Page 36 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

“It’s good.”

I halted on my way to the bathroom to give him a glare. “Let. Me. Help. You,” I said in a clear, sharp tone.

Was his smirk supposed to be a smile? It warmed me more than it should have. I waited until he had lowered himself to the foot of the bed before continuing to the bathroom. Inside a medicine cabinet I found peroxide, cotton balls, gauze, and tape. I was surprised to see that Hawk hadn’t moved when I reentered the room. I knew he was watching me, I could feel his sharp gaze on me as I joined him on the edge of the bed.

I slowly glanced up to meet Hawk’s eyes. “I know you’re a big, bad-ass biker dude and everything, but this might hurt.” I didn’t wait for his response. Lowering my gaze, I poured some of the peroxide onto a cotton ball and proceeded to clean up his wound. My brows drew together when I took in the nasty gash. “Were you shot?”

“Yes.”

It looked deeper than I previously thought. “You might need stitches.” Blood kept pouring out of the wound.

“No stitches.”

Okay, then. I pressed my lips. He was a terrible patient. Hawk didn’t even flinch when I poured the peroxide directly into the gash. Once I cleaned up all the blood I quickly put a thick stack of gauze over the wound, then tore off strips of tape with my teeth and placed them over the edges of the gauze. I sat back and stared at it for a minute, expecting to see the gauze turn red with blood at any second. When it didn’t happen I let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

I’m not sure what came over me, but a moment later I leaned forward and kissed Hawk’s arm where his wound was located. “All better now?” He just grunted. “If it starts bleeding again and you’re too stubborn to go get stitches, then at least get some Super Glue. You might also want to try not using it for a few days, until it closes.”

“You mean like lifting you up against the door and fucking you?”

An instant rush of heat spread up into my cheeks as our gazes held. I glanced at Hawk’s mouth, hungry for a taste of him, wondering what he’d do if I just grabbed him by the cheeks and forced my lips over his. I almost smiled at the thought. When my gaze shot back up to his, and I saw the suspicion staring back at me, I wondered if he’d guessed what I was thinking.

“Maybe next time you’ll let me help a little,” I said smugly, his brows lifting with surprise. He wasn’t the only one who could deliver a comment that was meant to shock. “Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?”

Hawk shook his head. “Nope.”

What was I going to do? The man was so stubborn! Then a thought occurred to me, and I panicked. “It wasn’t about me, was it? Dane didn’t find me—”

“Had nothing to do about you, so don’t worry about it.” He stood up. “You gonna get a shower, do it now. I’m going to bed.” With that he dropped his towel, pulled back the covers, and got into bed.

I hesitated a minute before deciding that a shower was a good idea. Maybe by the time I came back Hawk would be asleep, but no such luck. The man was resting his head on his folded arms, watching a show on TV. He’d pulled the covers up just enough to cover his waist. The bulge between his thighs was still impressive, even soft. I drew my eyes away, suddenly self-conscious that I was only wearing a towel. I loathed putting on dirty clothes after showering.

The look of interest on Hawk’s face told me that he liked the way I looked. My long hair was dripping, clinging to me in places and keeping my exposed skin wet. My nipples hardened against the soft terry as his gaze narrowed on my breasts. My body reacted instantly, warming beneath his silent manipulation. I knew the sudden wetness between my thighs wasn’t just from the shower.

“Come here.”

My heart skipped a beat, my breath catching with need. I knew that look. Hawk wanted me again. I wished that I had the strength to deny him. Instead I found myself slowly walking toward him. I became aware of two things at the same time, the blood soaking through the gauze I’d placed over his wound, and the tent beneath the sheet revealing that he had a massive hard-on.

I halted when I reached him, and waited. He reached forward, slipping a hand between my knees. Then, ever so slowly, he trailed fire along my flesh where his hand smoothed up my thigh. I trembled when he reached the top, where the crease was, almost holding my breath. Another inch or two and he’d be touching my sex. Did he know how badly he made me want him? When his fingers reached for my pussy it was all I could do not to sink to the floor with a moan.

“You’re bleeding through the bandage,” I said weakly.

“I know,” he responded, exploring my labia. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“I just had a shower,” I explained. We both knew that he was talking about the slickness surrounding his finger. I moaned when he pinched my clit. “You need to get some Super Glue.”

“Later.” Slowly Hawk embedded his finger inside me. I closed my eyes and swayed. Too soon I began to move my hips, thrusting against his finger. He growled, and without warning he withdrew, and that same finger went to the top of my towel where it was tucked between my breasts. He gave me a tug, pulling me closer.

My eyes flew open. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll bleed to death?” I was smiling, I couldn’t help it. Hawk pulled me down until I was forced to straddle his waist.

“I want you naked.” He ignored my question. Another tug and the towel parted and dropped, settling at the top of my thighs. His smoldering gaze dropped as his hands came up to cup my breasts. “You have nice tits.”

I knew they weren’t small and perky. They were full and heavy, with big nipples. I moved the sheet back, reaching behind me for his cock. As I wrapped my hand around him he groaned, thrusting his hips upward. I moved up and down the length, feeling the pre-cum in the slit at the top. I scooped it out with the tip of my finger and brought it to my mouth.

A look of raw, savage lust moved over Hawk’s features as he watched me suck his cum off my finger. “Let me at that cunt.” He moved so fast that I didn’t have time to question it. One second his hands were on my waist, and the next he was settling me on his face. I gasped out sharply, shocked at his move. My thighs were on either side of his head and my pussy directly over his open mouth.

A loud sigh of pleasure escaped me when his tongue began to lap at my pussy with hungry strokes. He spent ample time licking up my cream and manipulating my throbbing clit. When I began to move my hips the hands at my waist clenched, holding me tightly against his mouth. I threw back my head and moaned loudly when he started to use his tongue like a cock. He was merciless, going in deep.

Maybe I couldn’t lift my hips, but I could roll them back and forth. The slightest movement gave me what I needed, his mouth rubbing against my sensitive clit. While his tongue teased me until I thought I couldn’t take any more, I was able to get the friction I needed, where I needed it most. I was going to climax any second, I could feel it, just out of reach. Hawk’s rough hands tweaking my nipples pushed me over the edge.

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