by Chiah Wilder
All of the officers had a permanent room on the third floor. As Hawk sauntered down the hallway, head down, he bumped into Jax leaving his room. Running his hand through his mussed-up hair, Jax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“Waking up from your beauty sleep?” Hawk poked Jax in the ribs.
“Wild night. We had a group of new bitches who came to party, and shit, they could party.” Jax smiled.
“Heard one of them pulled a train. Been a while since that’s been done.”
“Yup. It was wild. Where the hell were you? You’ve been missing a lot of good parties, brother.”
“I got these badges on my ass, so I’m trying to fix it.”
“Don’t you have a lawyer who’s supposed to do that?”
“Yeah, and she is. I just need to be around her, you know, to make sure all is cool.”
“You’re aiming for her pussy. We all know that. You tired of the common sluts? You want a high-class one?” Laughing, Jax patted Hawk on the shoulder.
A dark warning spread over his features. “She’s helping me stay outta prison, that’s all.”
“Lighten up. Hell, if you weren’t so puppy-love-shit over her, I’d get me some of her pussy.”
Hawk’s eyes glinted like shards of glass. Throwing his hands up in the air, Jax said, “Just messin’ with you. No offense.” He ambled down the hall.
Hawk froze, trying to regulate his breathing and rid his mind of the image of tackling and punching the shit out of Jax. Thinking of anyone but him having Cara’s pussy made his blood boil, and just under the surface of his skin, a question poked at him: did someone have his cock in her? Not knowing if she was fucking some other guy drove him crazy, and he strained to dismiss the images of another man stroking Cara’s soft skin, her silky hair, and her full lips.
Dammit! Hawk placed his fingers against his aching temples, hoping Cara would fade from his mind. Shit. Imagining her creamy-white skin, the way she smelled, and her soft lips on his made his cock strain against his jeans. Fuck, she’s hot. He needed to get some soon.
“What’re you doin’, Hawk?” a sultry voice asked.
Turning around, he recognized the blonde who’d had her pussy in Banger’s face. She wore shorts which showed her firm ass cheeks, and a low-cut tank top that exposed her ample breasts. Her blonde hair looked like it needed a dye job soon, but that didn’t bother Hawk. Sliding up to him, she touched his arm. She licked her full lips and put a finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly, brown eyes sparkling.
“Looking for some fun? I’d love to show you a good time.”
Hawk felt the pressure in his crotch. He’d had a hard-on ever since he remembered Cara’s soft body against his. She should be here with me, not this slut with the bad hair.
Needles of anger pricked at his skin as recollections of Cara’s haughty attitude and stubbornness invaded his mind. He hated the way she pretended she was so proper just because she grew up in the ritzy part of town and his beginnings were in an old, rusted trailer. Anger flushed his face. She didn’t know shit—living in her rich, protected world. Who needed her bullshit? No, what he needed real bad was pussy. The uptight snob wasn’t there, but this juicy blonde was, so he motioned with his head for her to follow him. The blonde squealed and grabbed his hand, but he pulled away.
“You don’t like me touching you, darling?” she asked.
“If you wanna fuck, let’s do it. I don’t go in for the pretend-it-matters shit. Got it?”
“Whatever you say, honey.”
In Hawk’s room, the blonde stripped down to her neon pink thong before Hawk had his shirt off. “Anxious, are you?”
“For you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Some of the girls you fucked been talkin’ around ’bout how you know how to please a woman. I seen you ’round town on that hot Harley you ride. You know you’re handsome, don’t you? I ain’t met a good-lookin’ guy who don’t know it. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Hawk.”
“Do you wanna talk, or fuck?”
“I love doing both.”
“I don’t.”
Hawk pulled the whore toward him. “My name’s Lola,” she whispered.
“So?”
He ran his hands over her body while one hand cupped her firm ass. As she dragged her purple nails up and down his back, he unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock.
“Oh, honey, I like that,” she cooed.
She rubbed herself against his body as she went down on her knees. Taking his dick into her mouth, she sucked it while rubbing his taut balls. With his cock practically down her throat, she bobbed her head up and down, stroking the length of him as her fingers played with her pussy.
Throwing his head back, Hawk moaned then pulled Lola up, pushing her onto the bed. With her legs spread wide, he could see that neon pink string shining between her swollen pussy lips. Hawk sucked her breasts and she pulled his hair, forcing his face up toward hers. When her lips sought his, he turned away—a rough fuck was what he wanted, not kissing. He massaged Lola’s big tits, her peaks hardening, and he recalled how he loved the way Cara’s erect nipples felt under the fabric against his chest.
“Ooh, honey, I love the way you squeeze my boobies. You’re making me feel sooo good.” Lola writhed.
He touched her clit with his finger; she was more than ready. He slipped two fingers into her hungry pussy, and, noticing she was too loose, he shoved in a couple more. Lola groaned and grabbed his cock, stroking it as he finger-fucked her, his thumb playing with her nub. Her body started jerking; she was ready to come. “Come inside me, honey. I want your big cock in me,” she rasped.
Hawk leaned over and took a condom out of the nightstand. He ripped it open.
“No need for that, honey. I’m on the pill,” she said.
He rolled it on. “Aren’t you the one who pulled the train last night?” he grunted.
“Ooh, that was a blast, but I’m clean. I like feeling it bare.”
“Not with me.”
Lola pulled Hawk toward her. He shoved his cock into her eager pussy and banged her hard. Flipping her around, he fucked her rough from behind while she wiggled her ass. As he exploded, he yelled out, “Cara!” then pulled out and collapsed next to Lola. She turned around and snuggled up to him, but he pushed her away. “You gotta go now.”
She stared at him. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing, it was good. No reason to stick around.”
She paused. “When’re you gonna take me for a ride on your Harley?”
“Never. Don’t let chicks ride on my bike.”
“Ever?”
“That’s right. Now, take it outta here.”
“Who’s Cara?”
Looking at her, Hawk shrugged.
“My name’s Lola, prick.” She zipped up her shorts and pulled her tank top over her boobs. Hawk had his back to her as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Another time?” she said sweetly.
She slammed his door as she left the room. The face he saw while fucking that slut was Cara’s. Damn. The whore wanted him to kiss her, but he couldn’t kiss anyone but Cara. Not anymore. Not since he’d tasted the sweetness of her mouth and felt the softness of her lips.
With a clenched jaw, he punched the mattress over and over while swearing. He had to reign in his emotions before he flipped out. After all, he’d just had some good pussy, but all he was left with was a headache. Yeah, his cock was satisfied, but he didn’t feel full like he always did after a good fucking. Running his hand through his hair, he smoothed it back then tied it in a ponytail. He thought screwing this whore would ease his tension, but it didn’t; he just wanted Cara more.
Shit, I just need to fuck her and get her out of my system for good.
Fuck…
Chapter Six
A light breeze rustled through the trees in Cara’s front yard as she sat on her porch, skimming a new cookbook. She loved to cook, and when her life got crazy with her heavy caseload, she often wished she would have opted for
culinary school instead of law school. Sipping a glass of homemade lemonade, she basked in the peacefulness of the moment; she relished these isolated slices of quietude in her hectic life.
A loud ping from her phone broke the stillness. She opened the text.
Luke: Last night was great. Had the best time ever. U?
Cara: Ya, was cool.
Luke: Later today? Do something?
Cara: Not 2nite. Working.
Luke: On a Sat?
Cara: I don’t have regular paycheck. Work for myself.
Luke: U don’t have to. U could have big pay and Sat off.
Another ping. Cara opened the text.
Hawk: Hey, babe.
Cara: Where r u?
Hawk: Miss me?
Cara rolled her eyes as she pictured his smirking face.
Cara: R u at motel?
Another beep. So much for a quiet moment. Rubbing the back of her neck, she released a heavy sigh.
Luke: What u doing?
Cara: Client texting me 2.
Luke: This is your day off. Get rid of him.
Cara: Can’t go out 2nite. Got 2 go. Bye.
She switched back to her conversation with Hawk.
Cara: R u at motel?
Hawk: Maybe.
Cara: Need to know.
Hawk: Want to visit me? Let’s get together later.
Cara: This is serious.
Hawk: Am serious.
Cara: Not in mood 4 this. Come to office early Mon.
Hawk: Need to see u b4 then.
Cara: Can’t. Come Mon. Going. Bye.
She threw her phone on the side table. It vibrated angrily against the glass tabletop. Cara shook her head; she was not going to answer. Hawk was so arrogant, and he annoyed the crap out of her. Why did she let him get under her skin? Many of her clients didn’t listen to her advice—it went along with being a lawyer. She’d get pissed at them, but then she’d let it go and move on to the next case. Why couldn’t she see Hawk as just another one of her cases?
His being sexy was a stumbling block, and there was no way women wouldn’t drool over his chiseled features, sculpted body, and firm ass. But Cara felt something more with him, and she hated like hell to admit it. The whole situation would be easier if she just lusted after him, but behind those blue eyes, she perceived glimmers of vulnerability. She wanted to know him better, even though every sane thought in her brain screamed out against it.
Sipping her lemonade, she thought about how wonderful and sexy his lips felt against hers. Luke’s kisses the night before were weak compared to Hawk’s possessive ones. With his touch, his eyes, and his words, Hawk commanded submission. Cara sensed that it pissed him off having to take direction from her, and Cara understood this because she also needed to be in control, and she hated when men bossed her around. She was a strong woman and didn’t need a sexy biker invading her life, but she had to admit, the idea of having someone else take control sometimes was enticing. Shouldering everything felt like a burden at times, and even though she longed to unload some of the weight, she was afraid to let go.
Her mind drifted back to Luke. Sherrie was right—Luke didn’t do anything for her. Even though they had a pleasant evening and he was nice enough, he didn’t light any sparks inside her. The steakhouse they went to was good, the conversation agreeable, and his goodnight kisses were sweet, but truth be told, she’d rather have stayed home with a good book. The night was, well… sort of dull, like walking through tepid water. It wasn’t Luke’s fault—he tried to show her a good time, and he was earnest in demonstrating to her why they would make the perfect couple. Hers, then? Maybe, but she knew one thing for sure—it was ninety-five percent Hawk’s fault.
On her date, there were three of them: Cara, Luke, and Hawk. Damn that man. He’d entered her thoughts all night. Being with Hawk was like walking through a hurricane, and she wished he were the one holding her close under the stars at the nightclub. Instead of Luke’s sloppy kisses, she had yearned for Hawk’s demanding ones. Ever since the office “incident,” her body craved Hawk’s hands, and she couldn’t stop replaying the feel of his lips on hers, his hands caressing her, his warm breath igniting her.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Cara’s cell beeped again. Ignoring it, she walked toward her vegetable garden to tackle the weeds. The afternoon clouds over the mountains were turning dark gray, signaling a thunderstorm may roll in. Along with the threatening clouds, a cool breeze chased away the heat from earlier in the day, making it a perfect time to work in the garden.
Putting in her earbuds, Cara knelt on the ground and pulled weeds. In the beginning of the summer, growing her own vegetables seemed like a good idea, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. She liked the idea of getting her hands dirty and eating her own tomatoes, zucchini, and string beans, but bent over, fighting with the weeds, she wondered what had gotten into her. But she wasn’t a quitter, so she pushed back her hair, knelt down, and pulled.
* * *
Three Harleys roared up her driveway. Banger, Jax, and Hawk cut their engines. Looking at her modest 1920s bungalow, they exchanged surprised looks; they’d expected her to live in a mansion.
Hawk spotted Cara first as she bent over plants near the front porch, her ass cheeks dancing every time she pulled harder at the weeds. As his jeans became snugger each time her luscious globes swayed, he noticed the ink peeking out from under the waistband of her shorts. There, exposed on her lightly tanned skin, was the top of a tribal design with a hint of red; the rest of the design and colors lay hidden beneath her sexy shorts. Fuck, that’s hot. Hawk never figured she’d be the type to go in for a tramp stamp, but it turned him on and made his cock strain against his jeans.
Behind him, he heard Jax mutter, “Sexy ass. Damn, she’s a hottie.”
Whipping around, Hawk grabbed Jax by the front of his t-shirt. “Don’t ever fuckin’ say something like that again. Don’t even fuckin’ look at her.”
Jax, seeing daggers in Hawk’s gaze, held up his hands, gesturing toward Cara. “She’s all yours. Damn, never thought I’d see your head in your ass ’bout a bitch.”
“Damn straight. She’s all mine.” Hawk ignored the pussy-whipped comment. What could he say? He was acting pussy-whipped.
Banger moved toward Hawk. “I don’t have time for this shit from either of you. Don’t you think you should let your lawyer know we’re here?”
Hawk was behind Cara, and he wanted to fuck her right there, kneeling, with her delectable ass cheeks spread wide. He reached out and touched her lower back, tracing the tip of her tattoo with his finger. Jerking around, Cara’s eyes widened while she pulled out her earbuds and tried to get up all at once. Extending his hand, Hawk helped her stand.
“You startled me,” she gasped.
He winked at her as Banger and Jax stood by their parked bikes, looking her way. As she tugged at her shorts and crossed her arms over her chest, Hawk smirked and leaned in close, murmuring, “You got a nice ass.”
Her cheeks burned red, and she moved away from him. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Banger wanted to talk to you about some things, and I wanted to see you. Jax had nothing better to do.” He smiled, showing off his dimples. When he put his hand on her shoulder, she shivered, vibrating against his fingertips before she pulled away. Scratching her neck, she glanced sideways at him, watching as he flashed her a smug half-smile.
Moving toward the front porch, she waved at Banger and Jax. “I’ll be out in a minute. Make yourselves comfortable.”
* * *
Several minutes later, Cara came out with four glasses of lemonade. She had changed into a less-revealing sundress and blushed as she thought of the three of them ogling her while she was bent over. The three bikers gulped down their drinks. Banger wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What’s goin’ on with Hawk’s case?”
After Cara filled him in, she turned to Hawk and said, “My sources at the sheriff’s office told me that an arrest
warrant is imminent.”
“Fuck,” Banger muttered. “I can’t have Hawk do time.”
“I’m not doing shit,” Hawk growled.
“If a warrant goes out, you’ll have to surrender yourself,” Cara said.
Hawk stared at her. For the briefest moment, Cara saw a flicker of worry, but it passed as soon as it came. She reached out and placed her hand on top of his. “Don’t worry; I’ll get all this straightened out. I’m convinced this is a frame job. I haven’t figured out why, but it is.”
Hawk jerked away from her. “I don’t go in for that pity shit, babe. Again, I’m not doing any time.”
“If you don’t surrender, it’ll make things worse. If you listen to me and let me guide you, I can help. Don’t be a macho tool on this, Hawk. If you do, you’ll be screwed.” Locking in on Banger, her eyes pleaded with him.
Clearing his throat, Banger barked, “Listen to your lawyer. I can’t lose any more brothers to the asshole badges.”
Looking at Hawk, Jax said, “If this was me instead of you, what would you tell me? Would you tell me to listen to her or be a dickhead and think I know better?”
Hawk narrowed his eyes, body rigid, hands clenched into fists. He looked at Cara, snarling, “Fuck, you’re the boss.” She smiled. “But only for this, babe. Remember that.”
She wanted to slap his face but didn’t think a lawyer should do that to her client, especially in front of witnesses. He was maddening, but at least he was going to follow her lead. That was a start.
“I’m not goin’ to some shitty motel, though. I’ll go to the safe house.”
Banger and Jax nodded in agreement. Shrugging, Cara nodded along with them. She didn’t care where he went as long as he stayed out of sight until she could figure out the warrant status. Since it was settled, unease crept around her as she sat on the porch with her three guests; she didn’t entertain bikers. Maybe she should’ve offered them beer instead of her homemade lemonade? And Hawk wasn’t making things any easier with his intense stare boring into her. She shifted in her wicker chair.
