Phantom Riders MC - Hawk (12 page)

Everything came to a sudden halt, and dead silence filled the room. Audra’s gaze moved around the bar, taking notice of the change. If it dawned on her that she’d said the wrong fucking thing, she didn’t look worried.

Her words set me on fire. The fucking image they created turned me on, but I wasn’t going to give her that power. I didn’t kiss for a reason. Just like I didn’t do foreplay, or let my emotions get tied up in the physical demands of fucking. Women were trouble, and didn’t have a long term place in my life. A war was going on inside me. The urge to take Audra to my room and fuck the hell out of her almost won over showing her that she wouldn’t break me.

I was not going to let her effect me.

Fuck. No.

“I’m not the enemy,” she said softly.

“Don’t try to figure me out,” I ground out. “You’re only here until I turn your ass loose.”

Something crossed her face at my remark, so fleeting that I might have imagined it if it hadn’t settled in her expressive eyes. She was fucking afraid now, probably thinking about her circumstances. She fucking should be, considering her connection to Covacks through her murderous ex. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Whatever else she or I might have said was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. The room erupted into chaos. Brothers, drawing their weapons, scrambled toward the door that led to the bar out front while sweetbutts scrambled in the direction of the safe room.

“Go with them!” I pushed Audra in that direction, not waiting to see if she obeyed. The club was under attack, and I needed to get out front to see what the fuck was happening.

I assessed the situation the second I pushed through the door. Customers were hiding in booths and behind furniture while some were on the floor trying to make themselves as small as possible. The only ones on foot were my brothers as they scanned the bar while making their way to the front windows, one of which had been shot the fuck out. Snake was half crouched behind the bar with a shotgun in his hands, a fierce look on his face that said he was ready to defend the club. Whimpers of fear came from some of the women.

“Kill the lights!” I hollered, knowing Snake would get on it.

More shots sounded, more windows were shattered. I felt something like a hot poker sear against my arm but ignored it, making my way toward one of the windows where Rock was crouched. “How the hell did you get here so fucking fast?” I asked him, flattening my back against a wall.

He shrugged with a grin. “Came down for a bottle.”

“See anything?” I snarled, peeking around a piece of broken window. A shot rang out, and I ducked back. A brother returned fire from the inside.

Rock shook his head. “Fuckers shot out the lights outside.” His gaze landed on something. “You’re hit, brother.”

I checked out the blood running down my arm and shrugged it off. “Minor compared to what I’m gonna do to those fuckers.” It was beginning to sound like war had broken out as both sides were shooting blindly. “Anyone see anything?” I hollered.

“Caught sight of a couple of cuts before the lights went out!” Keg yelled back, before he shot off a couple of rounds. “Blue Knights!”

Rock and I exchanged sharp looks.

“Fuck!” he sneered.

It didn’t make fucking sense, I thought. Dirk had just left. And I was pretty fucking sure he’d been alone. “They don’t have the fucking balls for this!” I snarled back. I wasn’t ready to believe the newly formed club would be that fucking stupid. I thought back to the trip here, and the fire we’d come across. Were they being set up?

Or were we?

I could hear the approaching sirens in the distance.
Shit!
Someone had called it in. “We need to end this before the cops get here!”

Just like that, the shooting stopped. It appeared that whoever was attacking the club didn’t want to get involved with the cops, either. A glance out the window revealed several shadows retreating into the darkness, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of bikes revving as they spun away. The lights came back on, and I turned to see Snake moving away from the switch, his rifle still in his hands. What a fucking mess, glass was everywhere, furniture was shot up, and so were a lot of bottles of booze behind the bar. The sirens were getting closer, giving the customers who’d been cowering a reason to feel safe and to begin moving around.

“Which one of you assholes called the police?” Rock barked, narrowing his gaze at the customers. Of course no one was brave enough to confess. “We handle our own shit here, so if you don’t have the balls to stand the heat and keep your fucking nose out of it then stay the fuck away.”

I knew when the fucking police arrived it was going to be chaotic. They usually stormed in with their fucking guns drawn, eager to shoot first and ask later, high on adrenaline and shouting out orders. I fucking hated when I had to deal with the law. Their initial attitudes were that we were the problem, even on our own property. It didn’t fucking matter that Phantom Riders padded the pockets of the head of police, it was all about making things look legit in the public’s eyes.

“Except for Rock and Snake, the rest of you brothers get lost, you weren’t here.” They disappeared from the room without a word. I turned my attention to the customers, most of which were regulars and knew the rules of the bar. “Anyone hurt?” Head shakes and low murmurs of
no
swam throughout the room. “Good. You want to stay that way, you saw nothing and you let me do the talking.”

Within seconds police cars were squealing to a stop right outside our doors, and just as I had fucking anticipated, several uniformed officers charged through the entrance with their guns drawn, wearing superiority like fucking neon badges. Thank fuck Chief Branson was with them. He’d better be. The last fifty grand we’d given him had assured us that he’d show up at the sign of any trouble.

“No one move!” An officer shouted. “Everyone’s hands where we can see them!”

“Is that really necessary?” Snake said from his spot behind the bar. “These are paying customers.”

I heard Rock’s snort. The officer’s face turned red, his eyes snapping with anger. “I was talking about you freakin club members,” he clarified.

“
Freakin
, really?”

“Why should we?” Rock asked. “We were the ones attacked. All we did was protect our club.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” another cop chanted. “Same old story.”

“Anyone hurt?” a third officer inquired. He received the same responses I had.

“They didn’t see anything,” Snake spoke up, his gaze running over the customers. “Once the shooting began they all ducked for cover.”

“That true?” Chief Branson asked, waiting for someone, anyone, to refute it. He turned to the youngest of his men. “Tommy, take down everyone’s name and number for questioning later, then they can go.”

“Lucky the restaurant is closed and you had a small crowd tonight.”

“Yeah, lucky,” I agreed with Fuller, the asshole who’d first entered the bar.

That hadn’t surprised me.

I’d had run ins with him before. For some reason he had it out for the club, and had since he’d first transferred from Florida, almost as if he had a personal vendetta against us or all biker clubs in general. Who knew what his problem was? I didn’t give a fuck. He was strictly by the book unless Branson was around to rein him in when it was necessary, and Branson knew we’d deal with him if he didn’t.

Chief Branson walked directly up to me, invading my space. I suspected it was done on purpose, and to make a point. The fucker had warned me that he’d have to play tough when there were witnesses around, and he enjoyed every fucking minute of it. His gaze zeroed in on my arm. “Looks like you need to see a doctor. Want us to call for an ambulance?”

He was playing with me. The fucker knew I’d never go in for something as minor as a bullet graze to my arm. “Fuck no.”

He sighed heavily. “You want to tell me how it all went down here, or do I haul your ass to jail?”

“Not much to tell. We were in the club out back when the shooting started. Too dark to see who it was.”

His brows rose. “Too dark to see, huh?”  He turned to another of his men. “Scout around outside and see if you can find anything.”

“Did you return fire?” Fuller asked, his smirk telling me that he already knew the answer to that.

“What do you think asshole? We were just gonna sit back and let whoever fuck with us? Let them shoot up our customers?” Rock shook his head with disgust.

I kept eye contact with Branson. We had fucking permits for our weapons, and he knew it. And we had a right to protect ourselves. I doubted they would find any bodies outside, identifying who’d attacked us. Right now all they had was
our
side of the
story, and no reason to believe that we weren’t being truthful.

“You want me to check out the club?” Fuller was eager to get back there, for any reason. The prick was so sure he’d find something to arrest us for.

“Naw,” Branson said. “Don’t see any reason to. We don’t find anything outside tonight, we’ll come back and have a look in the morning.”

I knew that was Branson’s warning to me to make sure that we fucking got to it first. It was all he was going to give us. His craggy eyebrows met in the middle as he gave the place a thorough search from where he stood. His laziness went hand in hand with the fucking payoffs we provided him.

“If you find out who did the shooting tonight, you be sure and let us know,” Branson finally said.

“You’ll be the first one we call,” I sneered.

His officers followed him out the door but I could tell Fuller was less than satisfied with how shit had gone down. Fuck him. Some day I’d kill the fucker. Snake shut and locked the door behind him. “Find someone to come out and replace the windows first thing in the morning. The prospects can clean up this mess and stand guard tonight.”

“Right on it, Prez.”

“We gonna head out after the Blue Knights?” Rock questioned.

“Not tonight, bro. We’ll hold church in the morning, early. Let the brothers know.”

He gave a chin lift. “You better get your arm looked at.”

Blood ran from my upper arm down to my wrist and was dripping onto the floor. I nodded a response. I’d forgotten all about it, too focused on what had just gone down. I nodded a response.

There’d be more bloodshed by the time this-whatever the fuck
this
was-was over.

Chapter 14

Audra

The safe room was nothing more than a fortified room with no windows and only one way in and one way out. I supposed it served its purpose, because once we’d been locked inside you couldn’t hear a damn thing happening on the outside. The walls looked like steel and one security monitor gave a clear shot of the door and hallway outside. Other than a few places to sit, the small space was bare. Clearly it wasn’t meant for a long-term situation.

I learned the bartender’s name was Snake. As soon as the monitor showed he was walking down the hall, one of the girl’s opened the door.

“Fuck, Janet, you know you’re supposed to wait until I give the okay,” he grumbled, stepping back so we could exit the room.

“And you know I’m claustrophobic,” she hissed back, walking away briskly. “You’re lucky my ass was in even in here.”

A couple of the others snickered as they pushed past him. I paused and made eye contact with Snake, feeling totally out of my element. “What happened?”

“Club shit happened,” he replied without hesitation. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

I raised a brow to that. “Really? Was I dreaming of being locked up in a safe room, then?”

He grinned. By now everyone had vacated the room and he swung the door closed. “You’re a fuckin’ civilian, sweetheart, don’t need to know.”

That wasn’t the first time I’d heard myself referred to as a civilian. I was beginning to think that in my case it amounted to ignorance. “I have a right to know—”

“I’ll fucking tell you whatever I think you need to know.”

I swung around to see Hawk moving toward us. My eyes rounded with disbelief when I took in the blood running down his arm. “You’re hurt!” I said, as if he hadn’t already known it. The look on his face was intense.

Ignoring my concern, he took me by the upper arm and began to pull me behind him. I heard Snake’s snort as we disappeared around the corner.
What was going on?

“I need you,” Hawk growled in a tone that I hadn’t heard yet. His movements were fast and purposeful, and I had the feeling that wherever we ended up I would know in a very physical way what his words meant.

I could feel the volatile energy running through him from his hand on my arm which was causing a current of electricity to zap through my senses, making me aware. I could smell the blood seeping from his body, see the raging conflict on his taut expression, and almost taste his ferocity. Hawk was out of control. His steps were so wide spread that I had to practically run to keep up with him.

Strangely I wasn’t afraid of him. I was afraid of myself, afraid of my reaction to the beast-like wildness that controlled him. It was turning me on. I couldn’t help thinking about his hands and mouth moving over me, claiming me to orgasm, and then doing it all over again when his huge body laid over me to claim me with his cock. I’d never thought of myself as a woman who’d enjoy rough, raw sex. But Hawk’s brand of fucking was addictive, and had opened me up to a whole new realm of pleasure.

I wasn’t sure where we were going at first, and then we were climbing the stairs to his room. Hawk kicked the door open. I caught my breath, but that’s all I had time for before he pushed the door shut behind us and forced me up against it. Pleasant warmth spread over me when I felt his hot breath against my neck. I arched my neck, shivering when his teeth raked along the length. At the same time his large hands moved up the front of my body, taking hold of my breasts and squeezing them.

He was brutal.

The brief pain morphed into an explosion of intense pleasure.

“Hawk—!” I couldn’t control the quiver of need when his hands pinched my nipples. Volcanic heat traveled through my body as he ground his hard cock against my ass. I knew I was wet for him. It didn’t seem to take much. And I wanted him, wanted him to devour me, because it felt so fucking good.

I thrust back against him, letting him know without words that I was in to him, into what he was doing. He growled against me, and then he was tearing at my clothes, yanking my shorts down and then covering my naked butt with his hands, squeezing and rubbing it before slipping a finger to the front of me. A whimper escaped me when Hawk ran his finger teasingly over the seam of my pussy lips, before slipping inside to flick my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, closing my eyes.
Please!
I said to myself, praying that he would keep touching me.

I almost cried out in protest when he stepped back, but it was only long enough for him to undo his pants and free his cock. I barely had time to prepare myself before Hawk lifted me slightly, slamming me down on his huge shaft from behind. It was a good thing that I was wet, or it would have hurt. His cock was long, thick, and hot, but it slipped easily inside my lubricated body until he was buried balls deep. He groaned deeply, sinking his teeth into my flesh as he began to move his hips in a rhythm that said this was going to be hard and fast.

I was hugging the door. The only thing keeping me upright was the rutting beast behind me, who seemed to be chasing more than just his release. Each thrust of his body against mine tore a grunt out of me, every time his cock filled my pussy I thought I would lose control.  I was on the very pinnacle of coming, and then his finger was back on my clit and with one, two, three flicks I was coming undone around him.

I screamed out with release, my orgasm hitting me like a physical blow. It took complete and utter control of my body. I shook and jerked, my pussy clenched around Hawk’s pounding cock, bringing a series of animalistic groans up his throat. Still he kept pounding into me, fucking me through my orgasm and giving longevity to my body’s convulsions. I began to wonder if he’d ever find release when a final deep plunge ended it. His heavy breath licked fire on my neck as warm streams of cum filled my pussy.

After a few seconds Hawk’s body began to relax against mine, enough for me to sink to the floor if I’d wanted. I sucked in air, perspiration rolling down my face and neck. I felt a cool draft when he moved completely away from me. It was as if he couldn’t get away fast enough. Did he think that would erase what we’d just done? I slowly turned, resting my back against the door. Within seconds I heard the shower.

I pulled up my shorts, refusing to feel disappointed, ignoring the loneliness of wanting something that Hawk didn’t have in him to give. It wasn’t as if we were in a relationship. What we had was strictly sexual, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how I’d let something like this happen. I was letting Hawk get away with using me as a sexual outlet for his enjoyment only. Sure, he’d given me some intense orgasms, but he had a gift for getting me so worked up without touching me that a few little flicks of his tongue or fingers made me get off.

After that, nothing. It was as if he figured that was good enough. I knew he didn’t care, he’d already told me that. But I needed more. I wanted more. If I’d known of a way to hold off having an orgasm just so he’d be forced to work at it more I would have, but the man freaking got to me like no one else. He was so different from anyone else that I knew.

The shower turned off and I waited. Hawk came through the doorway, still dripping with a towel wrapped around his hips. Our eyes met and held. His shoulder was still bleeding. “Let me see if I can find something in the bathroom for your arm.”

“It’s good.”

I halted on my way to the bathroom to give him a glare. “Let. Me. Help. You,” I said in a clear, sharp tone.

Was his smirk supposed to be a smile? It warmed me more than it should have. I waited until he had lowered himself to the foot of the bed before continuing to the bathroom. Inside a medicine cabinet I found peroxide, cotton balls, gauze, and tape. I was surprised to see that Hawk hadn’t moved when I reentered the room. I knew he was watching me, I could feel his sharp gaze on me as I joined him on the edge of the bed.

I slowly glanced up to meet Hawk’s eyes. “I know you’re a big, bad-ass biker dude and everything, but this might hurt.” I didn’t wait for his response. Lowering my gaze, I poured some of the peroxide onto a cotton ball and proceeded to clean up his wound. My brows drew together when I took in the nasty gash. “Were you shot?”

“Yes.”

It looked deeper than I previously thought. “You might need stitches.” Blood kept pouring out of the wound.

“No stitches.”

Okay, then. I pressed my lips. He was a terrible patient. Hawk didn’t even flinch when I poured the peroxide directly into the gash. Once I cleaned up all the blood I quickly put a thick stack of gauze over the wound, then tore off strips of tape with my teeth and placed them over the edges of the gauze. I sat back and stared at it for a minute, expecting to see the gauze turn red with blood at any second. When it didn’t happen I let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

I’m not sure what came over me, but a moment later I leaned forward and kissed Hawk’s arm where his wound was located. “All better now?” He just grunted. “If it starts bleeding again and you’re too stubborn to go get stitches, then at least get some Super Glue. You might also want to try not using it for a few days, until it closes.”

“You mean like lifting you up against the door and fucking you?”

An instant rush of heat spread up into my cheeks as our gazes held. I glanced at Hawk’s mouth, hungry for a taste of him, wondering what he’d do if I just grabbed him by the cheeks and forced my lips over his. I almost smiled at the thought. When my gaze shot back up to his, and I saw the suspicion staring back at me, I wondered if he’d guessed what I was thinking.

“Maybe next time you’ll let me help a little,” I said smugly, his brows lifting with surprise. He wasn’t the only one who could deliver a comment that was meant to shock. “Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?”

Hawk shook his head. “Nope.”

What was I going to do? The man was so stubborn! Then a thought occurred to me, and I panicked. “It wasn’t about me, was it? Dane didn’t find me—”

“Had nothing to do about you, so don’t worry about it.” He stood up. “You gonna get a shower, do it now. I’m going to bed.” With that he dropped his towel, pulled back the covers, and got into bed.

I hesitated a minute before deciding that a shower was a good idea. Maybe by the time I came back Hawk would be asleep, but no such luck. The man was resting his head on his folded arms, watching a show on TV. He’d pulled the covers up just enough to cover his waist. The bulge between his thighs was still impressive, even soft. I drew my eyes away, suddenly self-conscious that I was only wearing a towel. I loathed putting on dirty clothes after showering.

The look of interest on Hawk’s face told me that he liked the way I looked. My long hair was dripping, clinging to me in places and keeping my exposed skin wet. My nipples hardened against the soft terry as his gaze narrowed on my breasts. My body reacted instantly, warming beneath his silent manipulation. I knew the sudden wetness between my thighs wasn’t just from the shower.

“Come here.”

My heart skipped a beat, my breath catching with need. I knew that look. Hawk wanted me again. I wished that I had the strength to deny him. Instead I found myself slowly walking toward him. I became aware of two things at the same time, the blood soaking through the gauze I’d placed over his wound, and the tent beneath the sheet revealing that he had a massive hard-on.

I halted when I reached him, and waited. He reached forward, slipping a hand between my knees. Then, ever so slowly, he trailed fire along my flesh where his hand smoothed up my thigh. I trembled when he reached the top, where the crease was, almost holding my breath. Another inch or two and he’d be touching my sex. Did he know how badly he made me want him? When his fingers reached for my pussy it was all I could do not to sink to the floor with a moan.

“You’re bleeding through the bandage,” I said weakly.

“I know,” he responded, exploring my labia. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“I just had a shower,” I explained. We both knew that he was talking about the slickness surrounding his finger. I moaned when he pinched my clit. “You need to get some Super Glue.”