Page 4 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

I was getting tired of her abrupt, flippant responses that didn’t really say anything. Kicking away from the wall, I walked her backwards against the same stall door she’d just exited. She gasped, her eyes growing large as she looked up at me. When her back came up against the door she tried to shrink away from me but there was really nowhere for her to go. I towered over her and held her captive without actually touching her.

As long as she was with me she needed to know the fucking rules. “Let’s get some things clear, woman—”

“Audra.”

I frowned. “What?”

She smiled again. “My name is Audra.”

Audra? I’d never heard the name before. “I don’t give a fuck.” Her smile disappeared. “Look, when I ask you a question I expect an answer that actually tells me something. I don’t know what—”

“Who.”

Was she correcting me? Christ, she was beginning to really piss me off. “I don’t know who you’re running from, and I really don’t care, unless it’s going to come back on me and my brothers.” I didn’t know why we were even discussing it. I could just dump her ass and be done with it.

“It won’t. Dane doesn’t have the balls to confront real men, he has men on his payroll to do that. Dane only goes after people weaker than him.”

I frowned, because the way that she spoke indicated that there was something more between her and Dane, something deeper. “Is he your ex?”

She didn’t hesitate. “He is now.”

“He abuse you?”

“Yes.”

I stared at her for a moment. Abuse of women and children didn’t sit right with me, or with any of my brothers. There weren’t any signs of abuse on her pretty face, but I knew that didn’t mean anything. There were a lot of different ways to mistreat someone. She was covered from her neck down to her feet, and I wondered if her body gave evidence to anything.

As if reading my mind, she said, “Do you need proof?”

“Yes.” I knew I was a bastard, but I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust any woman for that matter, and her spirit belied the idea that she’d let any man abuse her. She was too fucking feisty and independent. Besides, I never turned down a challenge.

I could tell that my response had angered her when she put her hands against my chest and gave me a shove. I stepped back and crossed my arms, wondering what she was going to do. Without hesitation she unzipped her hoodie and took it off, hanging it over the stall door behind her. That left her in a sleeveless blouse that buttoned down the front and hugged her fairly large tits.

When her hands went up to undo the buttons, my fucking dick came to life. There was something hot about watching a woman unbuttoning her own blouse, watching her fingers move slowly down and over her tits until the material parted to expose her creamy flesh. My gaze followed her hands, waiting to see how much she was going to expose to me.

I didn’t see any strip of white between her tits to indicate that she was wearing a bra, and her nipples had turned hard, as if trying to break through the clinging material. Any other woman and time, and I’d have thought that she was trying to turn me on, but her actions were almost angry. Just when I thought she was about to fucking treat me to the sight of her tits, she spun around and removed her shirt, draping it over her hoodie.

Fire licked at her skin down to her waist until she lifted her hair up to show me her backside.

I had time to take in the colorful bruises before she turned back around. I checked out the fucking bruises marring her creamy skin before raising my gaze to hers. Defiance lit the green of her eyes as she glared back at me. Shit! My dick was in full-blown fuck mode now, and seeing her naked tits and those diamond hard nipples was enough to make me want to bend her over the sink and fuck her hard.

What the fuck?

“Satisfied?” she asked smugly, holding my gaze. “If not, I can take off my pants.”

She had no idea the trouble she was inviting. “Get dressed.” I turned and exited the restroom.

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