Hawk’s jaw clenched. His eyes danced.
“So, if you were to cheat,” Priest went on evenly, “I would have no other option than to kill you.”
Hawks lips tightened and he bared his teeth. “Big talk, Priest.” A grin widened across his face. Midge shook with his whitening knuckles on the green felt of the table.
Priest said, “So, Hawk, you want to play that hand again, or is there maybe something you maybe feel you ought to share with us. Something tucked in your right cuff perhaps?”
Hawk’s buckles jingled and the leather creaked as he stood. All of the bikers’ chairs slid back and they all rose immediately. Hawk reached into his sleeve. The left sleeve, though, not the right.
“Why don’t we share this, motherfucker.”
He produced a long, wide, glinting blade.
Chairs scraped on the floor. The other bikers all moved back to clear space. Priest didn’t move. He stayed sat in his seat and his eyes stayed on Hawk’s. Hawk held the blade towards him. The tip pointed at Priest’s face.
“I’ll have this end,” Hawk growled, “You can have the other,” and he waved the blade.
Beanie was near, and he made a move towards Hawk. With no sign of hurry, Priest lifted a hand. Beanie stopped. Priest took an easy step around the table to Hawk. Hawk turned to keep his face to Priest. The point of the knife stayed aimed at Priest’s nose.
Hawk shifted his grip on the handle and Priest paused in front of him. Priest’s expression softened and his voice quieted. “We don’t pull weapons in the clubhouse, Hawk.”
“You call a man a cheat, Priest, you’ll need to back it up.”
“You know I’m ready to do that, Hawk,” Priest’s tone was mild. Easy. He was cool and like he was talking to a small child with behavior issues. “You want to make a beef, we can take it to the barn.”
Hawk snarled, “You afraid to fight me like a man, Priest?”
“No, Hawk,” Priest’s tone was gentle, almost kindly, “If that’s what you want, that’s how we’ll settle it. Man to man and hand to hand.” He held Hawk’s eye. “Not with blades, though. And not in the clubhouse.”
Hawk looked back at him. His grip moved on the knife handle and the blade twitched. It swished as it cut through the air when he pulled the blade down by his side.
Priest’s smile was gentle. “The barn then, Hawk?” Hawk nodded.
Priest stretched his arm towards the door and his body turned. Hawk lunged with the blade forwards.
Beanie brought his hands down fast on Hawk’s arm. He held the forearm and twisted it back. Hawk jerked and his arm flew up. The blade flashed as it arced in the low light. Beanie’s head snapped back as the cutting edge swished and it passed his face.
He twisted Hawk’s arm hard. The big knife fell and clattered to the floor.
Beanie’s lips tightened as he held his grip on Hawk’s arm. Veins pumped on Hawk’s red face as he stared into Beanie’s eye. He was a lot wider and heavier than Beanie.
Priest smiled and laid a big hand gently on Hawk’s shoulder. “A bout on the canvas is just the relaxation you need.”
The other bikers watched Hawk. One had scooped up the knife and it was out of sight now. Their eyes all flicked to Beanie, like they were seeing him in a new light.
I certainly was.
Priest held the door open. His voice raised and it was like a rumble of distant thunder. “A’ight. We end this. Now.”
Chapter 6
SMOKE THICKENED THE DARK air in the high barn. Muffled echoes swelled as bikers shuffled in from the clubhouse. They sensed the fight in the air. The smoky darkness crackled with electricity.
At the far end of the long barn, Priest paced and prowled around the perimeter of a low platform. Stripped out of his shirt, his powerful muscles rippled under the storybook of ink that ranged over the ridges of his torso. His hands were wrapped tight in white linen tape.
A sheen caught the light as the damp skin on his six-pack rolled with his easy prowl. As Priest’s muscles flexed, my breath caught in my throat. A pungent, earthy musk wafted on the air.
Jascinta’s honeyed voice in my ear startled me. “Careful what you wish for, Belle.” Her eyes smoldered. I couldn’t tell if she was giving me a warning me for my own sake, or if she had an agenda of her own.
My knees felt weak and I was drawn to the stage. The little skirt seemed more inadequate than ever now and I felt the air move around the tops of my thighs. It was a shock to realize how hot I was down there. And how wet. My mouth was dry and I licked my lips. Probably too much.
Hawk was off the podium to one side. Stripped to the waist, his massive chest heaved and glistened. Angular patterns of ink on the bulges of his pecs and his rippling biceps were frosted with tiny drops of moisture.
Under his dark, heavy brow, his hard eyes swept the room and penetrated the smoky gloom.
He pulled strips of tape taught over his knuckles and his big hands. Over the thickness of his neck and the mounds of his shoulders, an angry rash spread in a ‘V’ down his back. His arms and his chest were massive. As he limbered up, his movements were angular, explosive jolts.
Bikers crowded the front of the platform. Beanie hung at the edge. Midge skulked alone in the shadows by the wall. I was pressed in the crowd but still I pushed forwards, drawn by the tension.
Priest kept his eyes downwards, but the surge around him was clearly a home crowd. A rustle waved through the throng and my thighs trembled as Hawk’s bulk bounded up onto the platform.
He was thicker, taller and heavier than Priest, by a lot. The two men circled each other. It looked like the beginning of a long dance.
Then Hawk lunged and slung a fast backhand at Priest. Priest moved back to dodge and Hawk slammed a fist in his path.
Caught on the side of the head, Priest faltered as he moved back. He retreated fast. Hawk moved in with one hand out and a fist cocked.
Priest was ready and powered a low blow into Hawk's stomach. Hawk didn't falter and lashed out straight at Priest's jaw. Priest dodged him, but he had to retreat once more.
Carlie slid in through the knot of bikers at the edge of the podium. She wriggled as she passed each man. Tense furrows creased the foreheads of the bikers and they shouted, waved their fists. All the men that I heard were shouting for Priest.
Carlie squeezed her way to the front. Still almost naked under the bike jacket, the shreds of her sheer panties hung from her hips. She leaned forward with her hands on the podium. She shouted encouragement to Priest. At least, that was what it sounded like. Her words were unrecognizable and her mouth slackened open.
Priest was still dodging. He connected two savage blows, one on the side of Hawk’s head and another one hard on his chin. The bigger man barely registered the force.
Hawk’s eyes flashed and his movements sped up. He fired off jabs at a rattling rate. He didn't land many, but every contact he made rang in the dusty barn like a dark omen.
Carlie writhed and sprang like she was electrified. She squealed and her hands spread back over all the men nearby. Her legs were farther apart. Her ass rubbed and writhed against the bikers behind her.
She shouted every time Priest ducked or feinted. When Hawk got a fist on Priest, she howled and groaned.
The two men lunged at each other and collided to grapple. Rapid elbows and knees cannoned in and out of the four-legged bundle, until they rolled to the mat and over.
Priest was on top and slammed both fists at the side of Hawk's head. Hawk's forearm craned almost lazily up to knock Priest to the floor and Hawk rolled on top of him.
Priest's knee jerked into Hawk's gut. Hawk wrenched Priest's leg. Priest tried to roll Hawk over, but the man was too heavy.
Priest's wrist landed at the side of Hawk's temple. Hawk didn't even notice as he threw down his forearm at Priest's face. Priest jerked and barely evaded him.
Hawk bounced on Priest's chest. The thud and the wet, sinuous crunch were sickening. Carlie banged her fists on the
canvas and she yowled. The biker behind her rubbed the hard mound in his denims right into the crack of her pert ass.
Hawk's eyes stretched wider and wilder. They bulged, bloodshot and his lips curled back. He heard Carlie shout and slam her hand on the canvas and he started towards her.
Priest took the chance to slide himself free. As he hauled himself up to his feet, Hawk barely registered that he was moving. Then a manic fury lit his face and he puffed even redder.
Both arms came up and back, over his head. His hands were gripped. He was poised to bring his whole weight and strength down on Carlie. She looked up, frozen and her jaw sagged.
Priest swung his arms out to the left and clasped his hands together, like a southpaw at bat. He paused a spilt second and then swung.
Priest's two fists slammed the side of Hawk's throat. Hawk sagged like he'd been poleaxed. He swung on his knees and fell like a pine tree.
Hawk's head dropped towards the edge of the podium. Priest lunged forward to catch him. He gently turned the unconscious biker over and his ear went quickly to Hawk's chest.
Chapter 7
HAWK WAS CARRIED BACK into the clubhouse, to a room in he back with a cot. Carlie and Priest were more concerned bout him than anyone else. The anxiety on Carlie's face was touching, considering that he might have crushed her if Priest hadn't laid him out.
On the way to the room, I said to Priest, “Hawk got lost in a ’roid rage, right?”
He looked in my eyes like he was seeing me for the first time and he nodded. Some of Laurent’s card-playing buddies used anabolic steroids. The redness and the violent mood-swings were always the clues to stay out of the way, when they had been doing too many.
Jascinta had given the whole group of us some pretty intense looks as we closed the door to the room, but she made no move to join us.
My legs still trembled and my breath shook. Priest’s tenderness in caring for Hawk made me want to wrap my body around him and slide down the slopes of his pulsing muscles.
As Hawk groaned and blinked, his hard eye fixed on me and my hand went up to my throat, then through my hair. My hand shook as I reached for the bourbon bottle. I took a slug straight from the neck. Hawk’s jeans tightened from the huge bulge at the front. It stirred as I watched.
Beanie held Carlie’s shoulders and I handed her the bottle. As she took it, her hand touched mine. I almost jumped, I was so charged up and hyper-sensitive. Carlie gave me her pretty smile as she stroked Beanie’s ass and pulled him to her.
Priest’s voice was soft and low. “You okay, Hawk?”
“Yeah,” he leaned up on his elbows. “I guess the bout was yours, Priest. I got no beef about it.”
He shook his head and said, “I feel kind of an ass about the card game, bro.”
Priest said, “Hawk, it’s all done.” He paused for a moment. He looked into Hawk’s eyes. “You got to ride your own road, and I’m not one to judge. You might want to ease off on the ’roids, though.”
“I’ve been pushing the training some. Could be I’ve been overdoing it.” I melted a little when he said to Beanie, “You stepped up there, bro. Sorry about the blade.”
Carlie pressed back against Beanie. Priest said, “Didn’t go unnoticed, Beanie. Could be you earned your top rocker there.”
Priest’s dark eyes fixed me. My stomach dropped and my knees felt like they turned to liquid. He said, “Hawk’s still our guest. Might be time to do some earning yourself.”
I looked at him, not sure that I understood. His voice rumbled. “Hawk could do with having some hospitality demonstrated.” Hawk rose up. So did the bulge in his pants. Priest said, “If you felt so inclined.”
Watching Hawk’s huge chest as he stamped around the ring, feeling the shock of his powerful thighs as the floor shook, I was insanely turned on. During the fight, I watched as Carlie absently ran her hands all over the men around her. My hips squirmed and my thighs parted and flexed.
I wanted to do the same. To feel the bulk of an unfamiliar cock harden. Lengthen and thicken as I squeezed it and stroked. I yearned to feel my breasts press up against hard flesh. The sight of Hawk’s big, hard hands made me want to feel him force his way up my skirt. Up my thighs. Up me.
Now I was nervous and indecisive. My head was shaking, but it was only a reflex from the confusion. As my head shook, though, a light gleamed in Hawk’s eye. If I was, or if I seemed to be unwilling, the way he bared his teeth said that would be fine with him.
I let out a groan and took a small step back. Hawk grabbed my hair. I looked in his eyes as I said, “No.” But I didn’t move, except to lift the bottle to my lips. I put my other hand on Hawk’s chest to tell him I was in charge. It was meant to tell him, ‘no,’ but whenI felt the beat in his chest, that wasn’t the way I was thinking at all.
I made an elaborate show of sealing my lips around the neck of the bottle then slipping it in before I took a great gulp. Hawk’s hot breath and his scent intoxicated me.
The bourbon went off like a crackling string of firecrackers on my tongue, on the back of my mouth. It tipped a cascade of fire down my throat. Over Hawk’s shoulder I saw Priest watch me. Now, Hawk stood and dragged me by my hair, down onto my knees.
Carlie turned to Beanie with her hands on his chest. Beanie watched me as she stroked his chest. She slid her arms into his jacket, then she opened hers to press her big, bare breasts against him. His eyelids lowered, but he still kept looking at me.
Carlie didn’t mind. She slid down his legs.
Carlie hauled out Beanie’s cock, and I freed Hawk’s beast, almost like we were dancers with a rehearsed routine. I held Hawk’s hard, fat mast up straight and felt its pulses zing. I drank in the dark musk from his velvety ridges as I licked him from head to sac.
Hawk’s thighs parted wider and he pulled my mouth over the slick, bulging head. The smoky tang of precum slid along my tongue as he forced the hot shaft into the back of my throat.
My eyes were wide and sweet saliva gushed like a faucet as he jammed his bulb into the soft, wet contractions of my neck. To my side, Carlie had her mouth wide and her lips all the way down over Beanie’s pole. Her nose nuzzled in his wiry pubes and her head ducked along him.
From the corner of my eye, I saw that even while he gasped and groaned, Beanie still watched me. Hawk jerked my head savagely on his cock and drove it into my throat without hesitation. He took what he wanted and that was all.
He leaned over to slide his hands down my t-shirt. When his fingers got tangled at the scooped neck, he just ripped the shirt. He pulled me up so that my breasts pressed against the bulging denim on his thighs.
My nipples stung and elongated from the friction. I pulled on them, hard. Hawk’s hands went back into my hair and he gripped as he slammed his hips into my reddening wet face. His balls bounced under my chin.
As he pushed in even harder, he leaned over to smack my ass and my tits. At each strangled yelp from my throat, every time my neck contracted on his pulsing cock, he rammed himself harder, deeper into my face.
He growled as he piled harder and I felt my front teeth drag into the skin at his haft. He roared like a burned bear and his big hand whacked against the side of my head.
It jerked me sideways, and my vision and hearing were momentarily blurred. I looked up and saw Hawk’s neck was swollen and red. His eyes blazed.
I was unsteady on my knees and my arms waved uselessly. He gripped my hair at the back of my head with one hand. The other hand raised high above his head.
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