Page 14 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

“What about that lesson I taught you about picking up pint sized red heads?” The door opened and she stood there zipping up her jeans.

“That was last night, before I saved your ass a second time, and if you think that wrapping your sweet little mouth around my dick was payment, it wasn’t."

Her jaw dropped, and I could see right away that she didn’t like what I’d said. When her face turned red and her hands clenched into fists at her side I knew that she was going to fucking lose it. Part of me couldn’t wait. I liked a good fight. I liked a challenge. And it would give me a damned good reason to put my hands on her again.

“You—You! You’re an ass!” she screeched. “I’m not a whore, and I would never do a sex act as payment for anything, especially to a cold, unfeeling, unappreciative prick like you!” She took a step forward. “I don’t know why I did what I did last night, but I’m sorry that I did it! You don’t deserve to feel good!”

I thought she was going to throw herself at me, she was fucking angry enough, only she made to stomp right past me. I should have let her go, I don’t know why I didn’t. Yes I did. Fucking hell, I wanted to take her soft mouth and grind it beneath mine. I wanted to taste her anger and passion, her blood, as I showed her what a cold, unfeeling prick I could be. The fact that I wanted to kiss her scared the fucking shit out of me.

I reached out and grabbed her arm, nearly yanking her off her feet when I snatched her back toward me. She gasped and brought her other hand around to hit me. I let her, let her pound out her frustration against my chest.

“You’re right,” I snarled down at her, throwing my head back so that her fist couldn’t reach my face. “I don’t deserve to feel good, but I’m a ruthless bastard and I’ll take it where I can. It means nothing to me if the woman I’m with gets the same pleasure I get.”

“Well, I have news for you, asshole.” She twisted and turned in an effort to break my hold. “When your fingers were inside me, I did feel good! So if that disappoints you, it’s just too damn bad!”

I almost laughed at her ridiculous comment. Her nails caught me on the side of the face and continued down my neck. It felt like a tiny knife slicing into my flesh, the slight pain morphing into fucking pleasure and shooting straight down to my dick. Before I could stop myself I forced Audra back against the nearest wall, pinning her arms above her head, panting with my efforts not to give in and punish her mouth with mine. Leaning my full weight against her felt fucking good, but not good enough.

I wanted her naked.

I wanted inside her.

Fucking hell, what was she doing to me? My eyes locked onto her soft, parted lips, watching as her tongue came out to lick over them. My dick jerked, and I ground it against her, watching her eyes grow dark and the pupils dilate. She thrust the lower half of her body against me and I didn’t care if it was in an effort to get me off her or it was her response to my throbbing dick. She whimpered, a tremor running through her.

“Okay, you’ve proved that you’re stronger than me.”

Her cool remark didn’t fool me. She was turned-on. Everything about her screamed fuck me. I leaned in, breathing in her scent. Another whimper escaped from her parted lips. I could tell that she was waiting for my kiss, was probably anticipating it. I got close, so fucking close, and just before I settled my mouth on hers, I turned abruptly and went for the exposed vulnerability of her neck. I lost control, sinking my teeth into her.

Her scream echoed through the house as I put my mark on her. I continued to grind my dick into her belly, growling like an animal. Jesus, I needed inside her! I swept my tongue up her neck to just behind her ear and then tugged on her earlobe. Her scent, the softness and warmth of her skin, fuck when was the last time that I’d noticed those things? When had I taken the time to notice?

I took both of her wrists in one hand and dropped my free hand down her body. Not content to simply touch her outside of her fucking clothes, I snaked beneath the hem of her shirt and hoodie to her bare flesh. Her skin felt like smooth satin. My fingers curled around her waist before gliding upward toward her breasts, and then her tit was filling my palm.

I squeezed the melon-sized globe, dragging a low moan from Audra when I pinched her nipple. The damned thing was hard as a fucking rock, and enlarged. As she ached against me, I lifted her clothes and took her tit into my mouth, nipping, sucking, and licking it until she was moving wildly against me. Letting her hands go so that I could touch her other tit, she buried her fingers in my hair with a cry.

She had nice tits, large, smooth, and firm. I could play with them all fucking day. The thought of sticking my dick between them and fucking them until I came all over her was tempting. I wanted to see my seed on her, to rub it deep into her flesh so that my scent marked her as mine. Even as I thought it I cursed it as a weakness.

“Kiss me, Hawk,” she pleaded, tearing through my thoughts like a fucking Mack truck, and just as lethal as one.

I jerked away from her, panting like I’d just run a marathon. Our eyes clung, and I was certain that the smoky hunger in hers matched what she saw in mine. She wore lust well, and for the first time I realized how truly beautiful she was. A man could get lost in her. I could, and that knowledge fucking brought me to my knees. I slammed my hands against the wall on either side of her head and crowded against her, this time in the ever present anger that was always there beneath the surface.

“I don’t fucking do kissing,” I snarled down into her flushed face. “Your mouth is only good for one thing.” I steeled myself against the sudden hurt that I saw swimming in her eyes. “Remember that.” With that I pushed away from the wall and turned my back on her.

I couldn’t let her get to me.

I fucking couldn’t.

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