stryker tipped his head toward the room where Vera still slept. “They’re gonna do their best to explain the massive fuck up, reassure them that she’s unharmed, and get a lock on a drop-off.”

  “And if they want war?”

  “The Horsemen oldens that ours spoke to say the Horsemen are keeping a low profile right now. DEA is back sniffing around.”

  “What’s our insider say?”

  His friend shook his head “He don’t know nothin’ ’bout it. But that don’t mean it ain’t happening.”

  “When’s their next point of contact?”

  “After noon sometime.”

  “Keep me updated.”

  “Will do.”

  Hawk got up without another word and carried his cup of coffee down the hall to the locked door. Using his free hand, he unlocked the door and swung it open without knocking.

  Vera was sitting up, her back against the wooden wall. Her knees were bent and her arms wrapped around them.

  But it was her eyes that caused him to stop. They
were wide and confused. She’d heard their conversation.

  Hawk locked eyes with her, reached behind him, and closed the door with a resounding click. Cocking his head to the side he asked, “Heard that, did you?”

  Vera looked down at her knees, and in that moment she looked so much like the girl he used to know. Hawk rubbed at his chest.

  She nodded, her eyes stayed glued to his. But then after a moment, she refocused to a spot over his shoulder. “Did you kill him?”

  Hawk stayed silent. Whether because he was afraid she wouldn’t believe him or to keep her out of club business, he wasn’t sure.

  “Did the Sentinels have a part in killing my dad?”

  Hawk was silent a moment. She knew what she heard. Her asking for confirmation meant she didn’t trust him whatsoever. Not that she had any reason to.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  He watched as Vera closed her eyes in relief. And when she opened them, he swore he saw a wet sheen, but with a blink, it was gone.

  “You thought we did.”

  She nodded.

  “You’d think that of me.” He made it a statement instead of a question.

  Her gaze came back to his and he saw the anger in them as she nodded.

  And he knew he’d done that. Put the anger there. The mistrust. He’d done it intentionally. Wanting her to hate him because it was better than her reciprocating the love he had felt for her all those years ago. First as children, then as a boy trying his hardest to pretend it was nothing, to the man who’d pushed her away.

  He moved to the wall and leaned up against it.

  “I haven’t seen you in ten years,” she accused.

  Hawk crossed his arms over his chest, “Yeah.” He almost felt ashamed that he’d never contacted her. Never tried to go back. But this was the life they had. It didn’t operate by normal rules or adhere to common expectations.

  Vera cocked her head to the side, her expression sad. “Did you even miss me at all? Or was I just another one of your enemies?”

  Hawk looked down at the floor and ground his jaw to keep from replying. She was the Princess of the Horsemen. It didn’t matter if he’d missed her. That he’d considered defying his father and staying with the Horsemen. For her. It would change nothing.

  “You’re a coward, Rider Hawkins.”

  His head shot up.

  She was sitting up from the wall, her body tall and strong. Her face confident.

  Hawk pushed away from the wall and strode over to the bed. He towered over her small frame. Leaning down, he pushed his face into her space and growled, “You may get away with talking shit to your brother, but watch what you fucking say to me in my club.”

  To his frustration, Vera was not intimidated in the least.

  “Answer my question,” she pushed.

  Hawk brought his hand up to grip her jaw. He wouldn’t hurt her. Never that. But he didn’t know how else to make his point.

  He felt his cock stir at her defiance. And he so badly wanted to show her who was in charge. She inhaled sharply. But not from fear. No, he watched her eyes as they grew more aware. As they morphed from confidence to desire. And he knew that she wanted him to show her who was in charge.

  A thrill shot through him as he realized that he could finally have what he had wanted for so long. Vera in his arms. Vera under him. Vera.

  Pulling her face to his, he slammed his mouth down on hers. He felt her hands come up and grip his leather vest, and then just as quickly, push underneath his t-shirt and begin to lift.

  Hawk stood and tore his shirt from his body, expediting the process. Reaching out, he rid her of hers. Her breasts heaved rapidly and tested the bounds of her bra with each inhalation.

  Hawk gripped the waistband of her shorts, forcing her flat on the bed. He stripped her easily from the rest of her clothing.

  He stood above her naked body like a conqueror. Her eyes were wide with excitement. Her nipples cherry and peaked. His eyes traveled down the smooth expanse of her skin to between her legs.

  And about to be his.

  Shedding what remained of his clothing, he stepped between her legs, that were draped over the side of the bed. He reached out and lifted one leg up and over his hip. His fingers traced over her soft skin. He watched her eyes shutter.

  “You’ve wanted me between your legs for a long time.” He claimed the obvious, needing her to agree.

  Her gaze flashed in deviance as she geared up to lie.

  Slowly, he reached out and took her other leg, spreading her open for him so that nothing was hidden. She was perfect.

  His fingers traveled up between her legs. Wet.

  “Your body can’t lie, Princess.” He growled his approval.

  Her hazel eyes dropped to his waist and widened as she watched him grow even harder. Rolling on a condom, ever aware that she was watching the motions with lust, he grinned down at the fiery woman beneath him.

  Hawk crawled over the top her body, and the moment their flesh met, they both hissed in pleasure. Her tits pressed up against his chest, her legs cradling his waist. Cradling him.

  He nibbled his way along her neck and up her chin until he captured her mouth in a fast, violent possession. And at the same time, he thrust his cock into her.

  Her nails pressed at his back as she moaned into his mouth. Her wet heat gripped his cock. Tight. So tight it felt like he was home. He wanted to stay inside her forever.

  Her body rippled around him and he set a pace that was brutal. Their bodies coming together over and over again.

  Vera moaned his name. But not the right one.

  “Rider,” he commanded.

  Her head tilted back as she gasped his true name, “Rider.” He watched it come forth from her lips in a frenzy and he knew he’d never heard anything as fucking hot as Vera moaning beneath him.

  Hawk pushed himself up on his arms to watch her take his cock. It only pushed him faster and faster, wanting to claim her over and over again. His. His. His.

  But after a few moments, Vera whispered between moans, “Come back to me.” And so he did. Her mouth tangled with his and her tongue pushed its way inside, letting him know she liked being fucked by him as much as he liked to give it to her.

  His eyes opened as their mouths drifted just a breath apart. Her hazels were staring up at him, drowsy with need and with a trust he’d missed for so long.

  For some reason, he slowed his pace and tangled his fingers into her hair. They stared at one another as her body took his.

  Chapter Five

  Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia

  Vera

  Vera let her eyes flutter open. Staring back at her was the deep brown gaze she’d known all her life and missed for an eternity. She pushed down the insecurity of having just fucked the president of an MC, knowing how much pussy her own brother got. Instead, she tried to stay in the moment here with Rider. Not Hawk. She skated around the guilt she felt for what she’d done. And what her father would think. Her. Here. Lying in bed with the man who led those accused of his murder. The son of a traitor. The man who’d continued the feud. Deepened it.

  She couldn’t read his expression, and for some reason, that worried her. It must have shown on her face because he gave a small smile, reached out, gripped her waist, and pulled her against his hard body.

  Hesitantly she placed her hands on his slick chest. She felt him shiver at her touch, and she couldn’t help but smile. She held something over him. As he did her.

  “You good?” he asked gruffly.

  She pressed her lips together and nodded.

  And then gently, so gently it surprised her, Rider reached out and cupped her jaw with his strong hand. A motion, she was learning, that was completely his. He stared down at her as he slowly swiped his thumb over her bottom lip.

  She didn’t know what was happening here and she almost didn’t want to think about it. This was Rider, the boy she’d secretly loved for
her entire life. And he was looking down at her as if she hung the moon and the stars.

  Nervousness fluttered across her stomach and she felt thrust back in time. As if she were her younger self. Insecure, shy, and hopeful.

  Then Rider leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His mouth grew hungry again and she let him lead wherever he wanted to go. Vera let her hands come up and loop over his shoulders and he rolled on top of her.

  He released them from the kiss and again stared down at her.

  “You’d think that of me?” he asked the same question from before. His eyes watched her with no emotion. As if he were bracing for the worst.

  Slowly, silently, she shook her head no.

  Rider’s shoulders relaxed a bit and he dipped his head down to press another kiss to her mouth. His hips rolled and she couldn’t help but moan at the toe-curling pleasure he could so easily build back up.

  He pulled back, his gaze serious and hungry. “What does my princess need?” he murmured. Vera pressed her lips to his neck and licked her way up to his ear. “You.”

  Rider began to move his hips in slow, delicious motions when without warning, the door to the room burst open.

  Vera let out a shriek and curled beneath him. Above her, Rider made himself bigger to shield her body from any prying eyes.

  She looked up and watched him turn his head. “Wanna knock?”

  “Got word from the oldens,” the voice told him.

  Rider looked back down at her. His eyes were regretful. “Be out in two,” he said to the man behind him.

  He didn’t release his gaze from hers as the door closed.

  Vera frowned up at him. “Rider?”

  Rider rubbed his nose against hers as he whispered in his deep, gravelly voice, “Gotta get you home.”

  He pulled himself from her and she instantly felt cold. Alone. But then he reached out his strong hand. Vera looked at it for a moment and then took it. He brought them to their feet and wordlessly collected their clothing, handing her her items as he searched out his.

  Silently, they dressed. She couldn’t help but smile at the hunger on his face as his eyes greedily watched her body slowly be covered.