Page 78 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 27

Audra

I slid off the back of Painter’s bike, a little nervous about what my reception was going to be. Painter hadn’t wanted to bring me to the clubhouse, but I’d given him an ultimatum that either he did or I’d walk. He’d cussed and stomped around, and I got a good distance away from Hawk’s house before he pulled up beside me, shaking his head.

“Either way Prez is gonna kill me for you being on the back of my bike,” he grumbled, offering me a hand to get on his bike.

I’d smiled then, but I wasn’t smiling now. I knew that Hawk was inside because his bike was parked in his usual spot. What I wasn’t expecting to see was the sight that greeted me when Painter opened the door and led me inside. I halted abruptly by the door, my gaze instantly landing on Hawk and Sid at the bar.

I came to a halt right inside the door.

They say jealousy is the color green, but I was seeing red. Hawk was on a bar stool and Sid was straddling him in her usual naked state. She was gyrating against his crotch, lifting her breast in front of his face and licking her nipple. I stopped breathing, my gaze frozen on them. I was vaguely aware that the noise had quieted down as heads turned my way, including Hawk’s. He didn’t show any surprise at seeing me, and I wondered if he’d been warned that I was coming. Painter could have easily made a call.

Sid’s smirk made me think of the Cheshire cat. She was clearly in her element and enjoying every second of it. Slut! Knowing what she was didn’t make it any easier to see her on Hawk’s lap. I knew that she and Hawk had a history, and I couldn’t believe that he’d gone back to her so soon. The thought of him fucking her made me physically sick and angry beyond belief.

I knew immediately that I’d made a mistake coming here.

“What the fuck you doing here?” Hawk barked. Sid laughed, rubbing her breasts against him.

“I, ah, I—” I couldn’t find my words as I tried to wrap my head around what I was seeing. An invisible knife was twisting in my heart.

“Didn’t I make myself clear the last time we talked?” he asked in a hard voice. “It’s over, babe. Get as far away from me as you can, you’ll be safer, and so will my club. My life isn’t for you.”

“I’m so glad you cleared that up for me, Hawk. You’re a real jerk, you know that?” Snickers followed my remark. “What makes you think I need help making decisions about my life?”

“You need to leave.” That he was furious was obvious.

“So you keep saying. Are you sure this time? Because you seem to have trouble making up your mind about whether you want me or not.” Oh, that pissed him off, because he knew it was true. I stood my ground, even though I was crumbling inside.

“Maybe we should show her you’ve moved on, huh, baby?” Sid suggested in a tone dripping with sugar. She put her long nail tipped fingers on his face and turned him toward her.

I wanted to scratch her eyes out. I watched, her intentions obvious as she puckered her red lips. If he kissed her it would be over, I knew there’d be no getting over that. I wasn’t aware that I was holding my breath until Hawk turned his head at the last minute and Sid’s mouth grazed his cheek. Thank God!

I wanted my lips to be the only lips he kissed.

I wanted to fucking cry but forced the urge down, biting my bottom lip until pain forced me to straighten my spine. I didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for me. There’d be plenty of time for that later, and right then I wouldn’t give either of them the satisfaction. Besides, I was too damned angry to cry. First he’d claimed me, and then he’d dumped me, giving me no say in either matter. I glanced around the bar at his men, their eyes were filled with a mixture of compassion, disgust, and humor.

Compassion because they understood.

Disgust because they didn’t agree with what Hawk was doing?

Humor because some of them liked a good show.

“Maybe I should show you that I can move on just as fast.” It sounded like a pitiful threat but I didn’t care. The way I figured it, I could do one of two things-run the other way, or give tit for tat. I decided that Hawk needed a taste of his own medicine. He was about to learn how it felt to be discarded, as if he was unimportant. “You know Hawk, you’re not the only one who can turn your emotions off like the flip of a switch.”

I watched his eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrow. He knew something was going to happen, but he didn’t know what.

I knew I looked hot. I’d dressed for him, borrowing a short, denim skirt and pheasant blouse from Carol that revealed my shoulders. My hair was piled up in a messy bun, big hoop earrings dangled in my ears. I’d put on just enough makeup to smooth away any remnants of my attack.

I sashayed myself over to Clay, where he sat at one of the tables. He was obviously in a poker game.

“Don’t do it,” Hawk growled in a threatening tone that only made me want to do it even more. He must have guessed what my intentions were. I didn’t let his gruff tone stop me. “I’m warning you, Audra.”

I paused by Clay’s chair, but turned my attention to Hawk. “Fuck you, Hawk,” I said, putting every ounce of feeling that I could into those three words. “You have nothing to say about what I do anymore. If I want to sit down on Clay’s lap and fuck him right here and now I will.” I didn’t know what I was saying. I would never have done something like that. I ran my fingers through Clay’s hair, watching his eyes widen as I sank down onto his lap. I knew that I was playing with fire, knew that I was tempting the beast to lose control, and I wanted him to lose control. I was on a quest now to see how far I could push him before he snapped.

“Hell no!” Hawk’s voice boomed. Sid let out a shriek when Hawk stood, dumping her off his lap.

I turned to look at Clay. He gave me a wink that told me he knew what I was about. “Careful you don’t get in too deep, little girl,” he said in a low, amused tone.

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