Page 3 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 2

Hawk

I took the entrance ramp onto the interstate, merged into traffic, and picked up speed. Keg and Clay were right behind me. Home was just a few hours away, but we weren’t in any hurry and had already planned to spend a couple of nights out. We’d just spent two days fighting in Last Hope and deserved some down time. I thought about the woman behind me, undecided if I was going to take her with us all the way or not. I didn’t know what her agenda was, but I sure as hell was going to get some answers the next time we stopped.

Something had happened back at the gas station that had spooked her, but it was the soft appeal in her big, green eyes that sealed my decision to help her, that, and all her fucking red hair. I’d never been a fan of redheads, but when I’d pulled the length of that silky fire from where she’d had it tucked back my dick had jerked. I was a fan of long hair, especially when I was pounding into a woman from behind.

That wasn’t something I fucking wanted to think of right then, but it was hard not to. Fucking hell, her cunt was so snug against my backside that I could feel the swampy heat of it. The jeans that she was wearing were just tight enough to show the curve of her hips and ass, but her sweatshirt was baggy on her, hiding what she had from the waist up. Her large tit had been real enough, though.

Christ, she was still trembling. I could feel it in her arms and legs. She was running, and from something or someone that had frightened her enough to make her chance stealing my bike and then come with me. That in itself was fucking dangerous. She didn’t know me. I wasn’t just big, I was a mean bastard. I ran my club with an iron fist, and anyone who knew me would never lay a fucking finger on my bike. Not unless they wanted it broken. She’d done a lot more.

I realized her arms had loosened up too much and I turned my head so that she could hear me. “Unless you want to become road kill, tighten your fucking arms around me!”

She did so immediately. I glanced down to see her small hands link together at my waist. For someone who’d never been on a bike before she wasn’t doing too badly, leaning into the curves instead of away from them. I fucking hoped she was desperate enough to handle what was ahead of her, because until I knew for certain what her game was, or decided to turn her loose, I was keeping her close. The club had enemies, I had enemies, and it wouldn’t be the first fucking time a rival club planted a snitch in our midst.

A woman snitch at that.

There was one good thing-if she was trouble, it wouldn’t be coming from the Red Devils. With Wildman finally dead, along with a decent number of his men, what was left of his MC had disbursed. I’d been glad to help Wild Marauders and Dark Menace MC’s take the bastards down. Red Devils had been a thorn in all our sides for too damned long. Getting rid of the outlaw club had eliminated one of many obstacles, but there were always more. That was the way of club life.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned my head instinctively.

“I have to go.”

Yes, you do. “Hold it.” I clenched my teeth with irritation and turned back to the road.

Another tap on my shoulder before a desperate, “Please, mister.” I growled. She must have heard me. “Unless you don’t mind pee on your seat.”

Fuck it! I had a thought to just pull off to the side of the road and tell her to find a bush, but the sign announcing a rest stop ahead changed my mind. Clay and Keg could probably use a smoke, and I could use the break to check in with Rock. A couple of the crew had run into trouble doing a protection run, and I wanted to know who the unidentified pricks were affiliated with.

I gave the hand signal to Clay and Keg and veered to the right toward the rest stop. It was a small one, not much more than restrooms and a few vending machines. I pulled in and cut the engine, reaching for my cell. Keg and Clay pulled up on either side of me. I sensed their interest in my passenger, their eyes watching her like a hawk as she tried to dismount.

We’d been riding for two hours, and my guess was that she was numb from the waist down. She clutched my cut for support and got off with a slight moan. I watched her straighten up, and then arch her back. My gaze dropped briefly down her body before meeting her eyes.

“Five minutes.” I pulled up Rock’s number.

“She’s so cute, Prez! Can we keep her?”

I wasn’t in the mood for Clay’s playful tone and glared at him. “Shut the fuck up.” I put the phone up to my ear, my gaze following the woman as she walked to the restroom. From behind she could almost pass for a boy if it hadn’t been for the way her ass filled out those jeans. Nice and round, cock worthy. My observation surprised me because I didn’t usually admire the female form. Didn’t much care if she was fat, skinny, white, or black, as long as she had all the working parts to satisfy my dick.

I was a cold fuck when it came to women, having learned the hard way that they were only good for one thing. Any softness or good feelings about them had been burned away from my consciousness a long time ago, beginning with the woman who’d called herself my old lady. She was a woman I’d given everything to, and gladly, without question.

Her betrayal had left me cold and heartless when it came to a woman’s needs. I didn’t kiss them, I didn’t hold them, and I sure as fuck didn’t do all that foreplay shit before I fucked them. No time for that. When I wanted to get my dick wet I reached for the one closest to me and either she was up for it or she wasn’t. And if she was smart, she learned how I liked things real fast.

Rock didn’t answer, which probably meant that he was some place where he couldn’t talk without giving himself away. I crammed the phone back into my pocket and dismounted my bike. Clay and Keg were talking and smoking next to Keg’s hog. My gaze went toward the restroom. What was taking her so long? I decided to find out. The place was empty except for us, so I rounded the corner and entered the tiled room. I didn’t see her, but I could hear her.

“I’m good for now. The biker guys I’m with seem okay. No, I didn’t get any names,” I heard her say in a low tone, and it dawned on me that she was talking to someone on the phone. “No one can know, if Dane finds me—” Silence, and then, “He has the resources, and I’ve seen his henchmen, so I know they’re looking for me—look, as soon as I get somewhere I’ll call you back. I’ve got to go now.”

I crossed my arms and waited for her to open the stall door. When she did she saw me, jumped, screamed, and slipped her phone into a pocket. Our eyes met, hers were round and filled with guilt.

“The men’s room out of order?” she asked with a nervous smile.

“No.” I didn’t move from my spot against the wall. “Who the fuck was you talking to?”

“A friend.”

“Who’s Dane?” I’d heard the name before but couldn’t place it.

Her smile faded. “Not a friend.”

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