“Yeah.”
As they stepped in the hallway, a cacophony of noise enveloped them: laughter, squeals, moans, punching hard rock music. Cara held Hawk’s hand as they descended the stairs to the insanity below.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hawk led Cara through a crowd of people as they made their way to the yard to get some food. The smell of tobacco and weed hung heavy in the air, and the dense smoke made it difficult for Cara to see in front of her. Hawk guided her to the long buffet table where heaps of baby back ribs filled aluminum tins. Cara licked her lips while the ribs’ hickory scent teased her stomach. She was ravenous.
After filling their plates, she and Hawk found a spot at one of the many long wooden tables set up outside. Biting into the succulent ribs, Cara savored the robust barbecue sauce and finished her half-rack of ribs in no time. As she came back to the table with her second helping of food, several of the members at the table slid their eyes over her. Slipping in next to Hawk, she ignored them. A couple of the members stared at her breasts, making Hawk stiffen beside her. Cara didn’t want any problems so she wiped her mouth, pulled off some meat from one of her barbecued ribs, turned to Hawk, and said, “Open up, honey.”
When he opened his mouth, she put the meat along with her finger into his mouth. Closing his mouth over the digit, he licked the sauce off before she moved her finger in and out of his mouth. Leaning in close to him, she replaced her finger with her lips and kissed him deeply in front of the brothers. Hawk pulled her closer, kissed her, and patted her thigh. After seeing the exchange between Hawk and Cara, the members averted their glances away from her. Cara smiled. Mission accomplished.
While they were eating, Jax came over. “Good to see you guys. I didn’t think you were coming. How do you like our party, Cara?”
“The food is good. The jury is still out on the party. I’ll let you know later.”
“Fair enough.”
“Jax, can you stay here with Cara while I go and get some drinks?” Hawk asked.
“Sure.”
Hawk came back with a bottle of vodka, a bottle of tonic, a glass of limes, and a twelve-pack of Coors. Jax caught the beer Hawk threw his way, and while Jax and Hawk talked, Cara surveyed the scene around her. Some men staggered around the yard with their arms around women, who had very little on, while other men laughed, talked, and smoked in groups. Several drunk women swayed to the music of AC/DC as it rocked the club, and in the darker corners of the yard, women gave blowjobs to the members. Hawk was right. I’ve never been to a party like this. It makes the frat parties I went to during college seem tame.
Bending down, Hawk pulled Cara up and pressed her close to him. He lowered his head, then kissed her, plunging his tongue halfway down her throat as he groped her ass. Startled, she pushed back. “What the fuck? Why are you pulling away from me?” he demanded, his eyes flashing.
“I didn’t mean to. You took me by surprise, that’s all,” she said.
“Fuck, woman, I don’t want you pulling away from me. I want to fuckin’ kiss you, so kiss me now.”
Pissed at his brusqueness, Cara stiffened, then kissed him while looking behind his shoulder at a group of members who watched them and a peroxide blonde who glared at her. The blonde had one of her tits out of her top while a member played with it. This is surreal.
Hawk hugged her tightly as several of the brothers cheered and clapped. This must be some barbarian rite of passage in the biker world. Deciding to humor Hawk because this seemed to be important to him in front of his club, she squeezed him back, but she hoped, for his sake, he didn’t take it too far and unleash her anger.
“How are ya doin’, little lady?” Banger said to Cara.
Cara smiled warmly at Banger. She liked this weathered biker who had a good heart. “Not too bad. How goes it with you?”
“Fuck, I’m still here, ain’t I?” He and Cara laughed.
“The food was very good, especially the ribs.”
“The old ladies made the grub. Speaking of that, I don’t know if Hawk mentioned it, but I’d like you to teach Kylie how to make your spaghetti sauce and give her some basic tips on cooking. Shit, that girl don’t know nothin’ when it comes to the kitchen.”
“Hawk did mention it, and I’d be pleased to help her out. Maybe she can come by sometime this coming week? I’ll be hanging here for a few days.”
“I’ll tell Hawk when, and he can set it up with you,” Banger replied. He jerked his head as a twenty-something woman walked by dressed in a tie-dye thong, bikini top and cowboy boots. Banger’s blue eyes lit up like a blowtorch as he licked his lips.