Snake Charmer (Rawkfist MC Book 2) by Bijou Hunter Page A

you.”
    “Sure, little lady. You’re a damn
iceberg.”
    Glancing up at me, she sighs. “I’m
sorry I said your face was made of feces.”
    “Considering you kiss the damn thing, I
sure hope you don’t think my face is made out of shit.”
    “I miss saying ‘shit.’ Oh, and a good
‘fuck off’ would be an excellent release.”
    “Have at it.”
    Journey glances around. “There could be
kids in the woods.”
    “Not yours, though.”
    “Oh, yeah, so who cares?” she says,
grinning.
    Journey lets go of my arm, leaving me
cold. After leaning forward and taking a deep breath, she lets out a string of
cuss words that’d make the nastiest meth head nod with approval.
    “Feel better?”
    Wearing a glorious smile, Journey wraps
her arms around me. “Yeah, I do.”
    I take advantage of her happy mood and
plant a kiss on her grinning lips. Journey tightens her grip, nearly knocking
me off balance. When she grabs me with such ferocity, I can barely contain my
need to have her under me in bed. I want her to call my name out when she
comes. I ache to feel her pussy tighten around my cock and know I’ve brought
her pleasure. Making Journey come apart is all I desire.
    I’m blinded to all else, but the
feeling never lasts. The world returns, and I’m just Donovan Mooney. Soon, I’m
left with only negative thoughts killing all of my dreams. I can’t win this
woman over. I won’t keep her with me. There’s no future for us. I’m only
fooling myself.
    Quiet is the right kind of living for
me. I spend most of my time alone. I enjoy the silence. Journey probably won’t
want everything so quiet, but she doesn’t complain while we sit on a bench and
drink water.
    She caresses my forearm and leans down
to look closer. “You have blond hairs on your arm.”
    “That I do.”
    “I hadn’t noticed that about you,”
Journey says and then leans back. “Seems stupid, I’m sure, but I realize I
hadn’t paid much attention to you on our first date. I was too busy wondering
why I was sitting with you rather than with my family at home.”
    “Did you ever figure that out?”
    Journey gives me a little smile. “I’m
not ashamed to say I went out with you simply because of lust. You looked
really pretty at the fair.”
    “And you were damn handsome.”
    Journey shares my smile. “Is it so bad
that I’m uncomfortable chasing men?”
    “I’d lose all respect for you if you
chased me.”
    “Nice to know you have standards.”
    I reach out and pretend to brush
something off her face. Her skin is unbelievably soft under my touch.
    “I want to chase you.”
    “Except isn’t the fun part of chasing
having one person make it hard to catch them? Have I made it too easy for you?”
    Laughing is a bad move to make with a
woman like Journey, but I can’t help it. She’s wearing the sincerest expression
when she claims to have made the chase too easy for me.
    “What’s funny?” she asks, partly amused
yet mostly leery.
    “Your idea of easy isn’t the same
definition most people would use.”
    “Well, I don’t have much experience
with dating. To me, it feels like I’ve given in too quickly.”
    “Oh, you’ve given in, have you? Well,
then let me claim my prize.”
    Leaning across the table, I cover her
lips with mine and suck tenderly. Journey doesn’t react coldly. Instead, she
presses closer and opens her mouth for my curious tongue. I taste mint first
and then the heat of her intense arousal that I’m not expecting.
    A barking dog grudgingly separates us.
Journey doesn’t glance at the passing hikers. Her gaze remains locked on me.
    “Dating is lame,” she whispers,
standing up and walking around the table before sitting on the same bench and
facing me.
    “You’re fearless,” I say, reaching out
to cup her cheek.
    “How do you figure?”
    “You take what you want.”
    “Because I changed spots on the table?”
    “Because you wanted me to kiss you
again, so you came over here to make it easier for