Phantom Riders MC - Hawk

by Tory Richards

  People really did that kind of thing out in the open? Well, I was seeing it firsthand. The places Dane and I frequented were filled with upper class, stuck-up, dressed-to-the-nines couples who held themselves in such high regard that their noses disappeared in the clouds. I’d been part of that circle, though I’d never felt as if I belonged. Looking back, I could admit that I had let Dane shape me into the kind of woman that he wanted me to be.

  I decided that the safest thing I could do was focus on the bar and make my way there to order a hamburger. It was easier said than done, considering that I had to weave in and around closely spaced tables. By the time I reached the bar my cheeks were burning from all the pinches and pats I’d received along the way. The filthy comments were somehow worse, but I decided I could put up with them if it meant not being dragged down on someone’s lap for something else.

  “Help you?”

  The man was thin, wearing a dingy gray t-shirt and jeans beneath his heavily stained apron. He had a bandana tied around his forehead, and stringy, greasy-looking hair that hung down to his shoulders, and it appeared that he didn’t own a razor. My empty belly wouldn’t let me turn around and walk away.

  “A cheeseburger and coke, please. No fries.”

  “Sure.” He turned halfway around and yelled over his shoulder, “One cheeseburger, Sam!” Then his eyes came back to me. “Haven’t seen you around here before. A pretty lady like you, I would of noticed. You with someone?”

  “I, ah, came in with some bikers.” I thought it would be better and safer for me to at least admit that.

  He frowned. “What bikers?”

  I glanced around the room until my gaze landed on the three men I’d ridden in with, crammed into a circular booth in the corner. Two of them were heavily involved with women, while the man I’d ridden behind all day sat back with a bottle and glass in front of him. He was anything but relaxed, even I could see that. As if something had passed between us, he suddenly looked up, locking his stony gaze on me.

  “Fuck, don’t tell me you’re with Phantom Riders.” I nodded. “You with Hawk? He’s a mean son-of-a-bitch.”

  Hawk? Since the other two had women on their laps, I assumed the bartender meant the steely-eyed beast eyeing me from their group. So now I knew his name, and it suited him. I glanced back at the man behind the bar, wondering if I should lie. But then, since he knew Hawk’s name he must know what kind of man he was. He certainly knew him better than I did.

  “Burger up!”

  Before I could answer him he turned, grabbed the plate the cook had set down and placed the cheeseburger down in front of me. “That’ll be eight dollars.” Then he went to the soda machine and poured me a coke.

  “Do you have rooms for rent?” I questioned, digging out one of the hundred dollar bills.

  His snort was followed with, “This ain’t no fuckin’ hotel, lady. The only rooms we have here belong to the working girls.” He leaned over the counter, saying in a low tone, “You want to earn a little money?”

  I just glared at him until, laughing, he backed away and went to the register. When he returned with my change I picked up my plate and glass and turned around. There was nowhere for me to go but to the booth where Hawk was sitting. He watched me approach, like a predator scenting blood, and the closer I got the more nervous I felt. I was thankful his friends sat on either side of him, which meant that I wouldn’t have to sit next to him.

  I sat down on the very edge of the seat. “Sorry that I have to invade your space, but there’s nowhere else for me to sit.” His grunt, the only acknowledgement he made, made me want to throw my coke in his dark face. His two friends were oblivious to everything but the naked women on their laps. “Would you like some?” I held up my burger before biting into it. Maybe I could kill him with kindness.

  He remained silent, reaching for the glass in front of him. I shrugged and took a big bite, starved. “You know, there aren’t any rooms for rent for tonight.” I kept eating my burger, not really expecting him to respond. But the more he ignored me, the more I wanted to bug the shit out of him. “This burger is really good, nice and juicy. Sure you don’t want a nibble?” I was stupid for taunting him, he looked anything but friendly right now.

  I smiled and took a sip of my coke. “So, where are you going to sleep tonight?”

  “Where’d you come from, baby?” The biker next to me had finally realized that I was there. His girlfriend gave me a look, dismissed me, and went back to sucking on his neck. “Shell and I are getting ready to call it a night. You can shack up with us as long as you let me inside your sweet pussy.”

  He was drunk. I felt my cheeks burn, but I was determined not to let Hawk see how uncomfortable I was. “That’s a tempting nice offer. I’ll think about it.” When hell freezes over. I kept that thought to myself. I moved so that they could exit the booth, and then sat back down.

  I finished my burger, which was surprisingly good, and drank down my coke. Having food in my stomach felt good. Now all I had to do was find a place to sleep for the night. Hawk’s other friend and woman finally crawled out of the booth and left, to go to her room, I supposed. It dawned on me that the reason Hawk had said they were staying the night there was because he knew they would be sleeping with the women there.

  I wondered who Hawk would be sleeping with. Would he touch her, fuck her? And why did it matter to me? We’d just met, and I knew we’d never be friends. He was just the means to get me somewhere far away from Dane. Yet I couldn’t help but be aware of him, the way he looked at me, as if I were something he wanted but hated at the same time. Maybe I reminded him of someone.

  The outside door opened and I instinctively looked toward it. The breath caught in my throat when the two men I’d been running from earlier walked through. Quickly I turned away from them, my eyes meeting Hawk’s. I could feel my heart rate pick up speed. How the hell had they found me? It didn’t make sense!

  “Hawk—”

  I didn’t know what I was going to say. It didn’t matter anyway, because suddenly Hawk jerked me over to him and my face was down in his lap. My first reaction was to get up, but he held me firmly at the back of my neck. To the casual observer it looked like I was giving him a blow-job, and maybe that was his intention. I turned my face slightly away from his zipper, so that I could breathe. It shocked me that he was hard as stone.

  With all the naked bodies walking around us it shouldn’t have surprised me that he was horny. I brushed all that aside, my thoughts returning to the two men. I had no idea what they were doing, but something warned me if they were coming our way I would definitely feel a reaction in Hawk’s big body. All I could do was wait for some sign. Movement beneath my cheek drew a moan from me and before I knew what I was doing I was rubbing against his hard-on like a cat seeking attention.

  The deep rumble of his groan forced me back to reality and I ceased moving, holding my breath. What in hell was I doing? This time when I pulled back he let me. I could barely meet his eyes until he snapped, “Get out.”

  I quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing that Hawk was right behind me. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t see Dane’s men anywhere.

  “They left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway, and halfway down he stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but instead he lifted his leg and kicked the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he snarled.

  I barely had time to acknowledge the naked couple before they snatched up their strewn about clothes and rushed past us. As the man passed me I recognized him as one of Hawk’s men. We made eye contact long enough for him to wink at me. Once they cleared the threshold, Hawk pulled me inside and slammed the door behind him.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  “What?” He had to be kidding.

  “Take your clothes off.”

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bsp; I know that my jaw dropped at his demand. When I realized that he meant it I began to back up, slowly shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I whispered sharply. Okay, maybe I had removed my shirt in the restroom, but that had been of my own accord, and he’d said “clothes,” as if he meant everything.

  “Take your fucking clothes off.” So far he hadn’t moved from his spot, yet I’d backed up until my back was against the wall. “Those men knew how to find you, which means there’s a bug on you somewhere.”

  I tried to decipher what he was saying, but my brain wouldn’t wrap around the idea that he thought I had a bug on me. He took a menacing step toward me, and that was all I needed to do what he wanted. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid of Hawk, only of what having his hands on me would make me feel. I was attracted to him in a strange way that left me confused. Maybe it was because I knew that he wasn’t attracted to me, and I looked at it as a challenge.

  I quickly removed my hoodie and handed it to him, kicking off my shoes at the same time. As Hawk began going over it I unzipped and rolled down my jeans. I quickly began to unbutton my shirt when a memory reminded me of something.

  “Just a minute.” I waited for him to look at me. “There’s no way there can be a bug in these clothes because they aren’t mine. I took them from a laundromat.”

  He hesitated for only a second. “I want everything.”

  Deciding not to argue with him, I finished with the buttons, removed my shirt, and threw it at him. He caught it to his chest and I swear I saw the tiniest curve of his mouth that revealed that he was amused at my irritation. He examined my clothes thoroughly, finding nothing, as I expected. Then he turned those dark eyes on me, running his gaze up and down my body and missing nothing.

  Leaving me insanely hot and needy.

  “Everything,” he demanded. “Or did you borrow your underwear, too?”

  No, the underwear I had on was mine, a thong Dane had purchased from Victoria’s Secret, and the only thing that he liked me to wear under my clothes. The way Hawk’s gaze moved over me turned me on when it shouldn’t have. I was no stick figure, my short height gave me curves I’d spent half my adult life hiding, until I’d realized that some men liked meat on their women. The coffee eyes on me now revealed that Hawk was no exception.

  Maybe he was attracted to me after all.

  I swung around, wondering if I would be able to remove my thong, which was silly when I thought about it, because my backside was completely naked to him right then. I pulled it down, catching Hawk’s hiss when I bent slightly to work it over my knees and down my legs. I tossed it over my shoulder in his direction. Completely nude, I reached for the top sheet on the bed before facing him again.

  “Satisfied?” I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw that he still had my thong in his hands. There was no way a bug could be hidden in that tiny, see-through thing.

  Hawk’s expression was savage. Something strong and basic had come over him. He reminded me of a bronze statue, solid and strong, powerfully intimidating. I was a prisoner, held captive by the intensity in his eyes. Slowly is hand moved toward his face, pausing right beneath his nose. His nostrils flared, and his eyes closed, as he crushed the bunched thong and took a deep breath.

  Ohmygod, I’d never seen anything so compelling, or erotic. Lust slammed through me, flushing heat over my whole body. I held my breath and watched his eyes open slowly, lazily, revealing the truth. He was aroused. No, scratch that. He was ravenous!

  “Toss me your shoes.”

  What? Was I reading him all wrong? Seeing something that I only wanted to see? But then, everything I’d learned during my short acquaintance with Hawk came back to the surface, reminding me that he ignored his emotions, and his body’s cravings. I didn’t think that he was afraid of letting go, he didn’t strike me as a weak man, but as someone who thrived on absolute, total control. That made him very frightening.

  I grabbed my Valentino sneakers and tossed them to him. He caught them with one hand. He examined them thoroughly, frowning when he came to the pyramid studs decorating the side. One of them appeared to be loose and with little effort he was able to remove it. He held it up for me to see, but I had no idea what he wanted me to acknowledge.

  “It’s decoration.”

  He shook his head. “It’s GPS.”

  Chapter 5

  Hawk

  I was fucking pissed! I checked the rest of her sneakers over carefully before going to the bathroom and flushing the tracking device down the toilet. When I returned to the room I was surprised to see that Audra hadn’t moved. She was still standing there at the foot of the bed, clutching a sheet to the front of her fucking killer body.

  That pissed me off, too. I’d already guessed that she had a nice ass, but the impact of seeing all of her luscious curves reminded me that I hadn’t fucked a woman lately. Not that I hadn’t had the chance, but I was a mean bastard, denying myself my own needs because I could. Besides that, I didn’t fuck women who wanted me. It kept life simple and fucking uncomplicated. Women who wanted you tended to confuse lust with emotions, unless they were whores, but lately whores hadn’t tempted me.

  “Who are those men?” I wanted fucking answers.

  “I don’t know their names only that they work for my ex.”

  “Who is?” I watched her pretty mouth clamp shut. What was she afraid of? That I’d recognize his name? New Hampshire wasn’t that small. I gave her my best fucking scowl, which usually accomplished what I wanted it to. This woman was just as stubborn as I was, though. “What is his name?” I ground out, losing patience.

  “Dane Winthrop,” she said with obvious reluctance.

  His name meant nothing to me. “The fucker who’s after you?” She nodded. “He must want you fucking badly.” I could see her hesitate, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes. I scrutinized her carefully. “What are you not telling me?”

  Her gaze flew up to mine, her eyes a little too round. I recognized fear when I saw it. Whatever she was hiding was fucking big, at least in her eyes. “Nothing.”

  “I don’t fucking believe you. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me, or I’ll just turn you over to them. My club doesn’t need your kind of trouble.” We stared at each other and I knew that she wasn’t going to tell me.

  Then she caught me off guard by hissing, “Look. I’m not your concern. Thank you for rescuing me back at the station but I’ll find my own way from here on out. That way you can stop worrying about your club, and go about your life doing whatever it is that you do. I’m sorry for any trouble that I’ve caused you.”

  She dropped the sheet and I about lost it. My gaze couldn’t take in her luscious full curves fast enough. Her large milky tits with their dusty crowns were just begging for my mouth on them. The indentation of her waist before it flared out to hand-gripping hips made me want to mark her flesh there, and I would, too, because I liked my sex rough. Her snatch was trimmed, and showcased between two firm thighs that could clamp onto a man tightly and never let go. I bet her cunt did the same thing to a man’s dick.

  Fucking hell, I didn’t need this distraction right now, and I didn’t need her lip, unless it was around my dick, and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Right now I had a situation to handle, it was too late for her to just walk away. My club came first, and I wanted to know what I’d gotten myself into because of a weak moment, and those big, fucking green eyes, that had trapped me into taking on extra baggage.

  It occurred to me that she was walking toward me. I watched her tits jiggle slightly with every step. The sight turned my dick even harder than it already was. It was so hard that it fucking ached. For a second I wondered what she would do if I forced her to her knees and told her to suck me off. She was the one who’d gotten me hard in the first place, it seemed only fair.

  She bent before me to pick up her clothes, and when she turned to go back toward the bed I caught sight of that fucking ass. The full round cheeks, the enticing crack down the middle, the crease whe
re it met the top of her thighs. Son-of-a-bitch I was going to have that ass but it wasn’t going to be now, and it wasn’t going to be here. It was going to be on my terms, like always. I was just fucking mean enough to deny myself.

  “Did I tell you it was okay to get dressed?” The gravelly tone of my voice betrayed the level at which she was affecting me. I was about a second from tossing her onto the bed and ramming my dick inside her pussy.

  “You don’t own me, big boy.” She turned those damned green eyes on me, laughing softly. “Even if you do want me.” Her gaze dropped to where my dick was straining against the zipper of my jeans.

  It was her soft, confident laugh and the knowing look in her eyes that got me. She thought she knew me and what I wanted? She had no fucking idea. I’d already warned her that I didn’t do any of that kissing and foreplay shit. Right now I wanted my dick sucked because if I didn’t get relief soon I wasn’t going to be worth a shit. It wasn’t often that I let a woman get to me, fuck never, but ever since I’d seen her fucking red hair I’d thought of nothing but having my hands buried in it while she was on her knees.