Page 48 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Aunt Minnie’s, “Likewise, dear,” faded away as we closed the door and rushed down the steps.

I mounted my bike and waited for Audra to climb on behind me. Once her arms were wrapped around my waist I revved the engine, peeled out of the driveway, and headed toward the second-hand store down the street. I knew they had clothes because some of the club girls bought their stuff from there, boasting that some of the items had never been worn. Five minutes later I was pulling up in front of ‘Yesterday’s Goods’ and kicking down the kickstand.

“Come on, babe. Let’s find you some clothes.”

“I don’t have money—”

I shot her a shut the fuck up look and pushed her in ahead of me with a hand at her back. I’d been in the store a couple of times, but not for clothes. Being over six and a half feet tall limited my options when it came to clothes shopping. A quick scan showed me several racks at the back of the store, next to a door with a sign on it that said “changing room”. I directed Audra there.

“Hawk! Baby!” Before I had a chance to turn around I felt arms come around me from behind. “I thought that was your big sexy ass! It’s me, Dizzy.”

I reached down, peeled her hands apart, turned, and crossed my arms. Most people would have taken that to mean you “leave me the fuck alone”. The face was only slightly familiar to me, her name sure as hell wasn’t. If I’d fucked around with her she hadn’t made an impression. My expression must have revealed that I couldn’t place her because her bottom lip came out in a pout that I’m sure she thought was sexy. The chick even bat her long, fake eyelashes.

“You don’t remember me?” She put her hand on my arm. “Two Saturday nights ago at the club, during open house?”

Open house only occurred four times a year, once a quarter. It was when we opened our clubhouse in the back to a few select girls to party with us. A lot of fucked-up shit happened during open house. Booze, weed, and free pussy were in abundance. I raised my brows. “Sorry.”

Her gaze ran over me, as if sizing me up. “Maybe you need a refresher, baby. And this time fuck me while facing me.” She laughed, and I knew that she was lying. She might have given me a blowjob, but I hadn’t fucked her. She’d probably been too drunk, high, or both, to remember.

“Must have been another brother,” I said with finality. Audra was the first woman I’d fucked in a long time. I glanced at her where she was thumbing through clothes and pretending that she couldn’t hear us talking. She already had a couple of things draped over her arm.

Dizzy noticed where I was looking, and like most bitches, wanting to keep a man’s attention, she did what she had to get it back. She purposely stepped between me and Audra, breaking my direct line of contact to look down at her.

“Oh, that’s right. Now I remember,” she gushed, realizing she’d been caught. “I only sucked you off.”

I lost patience. “Are you stupid?”

She blinked several times, her expression confused. “Excuse me?”

“Are you stupid? Because you can clearly see that I’m here with someone. The kind of shit coming out of your fucking mouth is the trouble making kind.”

Her jaw dropped and her face turned red. “I— I thought she was just one of the club girls.” She stepped back. “I didn’t know you had an old lady, Hawk.” I didn’t bother correcting her. “I’m sorry!”

“You got anything else stupid you want to say?” She shook her head. “Then get the fuck away from me.”

I heard Audra’s snicker as Dizzy dashed off. “You’re so mean, Hawk. Especially to someone who sucked you off.” She pulled a pair of jeans off a hanger and added them to the clothes hanging over her arm, turning to me with humor dancing in her eyes. “Was she good?”

I ignored her question. “You gonna try those on?”

“They’re my size. No underwear, though. I draw the line at wearing someone’s hand-me-downs.”

“You don’t need underwear.” Something caught my eye, something that wasn’t t-shirt or jean material. I reached for it. The silky fabric slid easily from Audra’s pile. It was a little black dress made out of the same slinky shit the club girls wore. It looked small but I knew spandex stretched, outlining a woman’s every curve. “Planning on going to a party?”

Audra shrugged. “You never know. I might get tired of jeans and t-shirts.”

“I think you should try it on first.” I wanted to be the first one to see her in it. She opened her mouth to protest, I could tell, and then closed it again, after thinking better of it.

She threw the stack in her arms toward me and ripped the dress out of my hands. “Fine.”

I watched her ass swing back and forth as she made her way to the changing room. After a few minutes I heard, “Maybe I better forego the dress.”

“Let me see it.”

“Um, I don’t think so.”

“Audra—”

“Jed—” she mimicked, pissing me off for using my real name.

With an irritated sigh I took the doorknob in my hands. It was locked, but it was cheap and a sharp twist later I was opening the door. My gaze took in the woman before me, the sexiest fucking thing I’d seen in a long time. The dress looked like it was poured over her curves, outlining every mouth-watering morsel, so fucking tight that it outlined her flat nipples and the indentation of her belly button, and short enough to promise a peak of pussy and ass if she moved the wrong way. I liked the rounded neckline, which was low enough to show off plenty of cleavage and tits. With her wild red hair and bright green eyes she looked like a fucking goddess.

My dick instantly got hard. “Get it,” I ordered. “I’ll meet you at the register.”

I was going to fuck her raw in that dress the first chance I got.

Ten minutes later we were on my bike and on our way back to the club.

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