She turned away, her cheeks bright at being caught.
“Don’t have to turn away, baby. If you like what you see, feast your eyes on it, but be ready to fuck me.”
Instead of responding, Cara opened her laptop and pulled up a game of Spider Solitaire. She couldn’t make love to him right then. She was too anxious about meeting Eric and Hawk finding out. Although she hated to admit it, she wanted him to be on his way.
Hawk slipped his jeans on over his bulging cock, smoothed down his black t-shirt, put on his cut, and his boots, then grabbed his leather jacket. He came over to Cara and cupped her chin, dipped his head, and kissed her. Grasping one of her tits, he tweaked her nipple as she moaned and squirmed in the desk chair. “That’s to hold you over until I get back,” he said.
She hugged his waist. “Come home soon,” she said. But not before eight o’clock.
Hawk left the room. When she heard his motorcycle’s engine, she watched him from the window until he and his Harley were mere specks on the desolate road.
* * *
As he exhaled, Viper’s breath came out in puffs of smoke. Where’s the fuckin’ whore? He stood on her porch and tried to look through the closed shutters. He’d been waiting for the slut to come home since the night before, but she hadn’t shown up yet. No doubt fucking that piece of shit’s balls off. What a fuckin’ cunt.
Lighting a cigarette, he inhaled the nicotine deeply. It calmed him. He itched to fuck the big-titted slut, mark her soft flesh, and make her his own sex slave. She had become more than a nuisance to the Nomads with all her prying. He’d teach her a lesson, and he’d throw it in Hawk’s face. That motherfucker needed his ass knocked down several rungs on his high-and-mighty ladder. Hawk was into this slut, and Viper didn’t blame him; she was a hot one. She had a fire in her, and he’d felt it when he’d held her in her office as she’d fought him. He was going to love taming the bitch. Of course, when he tired of her, he’d slit her pretty throat.
Fuck, it’s cold out here. Viper breathed into his ice-cold hands, trying to give them some warmth. The more he stood there waiting, the madder he got. The slut kept causing him trouble, and he couldn’t wait to fuck every one of her holes. He planned to ram his cock so hard in each one that she would beg him to kill her. His cock strained against his jeans as he thought of the fun he’d have with Cara. Fuckin’ slut, she’s gonna get everything she deserves. He mashed his cigarette out on the pristine snow.
His phone vibrated, and as he looked at the text message, an evil sneer spread across his face. By the end of the night, he’d have the bitch fucked, trussed, and on the back of his bike. He’d show her how to behave, and if she gave him lip, well, he’d just have to punish her.
* * *
The day dragged on, and Cara was so nervous she practically jumped out of her skin. She noticed every place she went, Ruben followed and, convinced Hawk made him her bodyguard, she worked on devising a plan to ditch the biker. Knowing Hawk meant well didn’t take away her indignation—sometimes he treated her like a child.
The heat from her ire rose from her neck to her forehead. She was a grown woman who could take care of herself. Cara knew he fancied himself her protector, but even though she liked the way he made her feel safe, sometimes he was too much. Whenever she was with Hawk and men looked at her, he’d throw them one of his menacing scowls, making them turn away. Of course they didn’t want a confrontation with the tall, muscular man wearing his leather jacket with the Insurgents colors. She liked that; she felt protected and cared for. She enjoyed having someone other than herself taking care of things, and that surprised the hell out of her. That day, however, she wished Hawk would have left his he-man attitude in the bedroom, since she needed to get out of the compound without Ruben following her. Damn.
Kylie came into the kitchen and waved at Cara. Waving back, Cara approached the young woman, figuring it would pass the time if she taught Kylie how to make spaghetti sauce. Also, Kylie could be instrumental in her plan to ditch Ruben.
Kylie was a quick learner with a wry sense of humor, and Cara enjoyed the afternoon with her. At the end of her cooking lesson, Kylie had two large pots of simmering spaghetti sauce, one of which she would take home to her dad, and the other one she’d leave for the members’ dinner. While the women cooked, the enticing aroma of garlic, onions, and basil brought the members into the kitchen, beckoning them to dip freshly baked Italian bread into the simmering sauce. The rave reviews pleased Cara, and she was glad her old family recipe found new people to appreciate it.