Phantom Riders MC - Hawk (8 page)

“Belong to you?” Her expression revealed that she thought I was crazy, the hands on her hips said she was eager for a fight. “One blowjob doesn’t give you the right—”

“Blowjob! You got lucky, Prez?” Clay snorted, drawing our attention.

A sharp sound of outrage escaped Audra. I crossed my arms and smirked down at her. Her embarrassment at forgetting that we weren’t alone was obvious. I could just imagine the green of her eyes shooting sparks of fire. It would have been better if she hadn’t reminded me of the mind-blowing orgasm she’d given me the other night, because now my cock was hard and wanted attention.

“You giving away blowjobs, pretty lady?” A cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, Keg shook out his bedroll.

“You wish!” Audra snapped, and then rolled her eyes. “God, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I’m involved with a bunch of horny, filthy-mouthed bikers!”

Keg and Clay both broke out in laughter, while I just stared down at her, visualizing her mouth wrapped around my dick. Just the thought made my dick jerk, the movement drawing her attention to the front of my pants. I didn’t even try to cover up my predicament. Why should I?

Her gaze flew back up to mine. “Horny, filthy—”

“Who saved your ass,” I sneered, cutting her off. “So I suggest you make the best of your situation until I figure out what the fuck I’m gonna do with you.”

“I know what we can do with her.”

“Shut it,” I barked at Clay.

“You don’t have to do anything with me but get me somewhere safe, where I can have some money wired so I can pay you and move on. Then we’ll
both
be happy.”

My gaze fell to the bounce of her sexy ass as she stomped off toward a single tree and disappeared behind it.

I thought about her words.

Shit wasn’t that easy.

Chapter 10

Audra

We finally arrived at their clubhouse early the next morning. I don’t know what I was expecting to see but it wasn’t the huge, two-story house with the giant marble pillars and arched windows that we arrived at. Even though it looked renovated I got the sense that it was an old building. We rode into a parking lot with lights and security cameras and a sign revealing that it was a restaurant. As we continued down to the opposite end of the house, it was clear from the sign above a different door that it was also a bar. The parking lot was empty as we continued around to the back.

There were several motorcycles backed-in against the building. As Hawk, Keg, and Clay parked near the single door and switched off their bikes, I could hear music coming from inside. A party at this time of the morning? My answer came when Hawk guided me inside and my eyes adjusted to the dim interior. No party, just a half dozen or so bikers shooting the breeze and playing pool in the corner where the table was located.

“Hey, prez is back!” someone shouted from across the room.

“Looks like he brought us a new sweetbutt,” someone else said.

“Hey sweetheart!” A third man sounded way too enthusiastic, and I felt myself strain back against the firm hand Hawk kept against my lower back.

They looked just as rough as Hawk. Long hair, beards or morning fuzz covering their jaws, their muscular tattooed arms revealed in the leather vests they were wearing. All sported various patches on them. Some had t-shirts beneath the leather, while others revealed chests and abs. Jeans that were stained, dirty and ripped encased the lower half of their bodies, and heavy black boots and various chains completed their ensembles. The closer we got to them the more their tired, red rimmed eyes became visible, and I wondered how much could be attributed to alcohol or drugs rather than lack of sleep.

I was conscious of every eye on me, looking me over from top to bottom, assessing my worth. They were going to be disappointed to learn that I wasn’t there for their enjoyment. Or maybe they wouldn’t, considering that I hardly looked attractive after three days in the same borrowed clothes, none of which showcased my true, curvy form to advantage.

“Anything to report here?”  Hawk questioned once we came to a stop. His gaze seemed to be zeroed in on one man in particular.

“Nope. Been quiet, man.” The man was completely bald, with sharp blue eyes. He had a tattoo of a black cross beneath his right eye. “How’d it go in Last Hope?”

“Bout what I’d expected. Covacks’ fighters are lethal as fuck.”

“But prez obliterated them!” Keg added with boyish enthusiasm.

So
that
explained the damage to his knuckles, the cuts and bruises on his rugged face. I’d been curious but not enough to ask.

“Is this pretty little thing a new toy for us, Prez?”

I followed the gravelly voice to the speaker, barely managing to catch my breath before realizing the affect his face had on me. His grin didn’t do anything to help the jagged scars crisscrossing his left cheek, as if someone had taken a broken piece of glass to his flesh. One cut in particular went down the length of his neck, which might have accounted for the way his voice sounded. He was scary, and I found myself thinking that I wouldn’t want to be caught alone with him somewhere.

“No, she’s business.”  Hawk’s tone was flat, revealing how insignificant I was. “We have things to discuss. Church in ten.” He glanced down at me for a minute. “Come with me.”

As if I had any choice. In that moment Hawk held all the cards. As I followed him through another door that led to some stairs, I couldn’t help but hope that wherever he was taking me had a shower. We walked up two sets of stairs, opened a door, and entered a hallway lined with other doors on either side. Hawk opened one and pulled me inside and that’s when I realized they probably all led to bedrooms.

“There’s a bathroom through that door, take a shower and wait here for me. When I get back you can call your friend.”

“So you’re going to let me go, then?” It irked me that I even had to ask.

“I didn’t say that.”

I frowned. “Well, you can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”

The tiniest movement at the corner of his sensuous mouth told me that he was holding back a smile. Why did he fight it so hard? It wasn’t like his face would crack and fall off if he smiled. Or was he just afraid to show that side of himself?

“Come to think of it, you never told me what the going rate is for rescuing women on the run.”

“We’ll talk when I get back.” He opened the door we’d just come through. “Right now I have church.”

Church? He didn’t strike me as the religious type and besides, who the hell went to church on a Thursday morning? I rushed to the door when the tell-tale click indicated that he’d locked it. Sure enough, when I turned the doorknob nothing happened.
Damn him!
In a fit of anger I kicked the door. He had no right to keep me there against my will. Where did he think I would go? Releasing a breath of frustration, I swung around and faced the room.

I wondered if this was Hawk’s room. It was clear that it belonged to someone, because it looked lived in. Someone manly, judging by the clothes that were strewn about and the extra pair of clunky boots that rested against the wall. Sparsely furnished, the room was dominated by a king-size bed, and a large TV against the wall at the foot of it. The dresser top was littered with various change, bullets, and packages of unopened condoms.

I scoffed at the condoms. From what little I knew about Hawk, I didn’t think he needed the condoms. Of course, just because he hadn’t fucked me didn’t mean that he didn’t like fucking. I was curious to see what kind of woman he found interesting enough to let loose on, and for more than just a blowjob. The man had serious issues with intimacy. It was as if he was afraid of exposing himself.

Recalling his earlier words about a shower, I pushed away from the door. I couldn’t wait to wash away the grime, from my body and shampoo my hair. I didn’t have a thing with me, and I refused to put back on the filthy clothes I was wearing. On a hunch, I went to the dresser and opened a drawer. A stack of tees met my eyes and I reached for one, not caring if he minded or not.

I stripped and entered the shower without hesitation, quickly adjusting the water to as hot as I could stand it. I scrubbed my body twice before tackling my long hair, pleasantly surprised to find conditioner in the shower. It smelled heavenly, and I sensed that there was no way it could be Hawk’s. It made my thick, red tresses feel like silk. I remained beneath the hot water an extra few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being clean once again.

The bathroom was good and steamed up by the time I turned off the water and stepped out of the glass enclosure. I grabbed the first towel that I saw and quickly dried off with it, also wringing it through my hair until my hair wasn’t dripping anymore.  I was just reaching for the tee I’d brought in with me when I heard someone out in the other room.
Crap!
With shaking fingers I quickly brought it over my head and smoothed it down my body.

The fogged-up mirror revealed that I’d grabbed a fairly thin, old t-shirt with the Phantom Riders logo on it. Instinctively I knew that it belonged to Hawk. It was massive on me, covering me all the way down to my knees. The soft material felt good against my skin, and I lifted the neck up and inhaled, surprised to find that it smelled like Hawk.

What? I already knew his smell? My mouth turned down in a frown of annoyance.

The bathroom door opened, and I found myself face to face with Hawk. His sharp gaze dropped down my body and moved back up again, so fast that if I’d have blinked I would have missed it. His cold expression didn’t give anything away, so it surprised me when he said, “That’s my favorite t-shirt.”

Of course.

I didn’t hesitate, because I knew how some people felt about their favorite things. “Would you like me to take it off?”

“No,” he said flatly, looking beyond me into the steamy bathroom.  He lifted his nose and breathed in. “You smell good.”

I had the feeling that he was trying to figure out why. I laughed softly, fingering the wet strands of my hair. “One of your girlfriends left a bottle of conditioner and I used some.”

His eyes met mine, before he leaned in and sniffed my hair. Then he pulled back. “I don’t have girlfriends.”

“I didn’t think so.” I moved to step around him when he grabbed my arm.

“Why do you say that?” he frowned.

I shrugged. “You don’t like intimacy or kissing and stuff. I just figured that since most girls
do
like that stuff, it’d be hard for you to find one who didn’t.”

“I never said that I didn’t like intimacy. I don’t do that kissing and foreplay shit—”

“Which is intimacy,” I pointed out. “You like getting your rocks off but it’s all about you. You don’t care what the woman wants because you’re a selfish—” I halted, aware of what I was about to say, forgetting for a second that he’d given me an intense orgasm, even if he hadn’t meant to at the time.

His steely eyes narrowed on me. “Say it,” he demanded between clenched teeth.

“No. You know what you are. What any man is who takes but doesn’t give in return.”  I tugged my arm free. “Do you have an extra toothbrush and hairbrush that I can borrow?” 

I was surprised when he stepped past me into the bathroom. He yanked open the medicine cabinet over the sink, grabbed something, and then handed it to me without speaking. It was a brand new toothbrush. My gaze moved past it to the tube of toothpaste at the back of the sink. “Thanks.” I quickly tore into the wrapper, coated it with paste, and began to brush my teeth. It was while I was standing back up after rinsing my mouth that I noticed Hawk was still behind me.

I froze, our gazes meeting in the mirror.
Holy smokes!
I didn’t need to glance down to know that he was naked. God, the man took my breath away, he was that magnificent. The strength in his upper body was obvious, even through the tattoos covering his flesh. Defined, hard muscles rippled down his torso before creating a sexy v-shape to the single muscle hanging between his legs. Was he hard? I couldn’t see it, but I remembered what his cock had felt like in my mouth.

I wanted to turn around and touch him all over. I’d had glimpses of his body before, but not like this, in the bright light of a bathroom. The sight of Hawk was visually stimulating, and before I knew it my body was responding. Smooth heat flushed through me in rippling waves until my body hummed with arousal. My nipples grew taut with awareness, recalling what his mouth felt like. I wanted to squeeze my legs together to stop the sudden ache building there.

The spell was broken when Hawk turned and stepped into the shower. I took a deep breath, cleaned my toothpaste, off the brush and left the bathroom.  I needed to distance myself from Hawk before I let him get to me again. It was one thing to be lusting after him, but something about the dark and brooding hulk tugged at my heart strings. The deep, haunting look in his eyes told me there was something buried there, something that had destroyed the man he used to be, leaving behind the shell he was today.

He was a soulless man.

I spied a hairbrush on the shelf above the sink and reached for it, then went and sat on the edge of the bed to work it through my hair. My thoughts went to Carol, my only friend. It was kind of sad if you thought about it, a twenty-five year old woman with only one friend she can trust. She was the one friend Dane hadn’t been able to run off and alienate, because Carol had gotten married and moved away shortly after Dane and I’d begun dating. He’d probably forgotten all about my childhood friend.

I hoped he’d forgotten about her anyway. She was my only way out of the mess that I was in now. I realized I was counting on a lot with Carol because of our past relationship, but when she’d left Vegas to begin her married life with Craig she’d made me promise to call her if I ever needed her. She knew that I’d return the favor if she needed me. But Carol had been lucky in choosing Craig. So far their marriage was rock solid.