“Last time I tell you to wear a skirt,” he grumbled.
* * *
Kiki’s warm, wet tongue glided up his throat as Hawk buried his dick even deeper into her slick heat.
He couldn’t get enough of that tight cunt of hers. Dropping his head, he latched onto her nipple and drew it hard into his mouth. Her long nails dug deep into the flesh of his ass as he powered up and into her over and over again.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and the sounds that came out of her hit him directly in the balls, which were already painfully tight.
He was ready to blow his load. But he wasn’t ready for this to end.
He plowed his fingers through her hair and pulled it tight. “Look at me, babe.”
Her eyes popped open, but they remained unfocused. She gasped when he thrust hard again into her tight heat.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“A lot?”
“Yes.”
“Best you ever had?”
“Yes, honey.”
Yeah, it was. He grimaced as he powered up once more, driving hard. “Can’t get enough of you.”
“I know,” she whispered.
“Gonna come?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
She hesitated, then she tensed and cried out, “Now.”
He gritted his teeth as she clenched down tight around his dick. The throbs seemed never ending and he was trying not to lose it. Not yet.
Not yet.
He had to make it last.
He wasn’t sure how many more times he’d be able to talk her into coming to his house, climbing into bed with him, offering herself to him... Hawk. To her, he may very well be some low-class biker that was only scratching a temporary itch. But, fuck it, he’d take every second she gave him.
So tonight, he had to make it last. He might not have tomorrow.
Her body loosened around him as she came down from her climax.
“Gonna make you come again.”
She smiled up at him, “That would be nice.”
“Fuck nice.”
She laughed. “Give me a badass biker orgasm then. Ride me rough and hard and give me all you fucking have.”
Fucking goddamn.
He took that dirty mouth of hers. Every time she cursed it surprised him. It didn’t seem that classy mouth of hers should expel anything obscene. But when she did...
Fuck.
He kissed her long and hard, exploring every inch of her mouth until she was groaning and rocking her hips against him once more.
Goddamn. She was making it hard for him to last.
He pulled away. “Babe.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “Yes?”
“On top.”
Without breaking their connection, he rolled and when she settled on top, her dark brown hair fell loosely around her face and over her shoulders. Not neat, fuck no. Wild and wavy. Her deep blue eyes flashed. Her tits tempted him as they hung heavily, her nipples tightly puckered.
He reached up and brushed his thumbs over the hard tips. She arched her back and drove herself down, taking him impossibly deep.
Fuck, they fit just right. How could two people from two different worlds fit together so perfectly?
“Love bein’ buried inside you, babe.”
“Perfect,” she groaned as she ground her hips down on him again.
That it was.
“So goddamned wet you’re drippin’ down my balls.”
“You make me that way.”
His chest got tight as he stared at the woman straddling him. He sucked in oxygen, trying to keep his thoughts from turning sour.
He had to just take here and now. He couldn’t do anything about shit that would happen afterward.
“Hawk, honey,” she murmured, cupping his cheeks, holding his gaze.
Fuck him when she called him “honey.” It hit him way harder than it should.
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Something wrong?” She rode him slow, lifting all the way up until just the tip was at her entrance, then she slid all the way back down, taking his whole length.
“Everythin’s right when you’re on my dick.”
“Mmm, yes it is.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she circled her hips.
He should be doing something other than just lying there, staring in amazement at her, and thinking how fucking lucky he was right now.
He put his fingers where they connected, feeling how slippery she was, how slick she was making his skin as she rose and fell on him. Pressing his thumb to her clit, she gasped and tilted her hips, now gliding back and forth on him.
Oh fuck.
He didn’t think he’d ever been with a woman that got this wet or maybe he just didn’t take the time to find out. Get off, get out, get gone.
With his other hand, he ran a finger through her juices and then reached around and slipped his finger into the cleft of her ass.
She stilled, planted her palms on his chest and leaned forward, blowing out a breath. Her eyes locked on his.
Hawk took that as encouragement and circled her puckered hole. However, she was clenched tight.
“Relax, babe.”
“I... I...”
“Relax,” he whispered while he pressed.
She tried again, “I don’t...”
“Gonna feel good. Promise. Just gotta relax.”
“Promises, Prom—”
Her words were cut off by her gasp when he pushed his finger slowly inside her tight canal. And it was fucking tight.
“Oh... I...”
Yeah, she liked it. Fuck him, so did he. Now he wanted something other than his finger inside her back there.
“I never...”
“Can tell, babe. Fuck. So tight.”
“Jeez, that feels... Fuck! Keep doing that...”
A chuckle rumbled through him. There was no way he was going to stop. Especially when her pace quickened and she began to ride him like a wild woman, throwing her head back and the noises she was making...
For fuck’s sake, he might come before she did.
He grunted when she slammed down on both his finger and his dick, grinding hard against his thumb that was still pressed to her clit.
Then her whole body spasmed around and against him.
Thank fuck.
“Tell me,” he growled.
“I’m coming,” she cried out.
“Yeah, fuckin’ me, too.” He bucked his hips up and shot his load deep inside her. Her pussy was pulsating around him; his dick was throbbing. And, holy fuck, he was going to die right then and there a happy man.
Chapter Eight
Kiki sat under a pavilion in the courtyard at church, aka the DAMC clubhouse. A bonfire was blazing, beer was flowing freely and she was surrounded by a bunch of bad boy alpha bikers, almost all of them wearing similar black leather vests. Some were fully decorated with the patches that Hawk had tattooed onto his back, some with just a few. It was easy to spot the prospects from the fully-patched members.
Never in her life had she pictured herself in this type of environment. She certainly didn’t quite fit in even though she had donned a pair of her oldest designer jeans, an old T-shirt she found at the back of her drawer from her college days that now fit a bit snugly, and a pair of flip-flops that she only wore around the house and to the beach.
At this point, it wasn’t a party per se, but more of a meeting to plan the upcoming fundraiser. Hawk told her that all of the brothers were required to attend this meeting and participate on the day of the event.
She looked around. There sure was a lot of them and there were a lot of women here as well. A few wore these “cuts,” too. Though, their patches said “Property of” at the top, then had what she assumed was a club member’s name at the bottom. Hawk had called it a “rocker.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t understand why any sane woman would want to be the property of anyone.
“
Babe,” she heard next to her. The low, gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine. And it wasn’t a bad shiver, either.
She turned her head to glance at Hawk, who was studying her. “Leather vests ain’t your style?”
She must have been openly wearing her thoughts on her face. “Can’t say it is. Though, not only the style but the meaning behind it.”
Hawk didn’t say anything, instead just lifted a bottle of beer to his lips and took a long pull. Kiki watched his throat undulate and felt her pussy do the same thing.
It was just insane, but this man, this biker, turned her on like no other had ever done before. Even her ex-husband, who was a pretty handsome guy.
A single look from Hawk could make her quiver. His deep, rough voice made her wet and wanting. And his body...
Her heart pounded in her chest and warmth ran through her belly to land in her core.
For now, the awesome sex they had was worth dealing with his misogynist ways, but she didn’t know how long she’d be able to put up with it.
The one good thing about him though, besides his skills in bed, was there was nothing superficial or slimy about the man. What you saw was what you got.
And what she got the past couple of weeks was a whole lot of wet panties and erotic dreams.
A shout came from the one end of the pavilion. “Everyone’s ass here?”
Hooting and hollering rose up from the picnic tables that filled the covered, concrete area.
Kiki noticed most of the men sat on top of the tables, their knees spread, with a woman—their woman?—sitting on the bench in between their legs. Just the way Hawk sat with her. Though, there seemed to be a lot of men without a woman, too. One table was overrun with what Kiki could only imagine were strippers. She knew about the gentlemen’s club the DAMC ran. She frowned in the direction of the overly made-up and under-dressed women, which wasn’t missed by the man sitting above her on the table and his low chuckle rumbled over her.
“Hawk, get up here an’ do your thing,” the man shouted again.
He pushed to his booted feet and surprised her when he planted a kiss on the top of her head before walking away. “Be back, babe. Stay here.”
Where else was she going? He had brought her here on the back of his bike. It was the first time she’d ever been on a motorcycle. Though, she had to admit the ride was exhilarating, and holding on tightly to Hawk was just as exciting. She could see herself enjoying a long ride out into the country while being plastered against the large man on a beautiful day. So, unless she called an Uber, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Within less than a minute, Hawk’s voice boomed across the pavilion. “This is what we got so far... Sophie an’ Bella’s doin’ a bake sale. Dawg’s girls are doin’ a kissin’ booth an’ settin’ up a tent for private lap dances.”
Cat calls and whistles echoed through the courtyard and the women at the strippers’ table all stood up, grabbed their breasts and shook them, then waved and blew kisses.
Oh good lord.
Private lap dances? At a fundraiser for vets? Kiki’s eyes bugged out and she searched the crowd to see if anyone else thought that was odd. Nope, just her.
She sighed.
“Gonna have kegs set up for beer.”
Oh shit. Alcohol and a bevy of bikers. She pressed the heel of her palm into her eye socket and sighed again.
“Gonna have Jag head a Poker Run.” Whatever that was.
“Nash’s band’s gonna play. Crow’s gonna set up a spot to do some tats. Anything else?”
“Gonna have a pig roast an’ Mama Bear’s gonna get some other food together to sell. An’ Ace is gonna donate some shit from the pawn shop for a silent auction,” the tall, slightly older man next to Hawk said loudly.
“Yeah, that, too. Got the grounds rented. Gotta get notice out, especially to other clubs in the area. Make it big. Bring in some heavy scratch. Gotta work hard an’ make me look good in front of my woman, the club’s new lawyer. Show her what a difference we can make in this community.”
His woman?
“What?” she whispered.
All eyes landed on her and Kiki felt the blood drain from her face. She turned her gaze back to Hawk, but he ignored her.
“Keeks’ gonna set up a table an’ take donations for answerin’ legal questions.”
She was?
Her mouth dropped open.
“Anyone got any other ideas, bring ‘em to me ASAP.”
“You heard the man. Now, enough of that shit.” The man next to Hawk jumped up on a nearby picnic table and yelled, “Let’s get down an’ dirty!”
The stomping of boots, whistling, hooting and shouts of “’til dead” went up, making Kiki wince at the loudness of it.
That was the extent of their planning? They all gathered for that two-minute speech?
Suddenly everyone was scattering over the courtyard, hitting the kegs that had been set up near the fence and from somewhere, she had no idea where, a band started warming up on what seemed like a makeshift stage on the other side of the bonfire.
Good lord, she was suddenly in the midst of a real biker party. Her heart raced.
“Pierce.”
Kiki twisted her neck and her eyes rose up the tall tattooed man that had been standing by Hawk. “What?”
“I’m Pierce, club prez. Heard ‘bout you but hadn’t needed your services. Hopin’ not to any time soon.”
She noticed the President patch on the front of his cut. She plastered on a smile. He was the head of her biggest clientele after all. “Nice to meet you, Pierce.”
Kiki tried to get up, but he was standing so close she had a hard time climbing out from between the picnic table and its attached bench. Suddenly his hand was on her arm, hauling her onto her feet.
Without letting her go, his gaze roamed her from head to toe. Kiki shivered, but this time it wasn’t a good one. Pierce’s look was predatory.
“My VP landed himself a hot piece of ass.”
Kiki’s body jerked and she gasped as Pierce’s hand was knocked off her elbow and Hawk’s firm grip replaced it. “Thanks, brother, for lookin’ out for her. Got it from here,” was his low rumble.
There was no mistaking the older man’s jaw getting tight and Kiki’s eyes jumped from Pierce’s tense body to Hawk’s. They were having a stare down.
This was not good.
Kiki covered her mouth and coughed out a word that sounded like “probation” causing Hawk’s eyes to drop to her, breaking the standoff.
She smiled at Hawk. “Pierce was just telling me—”
“Yeah,” he cut her off. “Let’s go inside an’ get you a drink. Doubt you wanna beer.”
Kiki looked at a miffed Pierce who still stood staring at the two of them, hands on his hips.
“Yes, that might be a good idea,” she murmured.
Hawk snaked an arm around her shoulders, yanked her against his side and took off striding through the courtyard. In flip flops, Kiki struggled to keep up. She pulled back. “Hang on, you’re walking too fast.”
“Keep up, babe. Or I’m gonna plant my fist in that fucker’s face.”
“Why would you punch him?”
“Touched you.”
“Yes, but only—”
Hawk abruptly stopped and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to his. “He. Touched. You.”
Okay, then! Someone was feeling a bit strongly about it. “Just my elbow,” she whispered.
“Ain’t gonna touch a single hair on your fuckin’ head. Got me? Not a single... fuckin’... one.”
“Is he dangerous?” Kiki tried to look back from where they came, but Hawk was having none of that and tightened his grip on her chin.
“I will be if he touches you again.” His eyes dropped to her chest. “Buy some bigger tees. Shirt’s too tight across your tits.”
“I hardly wear T-shirts.”
“Right. You can wear mine.”
“I would swim in yours.”
“Good.
”
Kiki sighed as he began to propel her to the side entrance to the clubhouse. He yanked the door open and with a hand on her ass pushed her inside.
She stopped just inside the door and surveyed the large common area which was not nearly as nice as The Iron Horse side. And the public side was no five-star place, either.
A long bar, similar to the one at The Iron Horse, sat to her left along the wall. Pool tables were scattered to the right. An opening to a stairway was on the far wall going to who knows where. Dart boards hung on horribly decorated walls. She actually couldn’t tell if some of the motorcycle parts displayed were supposed to be decorations or if they were just a convenient but tacky way to store spare parts.
Couches that looked like they should be burned lined the exterior walls. She scrunched her nose up. She would not be cuddling up with Hawk on those couches any time soon. Or ever. In fact, she planned on giving them a wide berth.
Her gaze landed on what seemed to be restrooms at one end of the bar. One door was marked “dicks” and the other “chicks.” She rolled her eyes.
“Hawk.”
“Yeah, babe,” Hawk answered.
She lifted a hand toward the bathrooms. “I need to use the facilities.”
She noticed his lips roll in and his face get tight like he was struggling to keep his composure.
“Sure, babe. Use the facilities. Meet me at the bar. I’ll get you a whiskey.”
“Neat.”
“Yeah, neat.” He snorted and shook his head, lumbering off toward a group of people who gathered at the other end of the bar. She didn’t miss the fact that there was a very pretty woman with long, dark hair behind the bar serving drinks.
Kiki tried not to let the jealousy bug bite her. Nothing to be jealous about, she reminded herself as she rushed toward the women’s room.
She shoved the door open and—
“Oh, excuse— Oooh! Damn...”
An extremely large man with a very pale ass had what she guessed was a woman pinned against the wall. He looked like Hawk’s brother but she couldn’t be sure since she couldn’t see his face. He wore a cut with all the patches like Hawk’s and his jeans hung down around thick thighs. Kiki couldn’t see the woman since the man was so much bigger, but she certainly could hear her. And there was no doubt she was enjoying every powerful pump of that very pale, but muscular ass.
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