Page 9 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 5

Hawk

I was fucking pissed! I checked the rest of her sneakers over carefully before going to the bathroom and flushing the tracking device down the toilet. When I returned to the room I was surprised to see that Audra hadn’t moved. She was still standing there at the foot of the bed, clutching a sheet to the front of her fucking killer body.

That pissed me off, too. I’d already guessed that she had a nice ass, but the impact of seeing all of her luscious curves reminded me that I hadn’t fucked a woman lately. Not that I hadn’t had the chance, but I was a mean bastard, denying myself my own needs because I could. Besides that, I didn’t fuck women who wanted me. It kept life simple and fucking uncomplicated. Women who wanted you tended to confuse lust with emotions, unless they were whores, but lately whores hadn’t tempted me.

“Who are those men?” I wanted fucking answers.

“I don’t know their names only that they work for my ex.”

“Who is?” I watched her pretty mouth clamp shut. What was she afraid of? That I’d recognize his name? New Hampshire wasn’t that small. I gave her my best fucking scowl, which usually accomplished what I wanted it to. This woman was just as stubborn as I was, though. “What is his name?” I ground out, losing patience.

“Dane Winthrop,” she said with obvious reluctance.

His name meant nothing to me. “The fucker who’s after you?” She nodded. “He must want you fucking badly.” I could see her hesitate, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes. I scrutinized her carefully. “What are you not telling me?”

Her gaze flew up to mine, her eyes a little too round. I recognized fear when I saw it. Whatever she was hiding was fucking big, at least in her eyes. “Nothing.”

“I don’t fucking believe you. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me, or I’ll just turn you over to them. My club doesn’t need your kind of trouble.” We stared at each other and I knew that she wasn’t going to tell me.

Then she caught me off guard by hissing, “Look. I’m not your concern. Thank you for rescuing me back at the station but I’ll find my own way from here on out. That way you can stop worrying about your club, and go about your life doing whatever it is that you do. I’m sorry for any trouble that I’ve caused you.”

She dropped the sheet and I about lost it. My gaze couldn’t take in her luscious full curves fast enough. Her large milky tits with their dusty crowns were just begging for my mouth on them. The indentation of her waist before it flared out to hand-gripping hips made me want to mark her flesh there, and I would, too, because I liked my sex rough. Her snatch was trimmed, and showcased between two firm thighs that could clamp onto a man tightly and never let go. I bet her cunt did the same thing to a man’s dick.

Fucking hell, I didn’t need this distraction right now, and I didn’t need her lip, unless it was around my dick, and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Right now I had a situation to handle, it was too late for her to just walk away. My club came first, and I wanted to know what I’d gotten myself into because of a weak moment, and those big, fucking green eyes, that had trapped me into taking on extra baggage.

It occurred to me that she was walking toward me. I watched her tits jiggle slightly with every step. The sight turned my dick even harder than it already was. It was so hard that it fucking ached. For a second I wondered what she would do if I forced her to her knees and told her to suck me off. She was the one who’d gotten me hard in the first place, it seemed only fair.

She bent before me to pick up her clothes, and when she turned to go back toward the bed I caught sight of that fucking ass. The full round cheeks, the enticing crack down the middle, the crease where it met the top of her thighs. Son-of-a-bitch I was going to have that ass but it wasn’t going to be now, and it wasn’t going to be here. It was going to be on my terms, like always. I was just fucking mean enough to deny myself.

“Did I tell you it was okay to get dressed?” The gravelly tone of my voice betrayed the level at which she was affecting me. I was about a second from tossing her onto the bed and ramming my dick inside her pussy.

“You don’t own me, big boy.” She turned those damned green eyes on me, laughing softly. “Even if you do want me.” Her gaze dropped to where my dick was straining against the zipper of my jeans.

It was her soft, confident laugh and the knowing look in her eyes that got me. She thought she knew me and what I wanted? She had no fucking idea. I’d already warned her that I didn’t do any of that kissing and foreplay shit. Right now I wanted my dick sucked because if I didn’t get relief soon I wasn’t going to be worth a shit. It wasn’t often that I let a woman get to me, fuck never, but ever since I’d seen her fucking red hair I’d thought of nothing but having my hands buried in it while she was on her knees.

“What’s wrong?”

I didn’t like the challenge in her tone. She stood there holding her clothes in front of her, but I still caught glimpses of the creamy flesh of her hip and thigh, one leg, and the swells of her tits. I frowned. Was she fucking teasing me? Big mistake. I never turned down a challenge. I didn’t own her? She was wrong there, too. Until I had shit sorted out she wasn’t going anywhere.

It didn’t take me long to reach her, and even though her eyes grew round at my approach, she held her ground. She wasn’t used to backing down either, she was a fighter. Good. She might be running, but my gut told me that when cornered, she would fight. Would she fight me? Because I was going to break her fucking spirit if she didn’t.

I decided I wanted her against the wall, forcing her back with my sheer bulk. She gasped, whether from surprise or fear, I didn’t fucking care. “Let’s get one thing clear, woman, I do own you. Until I sort shit out you aren’t going anywhere.”

A nervous laugh escaped her. “You can’t keep me against my will,” she had the fucking guts to say.

“Watch me.” I grabbed the clothes she was shielding herself with and tossed them to the side, never taking my eyes off hers. She gasped again, and this time I watched her eyes dilate with emotion.

Fucking emotions.

Anger was the only emotion I was comfortable with.

And pain.

She slapped me, hard, but not hard enough for it to cause my head to turn. I glared down into her bright, slightly worried eyes, curling my hands into fists because she’d dared to hit me. She needed to learn that she didn’t put her hands on me without consequences. If she’d been a man I would have snapped her neck by now.

“Big mistake.”

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