Page 10 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Her response was to tilt that obstinate chin of hers. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was frightened, that she’d obviously realized she’d gone too far. But she wasn’t backing down to that fear. I didn’t give her time to react to what I was going to do, hell, I wasn’t even fucking sure of what I was going to do until I was doing it. In the space of a few meaningless seconds I had my hand on her fucking pussy and my finger deep inside.

Fucking hell, she was wet! The savage situation between us was turning her on. My finger glided into her juicy cunt like a fucking knife sliced through soft butter. Ignoring her gasp, I pressed up until she was forced to lift up on her toes. Our eyes remained locked as I added another finger. Her mouth parted, and she was forced to drop her hands to my chest for support as I worked my fingers deep inside her body. I could feel the wet heat of her clench around my fingers, the soft spongy walls of her cunt swelling around them and releasing more cream.

“You don’t put your fucking hands on me without retribution,” I grated down into her flushed face. “Next time you’ll be on your knees sucking me off.”

“Please—” The word drifted past her parted lips in a soft whisper. Her head was back against the wall, eyes half closed.

I glanced down at her flushed body, taking note of her swollen tits and rock-hard nipples, and then further down to where her pussy was, watching my fingers thrusting in and out of her tightness. Christ, I could almost feel her cunt squeezing my dick. If she hugged my cock as hard as she did my fingers, I would fucking split her in half. I felt my own breath grow heavy as her juices coated my fingers and ran down my hand.

“Please,” she said weakly. “No…more.”

No more? Then why was her body moving against my hand like she couldn’t get enough? Why was her breathing increasing? It was then that I thought about what I was doing. When was the fucking last time I’d given a woman an orgasm? When was the last time that it was my fingers, not hers, that were flicking her clit while she was sucking me off? I couldn’t remember when it had mattered to me. Yes, I could. It’d been right before Sonya’s betrayal.

And I’d watched my brothers end her.

That had been the day my life had changed, and I’d let the darkness consume me until it had created the fucking monster that I was today. I was the bastard who didn’t care, dead on the inside. You had to have a heart to feel, and she’d taken my heart to the grave with her. Fucking bitch. Seeing the light extinguish in her eyes had ruined me, because I could have stopped it and hadn’t even tried.

It suddenly occurred to me that Audra was climaxing. Small cries mingled with pants of passion as her cunt clenched around my fingers and pleasure exploded from within her. The heat and thickness flooding over my digits and the way her fucking body convulsed nearly brought me to my own release. When had I leaned my dick against her soft body? Like a fucking dog I had her thigh pinched between mine and I was humping to get off. Holy shit, it felt good.

Too fucking good.

I yanked my fingers from her soppy snatch before she even finished coming down from the high. Her moan of protest lingered as I stepped back and let her weakened body sink to the floor. Even in her aroused state she reached for the trailing end of the sheet and dragged it down across her. I’d seen her completely naked, had just given her a fucking orgasm, and she was suddenly embarrassed over her nudity? Maybe the reality of what had just happened embarrassed her more.

“Bastard,” she groaned hoarsely.

Yeah, that seemed more like it. “For giving you an orgasm or for pulling out?”

She pinned her glaring eyes on me. “Both.”

Wow, an honest woman. I fucking didn’t know what to do with that. “As long as we’re clear that you don’t go anywhere until I say you can. We stay here tonight—”

“What about those men, you said they’d be back.”

“The GPS only tracked them here, not to this room. They won’t bring attention to themselves by being too obvious. Like you, they don’t want anyone remembering them.”

“But they’ll still be here in the morning.”

She was worried. “They’ll be somewhere, waiting and watching. Probably in the vehicle they arrived in.”

“So how will we leave then?”

Jesus, she asked a lot of questions. “Let me worry about that.” I doubted they’d know that she’d arrived here on the back of my bike, unless they noticed us leaving from the station and put it together. “I suggest you get some sleep, and do not leave this room.”

“Or what, you’ll give me another orgasm?”

She’d said it with disgust, but I knew she felt differently. I decided to call her on it. “You fucking enjoyed getting off.”

My gaze drifted down to her mouth, wondering what her defiance would taste like beneath mine. Jesus, I couldn’t fucking remember the last time I’d thought about kissing a woman, or what her mouth would feel like under mine. That shit scared the shit out of me. Better to get the fuck out of there now and seek out one of the girls in the bar to suck me off.

I needed fucking relief.

At the last minute I decided on a fucking cold shower.

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