Luke and Missy stared awkwardly at Hawk.
“I’m not working tonight, and—”
“What you do on your own time is your business,” Hawk told Missy.
As she stepped from behind Hawk, Cara said, “Hiya, Luke.”
Luke’s face dropped when he saw Cara, and he darted his gaze from her to Hawk. “What are you doing here with him?” he asked.
“On a date, same as you.” She grinned.
Hawk put his arm around Cara’s shoulders and drew her close to him. When he kissed her head, Luke’s face turned so red, he looked like he would explode.
“Do your parents know you’re out with him?” Luke asked in disgust.
“My parents quit monitoring my dates when I got out of high school.”
“What about Eric? I bet he doesn’t know. Maybe I need to call him.”
“Go ahead. I think you should.” She leaned close to Luke’s ear and whispered, “I think my dad would love to know one of his associates made an ass of himself while he tongued a stripper at The Buckhorn. You know, very good for the firm’s public image.” She tossed her hair and circled her arm tighter around Hawk’s waist.
Luke’s face turned ashen. “You wouldn’t, would you?”
Staring at him, she said, “Yes, I would. Nice seeing you, Luke.”
Hawk walked away from the couple, his arm around Cara. He stopped at the exit, drew her into his hard chest and gave her a full-tongue kiss. From the corner of her eye, Cara observed the shock in Luke’s face as his eyes glued to them. Within earshot, Cara eavesdropped on Luke and Missy’s conversation.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Missy asked. “Do you know that lady?”
“Yeah, I know that lady.” Anger glowed in his eyes as he slammed his fist on the bar. “I can’t believe I lost her to a fucking lowlife biker. I’m pissed for blowing this. Fuck that bitch!”
“Am I missin’ something here, or are you havin’ this conversation with yourself?” she asked as she ran her hand up and down his thigh.
“Forget it, it’s not important. I was gearing up to win the lottery. I’ll just have to go hunting again, that’s all. Now, why don’t you help me forget that frigid bitch?” he said as Missy snickered while moving her hand closer to his crotch.
Shaking her head, Cara breathed a sigh of relief that she’d followed her instincts with that asshole.
As they left the restaurant, Hawk held Cara close to him. Luke’s eyes boring into him satisfied him. That fucker never had a chance with my wildcat. He could never satisfy her the way I do. She’s well rid of that asshole.
Hawk, breathing in the frosty air, started up his Harley. Cara’s warm arms wrapped around his waist and her head rested on his shoulder. The night was perfect: he had his woman with him to enjoy a great meal, he made pansy-ass feel like the pussy he was, he was going to give Cara the best fucking she’d ever had, and then he was going to stomp some Nomad asses. Yeah, a great night all around.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Before Cara closed Hawk’s door, he kissed the base of her throat and squeezed her tits. She kicked the door shut and wrapped her arms around Hawk’s neck, and as she kissed him her tongue pushed against his teeth, urging his mouth to let her in. Opening his mouth, her tongue delved inside, and he moaned as she twisted his hair in her fingers and drew his lips even closer to hers until there was no space between them.
“Fuck, baby. You want it bad, don’t you?” he breathed against her lips.
“Yeah, I need you,” she said seductively.
Hawk pushed her toward his bed, and she swiveled around and shoved him on it instead. Landing with a soft thud, surprise etched on his face. Cara pulled away from his grasp and, as she threw him a sultry look, she slowly unzipped her leather jacket and tossed it on the chair. Rubbing her fingertips up and down the sides of her body, she languidly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more skin with each opened button before she touched her neck and collarbone. Transfixed, Hawk readjusted his crotch to release some of the pressure from his raging hard-on.
With her blouse open, Cara brought her fingertips to her waist, eventually touching around her crotch, her red fingernails glistening under the lamplight. Lowering the zipper on her pants, she exposed black lace panties, and Hawk breathed in sharply. Their eyes locked, smoldering with desire before a devilish smile swept across her lips. She ever-so-slowly shimmied out of her pants and kicked them to the side then turned around and dropped her blouse on the floor. Her black lace bra looked like velvet against her creamy skin. Arching her back, she tousled her hair while she held Hawk’s gaze. Unhurriedly, she unclasped her bra hooks one at a time, drawing out the anticipation. Hawk’s breathing grew erratic and he unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock.