Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5)

by Chiah Wilder

  “That fuckin’ bitch lawyer sticking her pretty nose where it don’t fuckin’ belong is causing all kinds of problems,” the biker seethed.

  “Yes, that is a problem. Since she’s not an investigator, I don’t think we have too much to worry about, though.”

  “She has her nose where it don’t belong. I’ll take care of her. It’ll be a real pleasure to fuck her before I cut her throat.”

  “No, no, I’ll deal with her. She comes from an influential family, and we don’t want them getting involved.”

  “I don’t give a shit. When we get rid of a body, no one ever finds it. We don’t leave bodies around like you. No one will ever find her.”

  “Let me try and deal with this. If it gets too messy, then you can do what needs to be done with her.”

  “We’ll be watching you, sir.” The biker laughed.

  The man’s shoulders slumped. His breathing was irregular. Things were closing in on him, and everything was spiraling out of control. He didn’t know what to do. All he could think about was having a pretty, young, trembling whore tied spread-eagle and begging for her life. His cock pressed against his slacks at the thought. He hated the way the two bikers were staring at his dick and laughing at him and wished he could kill the dirty bastards and walk away from all this, but he knew he couldn’t. After all, he depended on them to feed his craving—a hunger which overpowered him and made him do horrible things. The dirty bastards looked at him with disgust, and if these outlaws were appalled and disgusted with his actions, then what hope did he ever have for redemption?

  “Getting hungry?” They both laughed.

  Head down, cock engorged, he nodded.

  “We have a fresh one, just came over from some crazy-ass eastern European country, and she’s hot and young. I know your taste. You can have her, but we need free access to bring the rest of the trucks through. We got your word you’ll fix that?”

  His heart raced as he imagined his sweet little slut. “Yes, yes, I’ll take care of that. When do I get to see her?”

  “When the trucks have made it through this county.”

  “That soon? Good.”

  His blood pumped, and he was on top of the world again.

  A very fine place to be.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “All the exhibits are marked, right?” Cara asked Asher.

  “Check.”

  “The witness, who can identify the photos and establish a chain of custody, is going to be in court for sure, right? I talked to him yesterday, but you double-checked it again last night, correct?”

  “Calm down, Cara. Yeah, everything’s confirmed and reconfirmed. I can’t believe you’re so nervous. I’ve never seen you like this.” Asher smiled at his boss’s flushed face.

  “I know, you’re right,” Cara groaned. “I’m nervous that what should happen, like getting this case dismissed, won’t happen. I know we have some dirty cops. I hope the courts aren’t contaminated, as well.”

  “You don’t suspect the whole judicial system, do you?” Asher teased Cara, his eyes twinkling.

  “I know, I sound like a paranoid nut, but you have to admit some major criminal stuff has been slipping by, and someone in a position of power is making it possible.” Asher rolled his eyes, and Cara shook her head. “I’m just saying, you know? Something weird is going on, and I don’t think it’s all cop-related.”

  “Go. You’re going to be late.”

  As she rushed out, she yelled over her shoulder, “Wish me luck!”

  “Good luck, Cara. Show them they can’t mess with you.”

  Cara disappeared down the hallway.

  * * *

  Hawk, leaning over and talking to the giggling court clerk, saw Cara enter the courtroom from the corner of his eye. He purposely kept flashing his dimpled smile as he inched closer toward the clerk to hear what she was saying.

  “Hey, Casanova, can you come over here?” Cara pointed at the table furthest away from the jury box.

  “I’ve been summoned,” Hawk said to the clerk, making her laugh. He sauntered over to the table.

  “Hi, babe,” he said.

  “Sorry to break up your cozy klatch, but we have a few things to go over before the hearing starts.”

  As Cara talked, Hawk checked her out. He saw her mouth twitch and her tone was stern; she was irked. Satisfaction coursed through his body. He’d played up his conversation with the clerk just to piss Cara off, and it worked.

  As the deputy district attorney came into the courtroom, Hawk noticed he ran his eyes over Cara’s amazing rack, and that pissed him off. Hawk wished he could take him in an alley and punch the shit out of his round, chubby face.

  Hawk focused back on Cara—specifically, her tight black skirt and purple satin top. He loved the way she wore clothes. He didn’t know how she did it, but she revealed more in clothes than all the women at the club did in their skimpy outfits. He could look at her all day, and the fact that she was doing and saying all this lawyer shit blew his mind. Her sass and confidence gave her a sexy softness, and he wanted to fuck her on the table in front of everyone with her law books around her. She blew his mind.

  “Did you hear what I said, Hawk?”

  “No.”

  “You need to pay attention because I may need you to be a witness if the court wants additional information. I can’t have you zone out on me, understood?”

  “You don’t need to patronize me, babe. I know what’s up.” He reached out and touched her hand. She jerked it away from him.

  “Are you crazy? Don’t do that again. I don’t need this case compromised because you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” she gritted.

  Hawk glared at her. He should grab her and kiss her hard enough to show her and every other damned ass in the courtroom that he didn’t give a shit about their rules. That was the trouble with citizens—they were so caught up in what people thought or said, making their insecurities their chains. He hated spending so much time in the citizens’ world. Fuck.

  The judge took the bench, and the Motion to Dismiss hearing began. Cara fought hard on Hawk’s behalf. She produced the pre-raid photographs and authenticated them with a deputy sheriff who testified he’d received the photos from the lead investigator the morning of the search, and he’d marked and placed them in the evidence box. The deputy stated his surprise when the photos went missing. He swore he had no idea who took them out of the evidence box, but the photos Cara showed him in court were the same ones he’d handled that morning.

  The deputy district attorney tried to punch holes in the deputy sheriff’s testimony, but the witness was firm and unyielding.

  After an hour of testimony, both sides rested. Cara made a compelling argument to the judge that the prosecution had no proof the .22-caliber ammo box belonged to Hawk.

  “Your Honor, the only proof in this case is that my client, Mr. Benally, is the victim of a setup. From the pre-raid photos, we can see that the ammo box was not on the table, and yet, the ammo box magically appeared after the photos were taken. There were no guns, not even a .22 revolver, found on the premises. My client was not even in his home when the ‘search’ was conducted. This whole case reeks, and it would be a miscarriage of justice to allow it to proceed.”

  Hawk wanted to stand up, applaud her, then kiss her soft lips. She was so passionate in her arguments and had so much fire; he wanted to fuck her so bad. Damn!

  The judge, looking at the prosecutor, asked, “Is that all that was found in the house? Is it true no guns were in the home?”

  “Yes, Your Honor.”

  “The photos here don’t show the ammo box on the table. Can you explain that?”

  “No, Your Honor, I can’t.”

  “Ms. Minelli, is your client in a biker gang?”

  “No, Your Honor. My client is a member of a motorcycle club. The club is not a gang,” Cara explained.

  The prosecutor interjected, “Club, gang, what’s the difference? The point is that he is vice
president of the Insurgents—an outlaw biker gang.”

  The judge looked over at Hawk, who stared back expressionless.

  “Your Honor, Mr. Benally wasn’t arrested because he is vice president of the Insurgents. The prosecutor is setting up smokescreens. He doesn’t have anything. The search was a violation of my client’s rights, and the case needs to be dismissed. Mr. Benally has not had any trouble with the law since he’s been on probation. He has done a ton of community service hours, he is a veteran who served his country bravely, he went to college, and he has made something of his life, even though his background has been fraught with family violence. The fact that this case has even made it this far is a travesty. What the prosecutor should be doing is finding out why the ammo box was planted and why the pre-raid photos went missing. My client is clean. He runs legitimate businesses and has organized numerous charity bike runs for the community.”

  Shit, she’s good with words. She makes me sound like a poster boy for Citizen of the Year. Hawk smiled to himself. She was fighting for him. He figured she fought hard for all her clients, but he was hoping that her extra fervor was strictly for him. Fuck, she’s making me horny.

  After thirty minutes of legal banter, the judge dismissed the case against Hawk, and he chastised the prosecutor for pursuing the case in light of the pre-raid photos. Cara beamed, and Hawk was glad the legal bullshit was over because he wanted to properly thank Cara for her hard work. The chubby-faced prosecutor was perturbed. The court clerk smiled at Hawk as her eyes lingered on his mouth; she had no idea the only thing on his mind was fucking his attorney.

  “Thanks, counselor,” Hawk whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck.

  She turned her head toward him, so close their noses touched. “You’re welcome.” Hawk saw her shiver slightly.

  “Let me carry your books for you,” he offered.

  “I’ve got it. Let’s go back to the office to wrap your case up,” she said with an air of professionalism. “I have to give you back some of your documents and have you sign the release.” Her tone indicated that would end their relationship.

  Hawk, searching her face, saw a tinge of regret in her eyes. Why can’t she give in to what she’s feeling? Why is she fighting this so hard? I know she wants to be in my arms. There’s no way I’m letting her off that easy.

  “Lead the way, babe,” Hawk said.

  When Hawk and Cara arrived at her office, Asher had already left for lunch. Hawk followed her into her office and closed the door. Cara, her back to Hawk, put her file and books on her desk. Like a panther, he approached her slowly, putting his arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “Thanks again, counselor, for all your hard work.”

  Cara turned her face toward his. “You’re welcome again,” she whispered. She looked into his smoldering gaze, and her face flushed. She squirmed, but his arms tightened.

  “Is this wise, Hawk?”

  “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he said as he lavished kisses on her neck.

  “I don’t think it is. We better stop.”

  “Counselor, you’re in charge in the courtroom, but I’m in charge here. You know you want this. Fuck, we’ve both needed this for too long.”

  Crushing her closer to him, Hawk’s rigid bulge rubbed against her lower back as he brought his hands up to her breasts. He had been dreaming of playing with her tits from the first time he’d seen her at Rusty’s. “Take your jacket off,” he commanded.

  In Cara’s eyes, he saw desire and surrender as she did as told, revealing a lacy purple bra and the goosebumps carpeting her skin. Hawk whistled under his breath as his fingers traced over the fabric, her tits were sexy covered in all that lace. He turned her toward him and kissed each breast, then licked her generous cleavage, making her arch her back. Her hard nipples strained against the satin top.

  Unclasping her bra’s front hook, Hawk freed Cara’s breasts and inhaled sharply. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful.”

  Cara’s cheeks reddened. Hawk brought her face toward his and kissed her deeply. As he kissed her, his forefinger grazed over her nipples. Circling her areolas with his fingers, he continued kissing her. Each time he came close to her nipples, his fingers would miss them, and by the way Cara thrust her tits toward him, he knew she was aching for him to touch and suck them. Wanting to tease her a while longer, he kept kissing and sucking her breasts, always just missing her nipples. As he licked her tits, she shivered against his tongue, and he was certain if he touched her panties, they would be wet.

  As his right finger continued to circle her areolas, Hawk moved his left hand down over her hips, cupping one of her full ass cheeks. She whimpered while she moved her hands down to his trapped cock and began to unzip his pants, but moving her hand away, he said, “Not yet, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”

  Hawk flicked Cara’s erect nipples back and forth with the tip of his finger, and she bucked under his touch as a throaty moan escaped her. Hawk, pinching her right nipple, captured her other one between his teeth. He sucked and bit while she squeezed her thighs together. Cupping her breasts in his hands, Hawk tugged at her nipples as he brought his knee up against Cara’s swollen pussy. As she ground her mound into his knee, he felt her lower body tighten with each rub, lick, and bite. Throwing her head back, she panted and moaned, “Oh, yes, that’s good!”

  Seeing her contort and writhe against him excited Hawk. He’d guessed she was a passionate woman, but he hadn’t even begun to touch her and she was exploding. As he hugged her, her panting subsided and her breathing returned to normal. Hawk’s enormous bulge pressed against her stomach, and Cara raised her head up at him and smiled. Unbuttoning his shirt, she marveled at his well-built, tattooed chest. When she spotted the gold nipple ring shining under the florescent lights, surprise registered on her face before she looped the ring around her fingernail, tugging it. Hawk moaned. When she kissed his chest, flicked her tongue over his nipples, and tugged on the piercing with her teeth, Hawk twisted in her arms, bent to her head, and whispered against her hair, “Fuck, babe, that feels good.”

  Her plum-tipped fingernail traced down his chest, over his stomach, landing on the waistband of his jeans. She cupped his hardness, stroking it through the denim material as Hawk breathed in through his clenched teeth. When she pulled his zipper down further, he whirled her around, his mouth close to her ear, demanding, “Tits and stomach on the desk.” His right leg between her legs, he nudged her forward, bending her over with her boobs and stomach flat on her desk and her ass up.

  Hawk leaned over her, taking her arms and spreading them out. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy, baby. I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you. Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

  Cara’s legs were shaky, her mound dripping wet. She grunted.

  “Babe, I can’t hear you. Do you want me to fuck your pussy with my cock?”

  “Uh-huh,” she breathed.

  “Counselor, it’s a yes or no question. Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes!” she yelled out. “Stop the talking and start the fucking.”

  “Fuck, babe, you’ve got a mouth. For that, I’ve got to spank that sweet ass of yours.”

  “What? Did you say spank?”

  “That’s right, babe. I can’t wait to spank your pretty little ass.” He saw her thighs quiver.

  Hawk moved in close behind her, unzipping and pulling her skirt down as she lifted one leg and then the other so he could toss it aside. He stood back and took her in, unable to believe how gorgeous she was. Cara’s tits were smashed against the desk, her sexy round ass pointing up, and her sweet sex glistening. Her thigh-highs, purple panties, and high-heeled black pumps were the only things she had on. He almost shot his load just looking at her.

  Ripping off her panties, Hawk ordered, “Spread your legs.” Cara opened them more and Hawk placed his leg between hers, stretching them even wider and fully exposing her pussy. She looked ov
er her shoulder at Hawk, her gaze burning with desire.

  He traced her lower back tattoo with his finger. Ever since he’d seen a hint of it, he’d been fantasizing about it. A curly-Q tribal tattoo, it was done in black ink with red and yellow flowers and butterflies intertwined around the design. He leaned over and kissed it. “Hot ink job, babe.” Cara’s skin quivered as Hawk traced her tattoo, pinched her ass, and brushed her strip of pubic hair.

  As he stroked Cara’s pussy with his finger, he said hoarsely, “Fuck, babe, you’re so wet for me.” When he squeezed her swollen lips and her hardened nub, Cara’s ass wiggled and her thighs tried to clench together, but Hawk held them apart. While he fondled and pinched her ass cheeks, he kept stroking her pussy, even as he knelt down and placed his lips on her ass. “Your ass was made for spanking.”

  He massaged the cheek, kissed it, nipped it, and then smack. Cara’s ass jumped off the desk, her body tightening with the stinging pain. But as Hawk licked and kissed the red area, he felt her relax under his touch, the pain subsiding into pleasure as she moaned. Each time he slapped her sweet, round ass, Cara’s mound became wetter, his fingers soon dripping from her juices. His luscious babe loved to have her butt spanked. The red marks he made on her ass made his cock throb and pulse in dark desire. As he caressed her ass, he separated her swollen lips and slowly put his index finger into her wet depths. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Does it feel good, babe?”

  Cara nodded.

  “I want to hear you say it. Tell me how it feels to have my finger fucking your pussy.”

  “It feels so good.”

  “I bet it does, babe. Can your tight pussy take more?” He shoved two more fingers inside, her muscles instantly clutching them. Moaning, she pushed her mound toward him, her ass jiggling with each thrust of his hand. As he licked her wet lips, her nub hardened under his expert tongue. Hawk lapped up her wetness, and the fast movements of his fingers as he shoved them in and out of her heat made her push her ass up higher. Her short breaths, hoarse moans, and tightening muscles told Hawk she was ready to erupt at any moment.