Page 64 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

“You’ve got a sweet cunt, baby. My dick is happy in there, and he’s going to be in there a lot from here on out.” His words turned me on, and I felt another orgasm winding its way through my body. His movements picked up momentum, filling the room with the sounds of grunts as our bodies slapped together. One of Hawk’s hands wrapped around my breast and he leaned down to put his mouth on me.

I whimpered as pleasure surged through me. The raspy feel of his tongue running over my flesh, his warm breath, the erotic abrasion of his whiskers, and the callused roughness of his hand as it shaped and pulled my nipple to his mouth. I didn’t think it was possible to implode with pleasure, but it was happening to me. He owned all of me, and I no longer had any control left. My body was his to do with what he wanted.

Without warning he brought my legs up and over his shoulders. Our pelvises were grinding against each other and I knew that I wasn’t going to last. Hawk bottomed out, his balls slapping against my butt with a sound that fed my arousal. My eyes rolled back in my head at the new position, because every time he entered my body his cock caressed my G-spot.

Hawk’s flesh was swelling inside me and I sensed that he was close. His breathing grew harsher, choppier, his grunts more guttural. His hands slid beneath my bottom as he pulled me up to him and held me tightly. I squeezed my internal muscles, rewarded by his rolling shudder. I felt the first warm stream of his release, his orgasm setting off my own. I cried out with pleasure, jerking wildly.

We convulsed against each other, hearts pounding like drums in our chests, hot breath bathing our damp faces. Eventually our releases came to an end, but not the quivering aftermath that always followed. I closed my eyes as a haze of serenity claimed me. Hawk’s body relaxed onto me, but he was careful not to let all his weight settle on my much smaller frame. I smiled. He wasn’t so big and scary now.

“What are you grinning at, woman?”

I hated the feel of his cock shrinking and slipping out of me, and with it some of his seed. “Nothing,” I lied.

He rolled to the side, bringing me with him so that I was half on top of him. “Nothing? People usually smile for a reason.”

I shrugged, running my palm over his massive chest, wondering how far Hawk would let me go. He wasn’t the cuddling, lovey-dovey type. Any minute I expected him to pull away, both mentally and physically, from me, but he didn’t. My gaze drifted up to his. He was so hard to read. Yet I could sense that there was something definitely different about this time.

“Don’t try to figure me out,” he warned in a light tone.

I thought about how it was best to respond. “Don’t you think it’s natural for a woman to wonder about the man who just fucked her?”

“I’ve fucked you before.”

“But not like this, Hawk. This time was different. This time you kissed me.”

“”Don’t read more into it than there is,” he said in a strong tone. “I can’t love you. I can’t love any woman.”

I frowned. He’d said can’t, not don’t. “Why, Hawk? What did she do to you?” I was convinced that it was a woman who’d ruined him.

I sensed a change in him almost immediately, and cursed myself for opening my big mouth. The last thing I’d wanted was for him to pull away from me. I had feelings for him, strong feelings. He’d become my savior, and it was only right that I try to help him, too. Part of me recognized that an alpha like Hawk would never go for that, but it didn’t change the way I felt.

“What was her name?”

“Sonya,” came his short response.

I was surprised that he’d even told me, and it gave me the incentive to ask, “What was she to you?” His whole body tensed, but I kept smoothing my palm over his chest in an effort to keep him calm. I wanted to show Hawk that he didn’t have anything to fear with me, that he could trust me.

He sighed heavily. “She was my old lady.” His old lady? Hawk released a heavy breath and laid his head back. “The club’s equivalent of being a wife,” he explained, as if reading my thoughts.

“But you weren’t married?”

“Not in the legal sense.” He ran a hand over his eyes. “Look, I have some pictures I need you to look at.”

And just like that the discussion was over. I was forced to move when Hawk rolled out of bed. I let myself admire his masculine backside as he walked to his dresser, marveling again at how solid and sexy he was. He was physically beautiful to look at. I couldn’t deny the pleasant warmth that flooded my core, or the itch in my palms to touch him. He picked up some snap shots and returned to the bed, holding them down at me.

“What am I looking for?” I asked, glancing at the picture at the top. It was a man getting ready to board a train. Tall, dark, and handsome came to mind. He also looked polished and wealthy.

“Let me know if you recognize anyone.”

The second and third pictures were very similar to the first, at least with respect to the men. They could have all been brothers. I frowned when it dawned on me that they all had something else in common, too, something that I didn’t want to admit, and that was that they all resembled the man that Dane had murdered.

“Look at them closely,” Hawk suggested.

I moved on to the fourth picture. The man was standing at a podium, talking. He was dressed immaculately in a gray suit with a dark coat, which was open. There must have been a breeze, because his jet black hair looked wind-blown. People surrounded him, and it was obvious that the men closest to him were bodyguards. My gaze shifted casually to his face.

I froze.

“Audra?”

Hawk was standing over me. I reluctantly met his quiet, searching eyes, handing him the picture. “This is the man I saw Dane murder.”

---