Page 13 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 7

Hawk

I couldn’t ignore the arms wound around me, the small, linked hands just over where my dick was, the breasts squashed against my back and the heat of her pussy where it was flush against my backside. I couldn’t ignore anything about the woman clinging to me. If I wasn’t picturing her gorgeous body with its fucking curves, the red wildness of her hair, and the feel of her juicy cunt, I was remembering the fucking sweetness of her mouth on me.

That was the fucking icing on the cake. The feel of her taking the fat length of me to the back of her throat, sucking me off and swallowing every drop of my seed. That little thing she did with her finger at the end had me almost blowing her head off with the force of my climax. Fucking hell, it had felt intense. I wanted to feel that shit again, only the next time I wanted to be buried balls deep inside her pussy. As tiny as she was, she was bound to have one tight little cunt.

I hadn’t intended on making her give me a blow-job the night before, but hell, once her soft hand had started feeling over me it was the only thing on my mind. Just thinking of what her hand felt like on my dick was making me hard right now. And when she’d moved, I hadn’t given it much thought to directing her to where I wanted her. What had surprised the shit out of me was her fucking willingness. Maybe she’d thought giving me a blow-job would benefit her in some way.

She wouldn’t be the first woman.

Christ. I had to get my mind off the heat of her fucking pussy, but it was branding my backside. I’d have liked nothing better than to pull off the road, swing around on my seat, and fuck her good and hard. That kind of move would give her control that I wasn’t about to give up. Besides, I wasn’t about to let Keg and Clay see that a little fireball of a woman had made me so damned horny that I couldn’t wait to get my dick in her. They’d laugh their fool heads off.

My brothers all knew that what little heart I had was made of stone. They knew that I’d turned my emotions off a long time ago, and that anger was the only thing left. Ever since Sonya nothing mattered except the club. The scars on my back I kept to remind me not to trust any woman again. I used them before they could use me, something I’d learned the hard fucking way.

I didn’t want to think about Sonya, but even in death she clung on to that small control, invading my thoughts when I was stupid enough to let her in. How could I have been so fucking blind? I’d fallen hard for the bitch, giving her everything, only to find out too late that she’d been a compulsive liar, cheater, and had a sadistic nature kept well hidden behind beguiling blue eyes. She’d looked like an angel when I first saw her, and I’d fallen for her goddess looks and false sweetness.

Thinking back, I’d let my dick control my heart, and Sonya had made sure that I was good and addicted to her before slowly revealing her true self. By the time I’d listened to my brothers telling me that she was a sick psycho, it had been too late. In a way I’d fucking deserved how things had ended. The damage had opened my eyes to the evils of loving someone so blindly that she’d nearly destroyed the club before it had been too late.

As I took in the quiet countryside we were traveling through, I had to wonder what I was doing now, getting involved with Audra. Because of her we were using back roads to get home instead of the highway. It added hours to our trip. The two assholes we’d left back at Juicy Lucy’s wouldn’t cause her any more trouble, but my gut warned me that there would be more. Her ex sounded like a piece of work with fucking connections, which reminded me that I needed to call Fox, the club’s computer nerd.

I raised my arm, signaling that we were stopping, and then pulled over into the circular drive of an abandoned house. Keg and Clay pulled up next to me. “We’ll take fifteen.” They nodded and then pulled their bikes beneath the shade of a tree. I waited for Audra to get off.

“Bathroom?”

We both glanced at the house with its faded and peeling paint. The windows were broken out on the first floor, the front door was closed crookedly, and, in fact the whole fucking house was leaning slightly. It was attached to an even older-looking shed and garage that had never seen paint. I looked back at Audra.

She shrugged. “I’m willing to take the chance that I can pee before the house falls.”

She fucking smiled, causing the green of her amazing cat eyes to glitter like jewels. Sweet Jesus, something was happening to me on a level that I didn’t want to fucking think about, and at a speed that I couldn’t keep up with. I refused to get sucked in by the curve of her pretty lips, climbing off my bike in slow motion. She didn’t even back up when that put me in close proximity to her. I stared down at her for a minute.

Her smile grew, and that’s when it hit me, the confidence she was expressing. She thought that her little blow-job the night before had benefited her in some way, had won me over. Maybe she thought it had put me in a good mood. Sex was good for a lot of things. Women used it as a weapon, a way to manipulate men into doing what they wanted, a tool as old as man. Audra was in for a surprise, because I used sex too.

I glanced at my brothers long enough to see that they were resting against the tree, eating and drinking. “Come on.” I turned and headed for the house. I could hear the sound of dried leaves and twigs snapping beneath Audra’s feet as she followed me.

“You don’t like to talk much, do you,” she commented behind me.

I grunted, which made her laugh softly.

“Or smile, I noticed.”

I ignored her, reaching the front door to the house. Not even bothering with trying the doorknob, I kicked it in, the sound rattling through the whole house. Plaster and paint chips rained down around us as we walked through the threshold.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Audra asked just inside the doorway.

I turned to see her glancing up at the ceiling, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Safe long enough for you to take a pee,” I said.

Her gaze swung down to me, that sexy mouth turning up again at the corners. “Was that a joke? Are you teasing me?” she chuckled.

Ignoring her, I began walking through the house, careful of where I put my feet because I was heavy as fuck and the floors were wood. Instinct guided me to the kitchen area, and sure enough there was a tiny bathroom located off to the side.

“How did you know?”

“A lot of older homes have bathrooms off the kitchen area, don’t ask me why.” I began searching through cupboards for anything useful.

“Kind of gross,” Audra murmured, walking into the bathroom. I noticed her carefully checking the corners and behind the door, making a face when she lifted the seat to the toilet. “I want to thank you for saving my ass again back at that bar.”

“Yeah, your debt to me is racking up, woman.” I gave her a minute to digest what I’d said. I didn’t want her to think that making my dick happy was the payment she’d offered back at the service station. Of course, payback sex was always an option when there was nothing else. “I know you don’t have any money on you, so how are you planning on paying us?”

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