Hawk: Roid Rage – A reverse harem MC romance (Steel Riders Book 2)

by Alice May Ball

  “HAWK!” Priest’s voice shocked the air and Hawk momentarily froze. He stretched his arm farther back to swing. The air rushed at my face ahead of his hand.

  It all felt like a slow-mo movie sequence. Through nothing but unbalance and lost coordination, I had slipped sideways. At once I felt the pain of my hair tearing in the back of my head and the hard breeze as Hawk’s fist missed my cheek by millimeters.

  Through it all was the grating noise of Hawk’s growls and roar. Just as suddenly, Hawk’s fingers fell open and his muscles all relaxed. Beanie stood behind him. He held a piece of two-by-four like a bat.

  On the sharp, angled edge near the end was a patch of dark red. Hawk turned unnaturally slowly. He lunged at Beanie. The wood made a dull thud and a crack as Beanie swung it under Hawk’s ear. Hawk’s head bobbed sideways, comically.

  Chapter 8

  “I WOULDN’T CALL, BRO, you know it,” Priest was talking to a contact at Hawk’s club, “We would just handle whatever occurred. You’d do the same. Only, we had to knock him out twice in less than an hour. If he’s here much longer, I’m worried you could be getting him back in a bag.” He paused, “Right. And as a guest here, I’d sooner say ‘so long’ while he’s still breathing… yeah… hospitality. Exactly.”

  In less than a half hour, two bikers arrived with a van to carry Hawk away. Fortunately he remained out cold the whole time.

  After Priest closed the door on them, he looked around at Carlie, Beanie and I. “I’d say we’re in need of some recuperative recreation.”

  Beanie looked at me and I felt the bottom of my stomach fall away through the floor. He asked me, “You okay, Belle?”

  “Sure I am, Beanie. A little shaken up is all.” My lip trembled as I reached for his hand.

  Priest opened his jeans and Carlie fell hungrily on the swollen, reddened beast that emerged from Priest’s hips. His eyes swept over my damp curves, while he stroked Carlie’s hair and she swallowed his sword.

  I held back. Wanting to just look in Beanie’s eyes a moment. Feel myself inside of his big arms. At the same time, my body was raging to get to it with Beanie. What was this, was I afraid of Beanie falling in love with me, or was it that I was frightened of me falling for him? Either way, here it was, so I let it be. His bulging, silky, golden thighs were too hot and delicious for me to resist any longer.

  I sat him down and slid my happy ass along the hard ridges of his golden thighs. I gasped aloud as I took the head of his cock into the opening of my wet petals. My buzzing lips gripped and slid over the thickness of his gorgeous shaft.

  My big, soft breasts enveloped his pretty head and I rode my ass down his cock until I felt his neat pubes tickle my bussing clit. The heat of my hips ground down into his pelvis and I held him close.

  All the time I fucked Beanie, my eyes were on Priest and Carlie. He stood and slung her, face down with her thighs over his shoulders. As she gobbled his grinding rod, he plunged his face into her tight, squirmy puss.

  Pounding down on Beanie’s cock, a brimming tide of pent-up energy bubbled, rose and overflowed as I realized I was envious of both of them. Equally. As much as I wished I had Priest’s wonderful weapon in my throat, I pined for the lips of Carlie’s soft, wet pussy.

  With my hands in my hair I shouted and yelled. While I gasped and squealed, first Carlie then Beanie and finally Priest all came. We all grabbed for each other as we rose and crested together. We became, right then, a single wet, sticky, noisy frenzy.

  Chapter 9

  NEXT MORNING A HOT, lazy breeze blew through the clubhouse. Deserted like a ghost town in a western, there were glasses on tables, jackets a pair of red high heels even, but nobody else in sight.

  I looked for coffee, but I had no idea how to work the machine. I didn’t want to wake any of the others, I was glad of a little morning time to myself. I should be making decisions and plans. Should I stay or should I go? Where next… all that.

  But I felt a calm afterglow. The climaxes of last night, in both senses, had brought me a kind of peace. A pause, a break in the battle. Here I felt like I was home. The people here, Beanie, Priest, Carlie, Crosscut, I felt like they got me. Even more, I felt like I was accepted. Like I could be myself and I didn’t have to pretend or apologize or find excuses.

  Wearing just my little skirt and the ripped open remains of my t-shirt, I stood on the deck and looked out over the desert in the morning light. From behind me inside, I heard the familiar sound of an annoying chirrup. My cellphone.

  How could that be? Back inside I found my bag and fished the phone out. It went to voicemail before I got to see the screen, but a shock like a physical blow hit me when I did read it.

  ‘Laurent.’

  As I sat, the beep for voicemail sounded.

  My fingers trembled as I pressed the button.

  The robot recording, “You have one new message. First message, sent today at ten fifty-seven,” then a beep. My heart banged hard when I heard Laurent’s voice.

  “Hey, Belle. How’s life in biker world?” That voice opened a hole inside of me. That breezy, giving-nothing-away bullshit voice. How in the living fuck did he know where I was? “I’ll be there in a couple of hours, doll. Stay sexy.”

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  CHOKE HOLD

  Beanie’s chuckle sent a shiver through me. Close-shaved swirls of his dark hair rasped on the insides of my hot, clenching thighs. I pulled his head tighter in. I trembled and vibrated where his strong lips pressed into me.

  In his hands, I felt my body completely possessed.

  Face down beside me, Carlie moaned louder into the wet pillow. Priest’s knuckles whitened as his fingers tightened in her hair. He hauled her ass higher and pulled her thighs farther apart. She jolted as his hand thwacked on her ass. His breath speeded up and it scraped like a saw.

  Beanie’s shoulders rolled beneath my calves and his big hands came up to explore. I squeezed my thighs together as another jet stream of sensation set my limbs quaking. His strong mouth, his wicked tongue propelled me.

  Our four voices melted into a whirl of gasps and groans. Beanie’s hooded gray eyes gleamed from between my thighs. Carlie’s wet mouth stretched wide and she moaned. I shook at the sight of pleading eyes.

  I touched her neck. My eyes clamped shut and my back arced.

  This long, hot night, all of us were wild. We clutched and clawed for escape and release. I threw myself into the melting pot of flesh, to be swallowed up by the fire of need. Wrung out and worn out. Consumed in the short break from the battle.

  The battle that I knew would resume, and soon.

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  © Alice May Ball, TzR Publishing, 2014 - 2018

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental.

  All the people portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen, and entirely imaginary. If you think that you know some of them, or that you may be one of them, then you should consider writing fiction yourself.

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