Hawk’s fingers continued to move in and out of her pussy while his cock was halfway in her butt. He bent over, grabbed a breast, and tugged at her nipples. Volts of intense pleasure coursed throughout her body, and Cara gasped at the intensity. As he played with her tits and fucked her pussy, Hawk pushed his length into her ass and rocked back and forth, slowly at first, then increasing his speed. Instinctively, she pushed back into his hardness and took his rod deeper into her.
“Fuck, my cock loves being in your tight ass,” he panted.
He moved in and out of her ass while her tits tingled and his fingers fucked her pussy. The building tension exploded into a series of frenzied spasms, which spread from her clit to her head, and from deep in her throat, she let out a primal scream.
Cara felt Hawk’s balls tighten against her ass cheeks, and when he pulled out, his hot seed spurted over her rounded globes. He panted and grunted as the last of his essence spilled out. Dropping to his side, he cradled Cara to him, and with her back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Fuck, babe, that was awesome,” he said, caressing her neck.
She bent her head back and sought his lips. As she placed her hands over his, he held her close and they drifted to sleep.
* * *
Three hours later, Hawk’s phone alarm pierced the quiet in the room, and he sighed as he turned it off before it woke Cara up. Not moving, the only sound in the room was Cara as she breathed through her nose. As he watched her shadowed form, he brushed his fingers over her cheek then tenderly kissed her left temple. Rolling out of bed, he shuffled to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
The hum of several motorcycle engines woke Cara up, and Hawk’s silhouette against the early morning darkness piqued her curiosity. Propping her head up on her elbow, she yawned. “What’re you doing?”
Striding over to the side of the bed, Hawk leaned over Cara, stroked the side of her face, and said, “Go back to bed, babe. I gotta go. Club business.”
Cara, wide awake after that, sat up in bed, switched on the small lamp, and held the sheet over her bare breasts. “At this hour? Where are you going?”
Hawk kissed her. “Club business,” he said against her lips.
“When will you be back?”
“Don’t know for sure.” Hawk tightened a bandana tied to a large padlock and placed it in his back pocket. The padlock was a weapon of choice for many of the Insurgents; it acted like a blackjack and could knock the hell out of anyone.
“Is everything okay? You’re not in danger, are you?” Her voice carried fear.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll see you later.” When he hugged her close to him, her sheet fell down and her bare tits crushed against him, making his cock jerk. He kissed her then pulled away. On top of his desk, he picked up his kill-light—a large industrial flashlight, and one of his favorite weapons. All the brothers carried a kill-light since it was a legal weapon and the badges couldn’t do shit if they found it on them.
Hawk locked with Cara, and he noticed her bottom lip quiver. He had to get out of there, because if she cried, he’d never be able to leave her.
Going over to her again, he pulled the sheet and blanket around her as he brushed her lips, noticing her chattering teeth vibrated against his mouth. His heart lurched when Cara’s arms encircled his neck and tugged him closer to her. Prying her away, he whispered, “Gotta go, babe.” Opening the door, he said over his shoulder, “Don’t go anywhere. Stay at the clubhouse until I get back. No arguments. Got it?”
Nodding in agreement, she said in a shaky voice, “Be safe.”
Locking the door behind him, Hawk entered the empty hallway and made his way to the parking lot. Outside, the icy air slammed him in the face while puffs of his breath created smoke rings. Looking at the other riders, he jerked his head toward the open road, and the rumble of eleven motorcycles shattered the quietness of the early morning as the riders disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Five
As he rode toward the Nomads’ clubhouse, the freezing wind pelted Hawk’s face. I’ll teach that motherfucker Viper to mess with my woman. Since he first learned of it, he’d brooded about Cara’s encounter with the jerk. He couldn’t stand for any man to even look at his Cara, let alone a fucking asshole like Viper.
A slow smile spread across his face as Cara entered his mind. They were good together, and the way she writhed and moaned, confirmed she lusted for him as much as he did for her. And she had no problem showing him how much she enjoyed it. His sexy wildcat threatened his heart, and he had no clue if she felt something other than lust for him.