Hawk (Fallen Gliders MC Book 2)

by Lynn Burke

  I strode into the bar without a thought of consequence for what I was about to do.

  Hawk

  “Here ya go.” The bartender set a shot of whiskey in front of me, pulling me from reliving my life the past two miserable days since first seeing the little butterfly.

  I dipped my head in thanks and downed my drink, my thoughts grim, half-depressed by the lack of fucks I had to give about almost everything except that little butterfly I hadn’t been able to find since she’d driven away earlier that afternoon.

  On top of the lack of fucking depressing me, our club numbers had been steadily declining across the States. If the drug business end of our club wasn’t so fucking lucrative, Jonny probably would have shut our chapter down—and I wouldn’t have blamed him.

  Someone with a bullhorn announced a wet t-shirt contest, and while my brothers catcalled their appreciation of the coming contest, I sat waiting for another shot, a scowl on my face.

  My fucking balls ached.

  Young twenty-somethings climbed onto the other end of the bar. Buckets of water sloshed down over them as the male patrons continued to hoot and holler.

  I returned my gaze to the empty shot glass in front of me.

  “Goddamn, look at those tits,” Jonny said, his voice loud enough I could hear him.

  A glance up revealed the women parading toward us, one by one, their shirts plastered over fake and real tits alike as they stepped over sweating mugs and bottles. The woman at the bar’s end, the final contestant from what I could see through the sashaying and jiggling bodies topping the wooden slab, had a long mane of red-brown hair.

  I leaned forward, leaned back, trying to catch a glimpse of her face as my cock swelled at the thought of the little butterfly.

  A break in the swaying bodies, and her gray-green gaze landed on my face. Flashing eyes. Wide smile. Joy and a whole lot of fucking lust.

  Boom.

  Just like fucking that, all blood raced to my cock. “Goddamn,” I said, elbowing Jonny.

  “The fuck?”

  “It’s her.” I nodded with my chin toward where I’d seen the little butterfly, desperate for another glimpse.

  “The woman you’ve been lusting after and keep losing in the crowd?” he asked with a laugh.

  “Fuck you.” I all but growled the word.

  “You said she’s a Silent Demon’s old lady,” Jonny said, his voice raised as he leaned toward me.

  I shoved a hand through the long hair atop my head. “Yeah.”

  “You sure she’s his old lady?”

  I strained my neck, cussing about the crowd between my teeth. “Kinda young, so maybe not, but still. I’m not touching a Silent Demon’s whore.”

  Another break in the action allowed me an eyeful of the woman who had my balls twisted into knots the previous two days.

  Water poured down over her chest and the white tank clinging to her pert tits as she held her cell phone high overhead to protect it. The bartender dumped another over her chest, and butterfly’s dark nipples strained against the soaked fabric.

  Lips parted, she turned and followed the parading women ahead of her, tucking her phone in her back pocket. Like a proud peacock, she pranced along, her eyes clear, unfazed by alcohol.

  “Fuck.” I growled again, glaring at the men packed in the bar, knowing they lusted after butterfly’s perfect rack. “Fuck!”

  Jonny shot a glance at me as the second woman in line leaned down and shook her tits in his face. “The fuck is your problem?”

  I stood, my hands fisting against my thighs, unable to explain the jealousy raging through my body, pumping adrenaline through me.

  My cock didn’t give two fucks the little butterfly was an untouchable or that her man might be in the crowd whistling after her. The fact she was off limits to me made my balls ache all the more. I needed to get my dick wet, the sooner the better. A warm, willing hole…

  I adjusted myself but couldn’t get rid of the fucking scowl denting my brow.

  Butterfly drew closer, her tightened nipples and juicy ass snaring my glare as she spun and tossed her hair. Her gaze never left my face. That fucking silence muffled everything as we stared at each other.

  The other contestants hopped off the bar to my left in my peripheral vision, but I only had eyes for the little butterfly.

  Still standing, hands still fisted, I waited as she drew near, knowing my life teetered on some fucking cliff.

  Her smile widened, and she stepped right off the fucking bar without hesitation, falling toward me.

  My arms reacted before my brain processed she’d thrown herself at me, and her softness landed against my chest. Her sweet breath fanned my face as I drowned in her sparkling eyes. The subtle scent of apples filled my nose.

  Fuck the world and fuck my life. I needed a taste.

  I took her mouth, demanding entry with my tongue the second her soft lips touched mine. I saw fucking stars. Thrusting in brought a groan to my chest, and she yanked hold of my hair while wrapping her legs around my waist.

  One hand palming her ass cheek, the other fisting in her long hair, I devoured her mouth, mimicking what my throbbing cock wanted to do between her thighs. Plundering every inch.

  Mad fucking lust.

  Someone slapped my back. “Take it someplace else,” Jonny hollered as the bar’s racket filtered through the ringing in my ears. “We won’t be back to the hotel for a couple hours.”

  I tore my lips from hers, panting, my entire body shaking. “Do me a favor, Jonny,” I hollered to him. “Crash in Digger’s room tonight.”

  The little butterfly stared up at me, moist lips swollen, eyes wide but still twinkling.

  “Let’s go.”

  I read her lips more than heard her over the continued catcalls and hoots. She slid her legs down from my waist, but I wasn’t so quick to release my hold on her ass.

  Lacing her fingers through mine, she flashed a dazzling smile up at me. She moved toward the door, tugging me along.

  I shot a glance at Jonny.

  He lifted his shot of whiskey, a grin I hadn’t seen for a long fucking time lighting his eyes. “Enjoy!” he hollered.

  Fucking planned on it.

  Turning, I allowed her to lead me out of the bar and into the night.

  Janie

  My heart thumped in my chest, and I fingered my lips while shoving through the bar’s crowd, the taste of Hottie still on my tongue. Goddamn, the man could kiss. My panties had to be soaked through, and the frayed jean shorts hugging my curves, too.

  Pussy pulsing with the need for the hard length I’d felt pressed against me, I stalled out once we reached the sidewalk.

  Hottie took over, tugging me to our left.

  Giggling and shaking legs light, I hurried after his long strides. I didn’t give two shits where he took me as long as he took me. Fast. Hard. In some dark alley, under a fucking streetlight … I just needed his cock deep inside of me. I’d always been crazy in my mind for excitement and sex while manic, but never with such desperation.

  The Fallen Glider’s logo on his back didn’t even hinder my step or mindset. A sergeant at arms patch revealed more about his nature, but again, I didn’t give two shits.

  He climbed onto an old, black Harley and met my gaze, his hazel eyes sending another rush of moisture onto the soaked cotton strip of my panties. One brow cocked, he tipped his head, indicating I could climb on behind him.

  My choice.

  I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know me.

  Body flushed through with heat, I laughed and threw a leg over his bike, wrapping my arms around him, my hands fishing beneath his flapped-open colors and tight, white t-shirt.

  The beast rumbled to life, and he pulled away from the curb.

  Hard abs met my wandering fingertips, up over his huge pecs, down along the narrowed waist to the band of his leather pants.

  Hottie reached the highway and tore off in the opposite direction of where our hotel sat. Closing my eyes
and crowding close, I breathed in the scent of leather and his musky cologne as the wind whipped at my hair.

  I reached between his thighs and slid my palm down over the hard cock nestled against his right thigh. My mouth flooded with drool as my pussy spasmed.

  He sped up, and I grinned, my cheek smooshed against the Fallen Gliders logo on his back.

  Every time a high caught me up in its clutches, I turned into a nympho, but nothing like the wildness consuming me. One thrust of his huge cock, and I would set off like a dozen fireworks exploding at once. A mere flick of his tongue…

  I moaned and tried to rub against him—the bike vibrating between my thighs—anything to get me off. “Fuck.” I moaned again, so fucking close my toes tingled in readiness.

  Hottie slowed, and I opened my eyes to find he’d taken us to another hotel.

  He parked and shut off the bike, the sudden silence ringing in my ears.

  I hopped off the bike and fought to not fidget in a dance to contain my need to come as he climbed off. At his full height, he easily towered over me by a foot.

  “Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand, his low voice rumbling and unsteady.

  Biting my inner lip against the giddiness making my stomach flutter with giggles, I hurried after him.

  He slid a card key into the slot by a door and pulled me in after him.

  I should have been scared. Should have worried I’d allowed a complete stranger—maybe a sicko murderer—take me back to his room, but I couldn’t find a single fuck to give.

  With a flick of his wrist at the light switch, the hotel room came into focus, but the next second, he yanked me against him, slamming me against the closed door.

  An oomph left my lips, and he swallowed it down while devouring my mouth. My pulse raced as I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground my throbbing pussy against his cock.

  Too many fucking clothes…

  Hottie wrapped his arms around me and strode toward the bed, his mouth searing kisses along my jaw, behind my ear. “Christ, do you smell good.”

  He tossed me on the bed, and I bounced with a squeak and giggle, my gaze glued to his body as he yanked off his colors. I tore off my soaked tank and shimmied out of my shorts and panties as he ripped his t-shirt off overhead.

  “Goddamn,” he all but growled while pulling a condom from his back pocket. His gaze glued to my soaked folds, he shoved his leathers down to his knees. “Come here.”

  I scooted close, propping my feet on the edge of the bed, legs splayed wide. “Hurry.” Lower lip between my teeth, I gripped the comforter alongside my hips and waited the agonizing three seconds it took him to roll the rubber down his huge cock. Thick, veined, and angry-red, but I didn’t fear his fitting inside of me. I was a sopping mess.

  He pressed the head of his cock against my opening and grasped my raised knees, gaze on my eyes. One fucking thrust seated him fully inside of me, bowing my back off the bed.

  “Oh fuck!” I shrieked, my eyelids shut against the luscious burn, the invasion I needed more than oxygen.

  He pulled out to the head. “Look at me.”

  Panting, hanging on by a mere thread to sanity, I did as told.

  “I’ve been dreaming about fucking this cunt since I first saw you two days ago.” Hottie slammed balls-deep into me again, and tingles raced up my legs as I clutched the comforter. I held his gaze, lost in the lust shimmering in his eyes. “Burying myself deep inside of you.” He pulled out, head and all before ramming back in. “Hitting your womb…” Another full-length thrust settled the tingles in my lower stomach. “Making you fucking mine.”

  “Fuck!” I shrieked and writhed as my climax stole my breath, my mind, my body.

  His fingers bruised the insides of my thighs as he held me wide and slammed into me over and over, grunting and growling like an animal as my pussy tried to pull him deeper.

  “Oh, God, yes!” I grabbed his wrists as another climax swept over me, arching my back. Head thrashing to the side, lips parted, I panted, heart racing.

  “Christ!” he hollered and slammed deep, the head of his cock pulsing against my cervix.

  “Oh, my God. My God…” I heard myself whispering between gasps of breath.

  He growled and released his hold on my legs and leaned down, capturing my mouth.

  Mind. Fucking. Blown.

  I’m in deep shit…

  He was still buried inside of me as his kiss turned languid, his tongue tracing the inside of my mouth, my lips as his hot, hard body rested against mine. He hummed as though enjoying the taste of me, his hands tangling in my hair as his lips and tickling beard trailed along my jaw again to nuzzle under my ear.

  Heart still hammering in my chest, I ran my hands up his back and wrapped my shaking legs around his waist.

  “Fuck.” I groaned the word as a shudder rippled down through me.

  He felt so fucking good inside of me, pressed against me, the scent of male and sex swarming my nose.

  Lifting onto his hands to plank above me swept air-conditioned coolness over my sweat-dampened skin. A slow smirk wrinkled the tanned skin at the corners of his beautiful eyes.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I said, lifting my fingers to his beard.

  “So are you,” he murmured, his low voice an aphrodisiac to every cell in my body.

  His cock remained hard and against my womb as we stared at each other in the silence.

  My mind gained control over my body again and began to race—all good things. Wild thoughts, images of his fucking me every which way from Sturgis all the way back east.

  “I’ve been calling you little butterfly in my head since I first saw you…”

  “Janie,” I answered his unasked question.

  “My brothers call me Hawk.”

  I raised a brow and smirked. “What’s your real name?”

  “Shit.” He tensed for a second and backed off a bit, pulling half his length from my pussy. I squeezed my inner muscles, desperate to keep him inside of me. His turn to raise a brow as he slid deep once more.

  I moaned as a shudder rippled through me. “Don’t distract me. Tell me your name.”

  “Robin.”

  Slapping a hand over my mouth didn’t stop the giggles.

  He frowned, pulled out, and slowly pressed back into my soaked, sensitive pussy.

  “Robin,” I breathed his name, still smiling as I tugged him down by the back of his neck.

  “Hawk,” he stated, staring into my eyes and thrusting again.

  “I’ll call you whatever the hell you want as long as you keep fucking me like this.”

  A growl rumbled his chest as he pulled away, leaving my pussy gaping and grasping at nothing.

  “What?” I sat up.

  “This fucking condom won’t take another ball’s worth of my cum.” Hawk yanked up his leather pans around his thighs and stumbled toward the bathroom.

  I laid back, grinning like a fool who just allowed a complete stranger to fuck her like the world was about to end.

  “Shit.” I scrambled for my jean shorts and grabbed my cell phone from the back pocket.

  The toilet flushed as I shot off a text to Tasha while sitting on the edge of the bed again: OMG he’s amazing! Tell my dad I’m in bed if he asks plz?

  She immediately texted back a “yes” along with a heart-eyed emoji, and my shoulders relaxed. How many times had I covered for her ass?

  THANKS! I quickly typed as the bathroom door squeaked open.

  “Everything okay?” Hawk asked, his cock still upright and bobbing against his lower abs. He’d stripped completely, and I trailed my gaze down over his powerful thighs, bulging calf muscles and back up. He held another condom in his left hand.

  I licked my lips. “Yeah,” I said, my voice scratchy and needy. “Just letting my friends know they shouldn’t wait up for me.” I tossed my cell behind me onto the bed and crooked my finger. “Come here.”

  He crowded between my spread thighs, and I grabbed hold of his ass c
heeks, pulling his cock closer to my mouth. One swipe of my tongue over his slit, and he tossed the condom packet onto the bed beside me and fisted my hair.

  “Open up, little butterfly.”

  I stretched my jaw, but his girth demanded more as he slid between my lips. “Mmm.” Squeezing my thighs together at the rush of arousal, I peered up at him as he bottomed out against the back of my throat.

  “Fuck,” he whispered harshly, pulled out, and slid back in. “You look so hot swallowing my cock.”

  I relaxed my jaw and throat, allowing him to go deeper.

  He groaned, and salty pre-cum coated my tongue as he backed out.

  Wanting more, I tightened my lips around the head of his cock.

  “Greedy,” he murmured, pulling on my hair. “I like that.” He rammed down my throat, and I gagged, instant tears leaking from the corner of my eyes.

  “More,” I whispered as he pulled away.

  “Fuck.” He held my head steady between his hands and gagged me again, his balls slamming against my chin, wetness without doubt smearing mascara down my cheeks.

  I moaned encouragement around his cock and released one hand from his ass to slide my fingers down over my clit.

  “You want to come again?” he asked while fucking my tonsils.

  “Mmm,” I hummed around his length.

  He pulled his cock from my mouth and shoved me back with a hand between my breasts. Dropping to his knees, his face disappeared between my thighs.

  “Oh, God!” I grabbed hold of his head and wrapped my legs around his shoulders as he lapped up the wetness coating my swollen folds.

  His tongue rimmed my asshole, lifting me off the bed.

  “Fuck, yes…” I groaned as he licked up through my slit to my clit, his soft beard sending shudders down through me. He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue and wrapped his lips around the throbbing nub.

  I shattered as though I hadn’t had release in months, squeezing his head between my thighs, my fingers yanking on his hair as I tried to fuck his face.

  Gasping for breath, I didn’t want to release my hold on him, but he was ten times stronger than I was and pulled away.

  “On your knees, butterfly.”