Phantom Riders MC - Hawk (3 page)

Maybe he was attracted to me after all.

I swung around, wondering if I would be able to remove my thong, which was silly when I thought about it, because my backside was completely naked to him right then. I pulled it down, catching Hawk’s hiss when I bent slightly to work it over my knees and down my legs. I tossed it over my shoulder in his direction. Completely nude, I reached for the top sheet on the bed before facing him again.

“Satisfied?” I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw that he still had my thong in his hands. There was no way a bug could be hidden in that tiny, see-through thing.

Hawk’s expression was savage. Something strong and basic had come over him. He reminded me of a bronze statue, solid and strong, powerfully intimidating. I was a prisoner, held captive by the intensity in his eyes. Slowly is hand moved toward his face, pausing right beneath his nose. His nostrils flared, and his eyes closed, as he crushed the bunched thong and took a deep breath.

Ohmygod
, I’d never seen anything so compelling, or erotic. Lust slammed through me, flushing heat over my whole body. I held my breath and watched his eyes open slowly, lazily, revealing the truth. He was aroused. No, scratch that. He was
ravenous
!

“Toss me your shoes.”

What? Was I reading him all wrong? Seeing something that I only wanted to see? But then, everything I’d learned during my short acquaintance with Hawk came back to the surface, reminding me that he ignored his emotions, and his body’s cravings. I didn’t think that he was afraid of letting go, he didn’t strike me as a weak man, but as someone who thrived on absolute, total control. That made him very frightening.

I grabbed my Valentino sneakers and tossed them to him. He caught them with one hand. He examined them thoroughly, frowning when he came to the pyramid studs decorating the side. One of them appeared to be loose and with little effort he was able to remove it. He held it up for me to see, but I had no idea what he wanted me to acknowledge.

“It’s decoration.”

He shook his head. “It’s GPS.”

Chapter 5

Hawk

I was fucking pissed! I checked the rest of her sneakers over carefully before going to the bathroom and flushing the tracking device down the toilet. When I returned to the room I was surprised to see that Audra hadn’t moved. She was still standing there at the foot of the bed, clutching a sheet to the front of her fucking killer body.

That pissed me off, too. I’d already guessed that she had a nice ass, but the impact of seeing all of her luscious curves reminded me that I hadn’t fucked a woman lately. Not that I hadn’t had the chance, but I was a mean bastard, denying myself my own needs because I could. Besides that, I didn’t fuck women who wanted me. It kept life simple and fucking uncomplicated. Women who wanted you tended to confuse lust with emotions, unless they were whores, but lately whores hadn’t tempted me.

“Who are those men?” I wanted fucking answers.

“I don’t know their names only that they work for my ex.”

“Who is?” I watched her pretty mouth clamp shut. What was she afraid of? That I’d recognize his name? New Hampshire wasn’t that small. I gave her my best fucking scowl, which usually accomplished what I wanted it to. This woman was just as stubborn as I was, though. “What is his name?” I ground out, losing patience.

“Dane Winthrop,” she said with obvious reluctance.

His name meant nothing to me. “The fucker who’s after you?” She nodded. “He must want you fucking badly.” I could see her hesitate, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes. I scrutinized her carefully. “What are you not telling me?”

Her gaze flew up to mine, her eyes a little too round. I recognized fear when I saw it. Whatever she was hiding was fucking big, at least in her eyes. “Nothing.”

“I don’t fucking believe you. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me, or I’ll just turn you over to them. My club doesn’t need your kind of trouble.” We stared at each other and I knew that she wasn’t going to tell me.

Then she caught me off guard by hissing, “Look. I’m not your concern. Thank you for rescuing me back at the station but I’ll find my own way from here on out. That way you can stop worrying about your club, and go about your life doing whatever it is that you do. I’m sorry for any trouble that I’ve caused you.”

She dropped the sheet and I about lost it. My gaze couldn’t take in her luscious full curves fast enough. Her large milky tits with their dusty crowns were just begging for my mouth on them. The indentation of her waist before it flared out to hand-gripping hips made me want to mark her flesh there, and I would, too, because I liked my sex rough. Her snatch was trimmed, and showcased between two firm thighs that could clamp onto a man tightly and never let go. I bet her cunt did the same thing to a man’s dick.

Fucking hell, I didn’t need this distraction right now, and I didn’t need her lip, unless it was around my dick, and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Right now I had a situation to handle, it was too late for her to just walk away. My club came first, and I wanted to know what I’d gotten myself into because of a weak moment, and those big, fucking green eyes, that had trapped me into taking on extra baggage.

It occurred to me that she was walking toward me. I watched her tits jiggle slightly with every step. The sight turned my dick even harder than it already was. It was so hard that it fucking ached. For a second I wondered what she would do if I forced her to her knees and told her to suck me off. She was the one who’d gotten me hard in the first place, it seemed only fair.

She bent before me to pick up her clothes, and when she turned to go back toward the bed I caught sight of that fucking ass. The full round cheeks, the enticing crack down the middle, the crease where it met the top of her thighs. Son-of-a-bitch I was going to have that ass but it wasn’t going to be now, and it wasn’t going to be here. It was going to be on my terms, like always. I was just fucking mean enough to deny myself.

“Did I tell you it was okay to get dressed?” The gravelly tone of my voice betrayed the level at which she was affecting me. I was about a second from tossing her onto the bed and ramming my dick inside her pussy.

“You don’t own me, big boy.” She turned those damned green eyes on me, laughing softly. “Even if you do want me.” Her gaze dropped to where my dick was straining against the zipper of my jeans.

It was her soft, confident laugh and the knowing look in her eyes that got me. She thought she knew me and what I wanted? She had no fucking idea. I’d already warned her that I didn’t do any of that kissing and foreplay shit. Right now I wanted my dick sucked because if I didn’t get relief soon I wasn’t going to be worth a shit. It wasn’t often that I let a woman get to me, fuck
never
, but ever since I’d seen her fucking red hair I’d thought of nothing but having my hands buried in it while she was on her knees.

“What’s wrong?”

I didn’t like the challenge in her tone. She stood there holding her clothes in front of her, but I still caught glimpses of the creamy flesh of her hip and thigh, one leg, and the swells of her tits. I frowned. Was she fucking teasing me? Big mistake. I never turned down a challenge. I didn’t own her? She was wrong there, too. Until I had shit sorted out she wasn’t going anywhere.

It didn’t take me long to reach her, and even though her eyes grew round at my approach, she held her ground. She wasn’t used to backing down either, she was a fighter. Good. She might be running, but my gut told me that when cornered, she would fight. Would she fight me? Because I was going to break her fucking spirit if she didn’t.

I decided I wanted her against the wall, forcing her back with my sheer bulk. She gasped, whether from surprise or fear, I didn’t fucking care. “Let’s get one thing clear, woman, I do own you. Until I sort shit out you aren’t going anywhere.”

A nervous laugh escaped her. “You can’t keep me against my will,” she had the fucking guts to say.

“Watch me.” I grabbed the clothes she was shielding herself with and tossed them to the side, never taking my eyes off hers. She gasped again, and this time I watched her eyes dilate with emotion.

Fucking emotions.

Anger was the only emotion I was comfortable with.

And pain.

She slapped me, hard, but not hard enough for it to cause my head to turn. I glared down into her bright, slightly worried eyes, curling my hands into fists because she’d dared to hit me. She needed to learn that she didn’t put her hands on me without consequences. If she’d been a man I would have snapped her neck by now.

“Big mistake.”

Her response was to tilt that obstinate chin of hers. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was frightened, that she’d obviously realized she’d gone too far. But she wasn’t backing down to that fear. I didn’t give her time to react to what I was going to do, hell, I wasn’t even fucking sure of what I was going to do until I was doing it. In the space of a few meaningless seconds I had my hand on her fucking pussy and my finger deep inside.

Fucking hell, she was wet! The savage situation between us was turning her on. My finger glided into her juicy cunt like a fucking knife sliced through soft butter. Ignoring her gasp, I pressed up until she was forced to lift up on her toes. Our eyes remained locked as I added another finger. Her mouth parted, and she was forced to drop her hands to my chest for support as I worked my fingers deep inside her body. I could feel the wet heat of her clench around my fingers, the soft spongy walls of her cunt swelling around them and releasing more cream.

“You don’t put your fucking hands on me without retribution,” I grated down into her flushed face. “Next time you’ll be on your knees sucking me off.”

“Please—” The word drifted past her parted lips in a soft whisper. Her head was back against the wall, eyes half closed.

I glanced down at her flushed body, taking note of her swollen tits and rock-hard nipples, and then further down to where her pussy was, watching my fingers thrusting in and out of her tightness. Christ, I could almost feel her cunt squeezing my dick. If she hugged my cock as hard as she did my fingers, I would fucking split her in half. I felt my own breath grow heavy as her juices coated my fingers and ran down my hand.

“Please,” she said weakly. “No…more.”

No more? Then why was her body moving against my hand like she couldn’t get enough? Why was her breathing increasing? It was then that I thought about what I was doing. When was the fucking last time I’d given a woman an orgasm? When was the last time that it was my fingers, not hers, that were flicking her clit while she was sucking me off? I couldn’t remember when it had mattered to me. Yes, I could. It’d been right before Sonya’s betrayal.

And I’d watched my brothers end her.

That had been the day my life had changed, and I’d let the darkness consume me until it had created the fucking monster that I was today. I was the bastard who didn’t care, dead on the inside. You had to have a heart to feel, and she’d taken my heart to the grave with her. Fucking bitch. Seeing the light extinguish in her eyes had ruined me, because I could have stopped it and hadn’t even tried.

It suddenly occurred to me that Audra was climaxing. Small cries mingled with pants of passion as her cunt clenched around my fingers and pleasure exploded from within her. The heat and thickness flooding over my digits and the way her fucking body convulsed nearly brought me to my own release. When had I leaned my dick against her soft body? Like a fucking dog I had her thigh pinched between mine and I was humping to get off. Holy shit, it felt good.

Too fucking good.

I yanked my fingers from her soppy snatch before she even finished coming down from the high. Her moan of protest lingered as I stepped back and let her weakened body sink to the floor. Even in her aroused state she reached for the trailing end of the sheet and dragged it down across her. I’d seen her completely naked, had just given her a fucking orgasm, and she was suddenly embarrassed over her nudity? Maybe the reality of what had just happened embarrassed her more.

“Bastard,” she groaned hoarsely.

Yeah, that seemed more like it. “For giving you an orgasm or for pulling out?”

She pinned her glaring eyes on me. “Both.”

Wow, an honest woman. I fucking didn’t know what to do with that. “As long as we’re clear that you don’t go anywhere until I say you can. We stay here tonight—”

“What about those men, you said they’d be back.”

“The GPS only tracked them here, not to this room. They won’t bring attention to themselves by being too obvious. Like you, they don’t want anyone remembering them.”

“But they’ll still be here in the morning.”

She was worried. “They’ll be somewhere, waiting and watching. Probably in the vehicle they arrived in.”

“So how will we leave then?”

Jesus, she asked a lot of questions. “Let me worry about that.” I doubted they’d know that she’d arrived here on the back of my bike, unless they noticed us leaving from the station and put it together. “I suggest you get some sleep, and do not leave this room.”

“Or what, you’ll give me another orgasm?”

She’d said it with disgust, but I knew she felt differently. I decided to call her on it. “You fucking enjoyed getting off.”

My gaze drifted down to her mouth, wondering what her defiance would taste like beneath mine. Jesus, I couldn’t fucking remember the last time I’d thought about kissing a woman, or what her mouth would feel like under mine. That shit scared the shit out of me. Better to get the fuck out of there now and seek out one of the girls in the bar to suck me off.

I needed fucking relief.

At the last minute I decided on a fucking cold shower.