Page 47 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Yeah, it fucking was. The release had taken care of more than one problem for me. I didn’t think Audra would understand the need, the overwhelming urge to fuck that men like my brothers and I possessed. Sex soothed the pounding, rage-filled adrenaline that rushed through our bodies so that we could act halfway human. It was the outlaw life we chose, driving us to live every day as if it were our last, taking what we wanted in the moment.

I gripped the back of her hair and pulled her head up, glaring into her smoky eyes. She was flushed a pretty color, her rapid breathing still rushing through her parted lips. When I saw her gaze go to my mouth I clenched my jaw. I knew what Audra wanted. Fuck, if I were honest with myself, I wanted it, too. But I couldn’t bring myself to cross that line.

“We need to go.”

She nodded slowly, a sad little smile covering her mouth as she carefully moved off of me. “Just let me clean up and dress.” She turned and disappeared into the bathroom.

Fuck!

I sat up, realizing that I’d never taken my jeans off. Cum coated my limp dick and the hair surrounding it. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the unmistakable smell of sex. I left the bed and walked to the dresser, lifting my shirt. The belt Audra had wrapped around me seemed to be holding up. There was no sign of blood. I was doing up my zipper when she emerged from the bathroom. She went directly to a stack of clothes I hadn’t noticed before.

“How did you find me, Hawk?”

She was pulling up her cut offs.

“It wasn’t hard. The clerk at the grocery store.”

“Oh.” She slipped her shirt over her head.

She wore no under things, just a pair of shorts that revealed more than they probably should have, and a thin tee. The thought crossed my mind that we should pick up some clothes for her while we were in town. “Just so you know the people here feel like they owe us. We’re on friendly terms and help the community.”

“In case I try to run again?” Audra asked with a smile.

I shrugged. “Save you the trouble. Besides, you’re safer if you stay with us.”

“Do I have your word that you won’t turn me over to Dane or any of his men?”

Her comment pissed me off. “Look, I told you, as soon as we sort out shit at what’s going on, we’ll let you go.”

Audra’s light laughter caught me off guard. “You mean once you find out that I’m not a threat to your club. I’m not stupid, Hawk.”

“No, you’re just sexy as fuck and I want to keep you around a little longer.” I dug into my pocket for some money, peeled off a couple of hundreds, and put them on the dresser top. “That should cover the ruined sheets and robe. You ready?”

She nodded. “It doesn’t take me long.”

“Come on. We’ll stop and pick you up a few things before we head back.” I opened the bedroom door and entered the kitchen, my brows shooting up when I saw Miss Minnie sitting at the small table with her arms crossed and looking like a mad mother hen.

“Well, now. Bout time you two came out,” she said, getting to her feet. She glanced past me at Audra. “Is he the trouble you’re running from? Because if he is, I’ll tell you right now, Jed Bodine,” Her gaze snapped back to me, “You’re not taking her with you.”

I winced at the sound of my real name. There weren’t many who had the guts, but I’d known Miss Minnie since I was a kid, had grown up two houses down from hers until I joined the club and moved out to the club house. Christ, the woman had babysat me on more than one occasion.

“Relax, Miss Minnie, Audra wants to come with me.” Audra moved up next to me. “Don’t ya, baby.”

Miss Minnie’s doubtful eyes focused back on Audra. I knew the old bird would remain stubborn until she was convinced that I wasn’t stealing Audra for my own devious means.

“It’s okay, Miss Minnie,” Audra finally spoke up, amusement clearly in her tone. “Jed isn’t the one I was running from.” My gaze swung to hers when she said my name. Her smile grew. “He’s actually my savior.”

Among other things.

Miss Minnie raised a brow, obviously not sure if she wanted to believe what she was hearing. After going back and forth between me and Audra, and ultimately coming to a conclusion, a smile finally broke out on her mouth. “Well, okay then. I guess you’re off the hook. Sit down and I’ll fix you some breakfast.” She turned, opened a cupboard next to the stove, and pulled out a fry pan.

“No thank you.” I grabbed Audra’s hand.

“Maybe next time?” Audra suggested as I pulled her past the old lady.

“Well—” I saw surprise register on her face out of the corner of my eye. “Are you sure?”

“Thank you for your kindness, Aunt Minnie,” Audra said as we rushed from the house. “It was nice meeting you.”

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