#MidWeekTease: HAWK, #FallenGlidersMC 2, #MCRomance #Excerpt #badboy @EvernightPub

Hawk, Fallen Gliders #2, released last week, so I decided to share a little tease from this bad boy's story. Be sure to check out the other teasers this week - links below, and i f you'd like to join in the MidWeekTease fun next week, head over HERE to sign up! xoxo
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Someone with a bullhorn announced a wet t-shirt contest, and while my brothers catcalled their appreciation of the coming contest, I sat waiting for another shot, a scowl on my face. 
My fucking balls ached.
Young twenty-somethings climbed onto the other end of the bar. Buckets of water sloshed down over them as the male patrons continued to hoot and holler. 
I returned my gaze to the empty shot glass in front of me.
“Goddamn, look at those tits,” Jonny said, his voice loud enough I could hear him.
A glance up revealed the women parading toward us, one by one, their shirts plastered over fake and real tits alike as they stepped over sweating mugs and bottles. The woman at the bar’s end, the final contestant from what I could see through the sashaying and jiggling bodies topping the wooden slab, had a long mane of red-brown hair.
I leaned forward, leaned back, trying to catch a glimpse of her face as my cock swelled at the thought of the little butterfly.
A break in the swaying bodies, and her gray-green gaze landed on my face. Flashing eyes. Wide smile. Joy and a whole lot of fucking lust.
Boom.
Just like fucking that, all blood raced to my cock. “Goddamn,” I said, elbowing Jonny.
“The fuck?”
“It’s her.” I nodded with my chin toward where I’d seen the little butterfly, desperate for another glimpse.
“The woman you’ve been lusting after and keep losing in the crowd?” he asked with a laugh.
“Fuck you.” I all but growled the word.
“You said she’s a Silent Demon’s old lady,” Jonny said, his voice raised as he leaned toward me.
I shoved a hand through the long hair atop my head. “Yeah.”
“You sure she’s his old lady?”
I strained my neck, cussing about the crowd between my teeth. “Kinda young, so maybe not, but still. I’m not touching a Silent Demon’s whore.”
Another break in the action allowed me an eyeful of the woman who had my balls twisted into knots the previous two days.
Water poured down over her chest and the white tank clinging to her pert tits as she held her cell phone high overhead to protect it. The bartender dumped another over her chest, and butterfly’s dark nipples strained against the soaked fabric.
Lips parted, she turned and followed the parading women ahead of her, tucking her phone in her back pocket. Like a proud peacock, she pranced along, her eyes clear, unfazed by alcohol.
“Fuck.” I growled again, glaring at the men packed in the bar, knowing they lusted after butterfly’s perfect rack. “Fuck!”
Jonny shot a glance at me as the second woman in line leaned down and shook her tits in his face. “The fuck is your problem?”
I stood, my hands fisting against my thighs, unable to explain the jealousy raging through my body, pumping adrenaline through me.
My cock didn’t give two fucks the little butterfly was an untouchable or that her man might be in the crowd whistling after her. The fact she was off limits to me made my balls ache all the more. I needed to get my dick wet, the sooner the better. A warm, willing hole…
I adjusted myself but couldn’t get rid of the fucking scowl denting my brow.
Butterfly drew closer, her tightened nipples and juicy ass snaring my glare as she spun and tossed her hair. Her gaze never left my face. That fucking silence muffled everything as we stared at each other.
The other contestants hopped off the bar to my left in my peripheral vision, but I only had eyes for the little butterfly.
Still standing, hands still fisted, I waited as she drew near, knowing my life teetered on some fucking cliff.

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