Banger’s Ride(203)

“No, I was the only one. The dirtbags liked the ones who couldn’t speak English.”

“How long you been with the Nomads?” Hawk asked.

“’Bout a week.”

“Why weren’t you in the truck with the other women?”

“That asshole, Viper, said he saved me for something special. Some rich guy wanted me. He made me dress and put makeup on in a certain way ’cause he said the guy liked women who looked like that. He said he’d get a shitload of cash for me.”

“What’s your name?” Jax asked.

“Who the fuck cares?” Hawk shouted. Pissed that one of the brothers screwed up by bringing a witness to the clubhouse, Hawk pounded his fist against the concrete walls. The bitch knew about everything: the hit on the Nomads’ clubhouse, the safe house, the Insurgents. She was a fucking loose end. Fuck!

“I care,” Jax said.

“Cherri,” she whispered.

“Well, Cherri, what are we gonna do with you?” Jax asked in a soft voice.

“I dunno.”

“Let’s fuck her and throw her whore ass out!” one of the brothers yelled. Some of the other brothers hooted and clapped in agreement.

“I don’t care what you do,” she muttered.

Glaring at the brothers, Hawk said, “Shut the fuck up! No one is touching her. Got it?” Turning to the young woman, he asked, “What kind of jobs have you done before?” He wanted to keep this one close to home in case she squealed.

She shrugged. “For a short time I danced in a strip bar. It was okay and the tips were good.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Do you want to dance at Dream House? It’s the club’s strip bar, and the money is good. If not, I can get you a job at one of the restaurants. Have you waited tables before?”

“Yeah, I’ve waitressed before. I’d rather be a dancer. It’s a helluva lot easier and the money is way better. Dream House sounds okay.”

“Then it’s settled; you’ll dance at Dream House. One of the women will get you settled, and tomorrow, you’ll learn the ropes,” Hawk said. Turning to the members he added, “Get Emma. She can go over everything and set this one straight.”

Jax jumped out of his chair. “I’ll get Emma. And I’ll keep an eye on this one.” He glanced at Cherri, who stood against the wall, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Hawk perceived the desire in Jax’s eyes, and he guessed Jax wanted to fuck her. “She’s your project now, Jax. Don’t fuck it up.”

Hawk turned toward the stairway; he was tired and craved Cara’s warm body. He climbed the stairs to his room, and when he opened the door, Cara sat on the bed. Crossing the room in three strides, he leaned over and kissed her.

“Don’t you think it’s spooky she looked like one of the victims? I’ll bet she was going to be delivered to the sicko who’s been doing the killings. Damn, she was lucky you found her,” Cara said.

Hawk had been thinking the same thing. If he hadn’t hit the Nomads’ clubhouse, she would have been the eleventh victim. She owes the Insurgents. That’s for damn sure.

“Are you going to call the police?” Cara asked.

“What? Are you fuckin’ nuts? We don’t call the badges for anything. We take care of business ourselves, Cara. Leave it be.” His tone was ominous, and her expression changed to one of complacency.

Glad Cara didn’t push it, Hawk rubbed his hand over his face. Exhaustion took over, and Cara’s cool hand soothed him as she stroked his cheek. “You look tired.”

“I am, babe.” He shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his boots, then lay down next to her. Nudging her close to him, his mouth sought hers as her scent consumed him. Fisting her hair in his hand, Hawk explored her mouth with his tongue. Cara moaned and drew him nearer to her, his cock straining against his zipper. As his hands traveled down to the waistband of her jeans, she caressed his leg with hers. Sliding his hand into her pants, his fingers sought her warm, wet pussy. He tickled her mound while she clenched her thighs and rolled her body in a figure eight. Each time she moved her sweet ass, her stomach rubbed his cock. Fuck, she knows how to turn me on.

His finger, buried deep in her wet folds, swept her to an intense, pulsing orgasm, and her whimpers blended with his pants. “It feels so good, Hawk. So good.” She bowed at the waist and clamped her legs together as he held her beside him until the spasms subsided. As she burrowed her head into the crook of his arm, her moaning lessened. His cock, still hard, twitched as he ran his fingers through her hair; he loved to watch her while she came with intensity and abandonment. He loved the fire in his wildcat.