Hawk's Property(18)

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I had a great time, and being with you made it the best.” As he smiled, his teeth shone in the moonlight.

Luke grasped her hand and squeezed it, then stepped closer to her, leaning his head down toward her lips. As he came in for a kiss, Cara turned her head and his moist lips landed on her cheek. He sighed. She knew he was disappointed, but she didn’t want to kiss him. All she wanted was to enjoy a good dinner and conversation, and she didn’t have those kinds of feelings toward him, especially since Hawk had come into her life.

Taking her face between his hands, Luke bent down and covered her mouth with his. Pulling back, he smiled. Cara smiled back; it was a nice kiss, but it wasn’t anything like Hawk’s demanding and urgent ones.

Stop doing that, Cara. Stop comparing everything to Hawk. Just stop thinking about him.

Luke kissed her again, this time longer and wetter, and she kissed him back. That made him more eager, and he drew her closer to him as he tried plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth. A rush of blood making her unsteady, Cara twisted her head sideways, causing his tongue to skim over her jaw while she pushed her hand against his chest.

“Get the fuck away from her!”

Luke dropped his arms from around Cara’s waist and she jumped from his embrace. Turning around, Hawk’s fiery gaze swung over her, and his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“Who are you?” Luke looked from Hawk to Cara, baffled.

“I’m the guy who’s going to kick your pansy-ass.” Hawk’s voice was cold and lashing.

“Hawk, stop it.” Cara glared at him.

“Thought you had to work, Cara. Is this your night job, going out with fuckin’ pansies? Or is he a client? I know how you like your clients.” He looked her up and down, and Cara saw desire in his eyes along with slivers of fury and… hurt?

“You know this guy?” Luke asked, wide-eyed.

“He’s my client,” she said icily.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but Cara isn’t on the clock right now. Call her tomorrow during her office hours.” Luke waved his hand.

Hawk leaped forward and grabbed Luke by the collar. “Don’t ever fuckin’ wave your goddamn hand at me again, or I’ll break it. You got that? You’re with my woman, and you need to fuckin’ leave.”

Cara yanked at Hawk’s arms. “Stop it, Hawk. This is insane.” Tears laced her voice.

Hawk let go of Luke, shoving him away. He looked at Cara, his eyes softening, and whispered, “Let’s go, babe.”

Luke, smoothing down his shirt, opened the passenger door and said, “Come on, Cara. I’ll take you to your car.”

“Who do you think you are?” Cara snarled at Hawk. “What in the hell are you doing here? Are you following me, or what?”

“Following you? Don’t flatter yourself. Insurgents own this restaurant. I came here with some of the brothers.” He gestured toward the front of the building. Cara looked over and saw Banger, Jax, Ruben, and a few other guys she didn’t recognize.

Looking at Luke, who was holding the car door open for her, and at Hawk, who was glaring at her, Cara wondered what the hell had happened. All she wanted was a good barbecue dinner, not all of this crap. I should take a cab and leave both of these idiots here. That would teach them.

She half-smiled at Hawk as she entered Luke’s car. Looking smug, Luke slid into the driver’s seat, rushing to close his door as Hawk moved toward the car. Under her breath, Cara said, “You better get going or I’m not going to be able to stop what may happen next.”

Luke backed up the car. “I’m not afraid of that jerk.” He flipped his finger at Hawk, and with his face a glowering mask of rage, Hawk lunged forward like a panther ready to kill his prey.

Luke squealed out of the parking lot, laughing.

“I wouldn’t tease him,” Cara said. “He’s not the forgiving type, you know?”

“Asshole thinks he’s cool and badass because he has a leather jacket and a motorcycle.”

“He isn’t trying to be cool or badass, or whatever; that’s who he is, not an act. He’s honest, not trying to fit into anything in our world. He lives by his own rules—his whole club does. And that’s what makes him free.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you condoning his behavior tonight? What’s going on between the two of you?” Luke demanded.

“I’m not saying that Hawk was right to come over and say all that crap. I’m pissed about it. I’m saying what you see is what you get. He doesn’t kiss ass or wear leather to pretend to be bad, or whatever. I guess I’m saying he isn’t shallow.”

“And I am?”

“I didn’t say that. Let’s just drop it, okay?” Cara paused. “I did have a nice time tonight. Sorry about my big, scary client.” She smiled at Luke and patted his hand.

“He has a thing for you. What did he mean by you’re ‘his woman’?”

“Biker talk, I guess. Who knows? And he doesn’t have a thing for me.”

“Yeah, he does, and you know it. Watch yourself, Cara. Don’t do anything stupid. A guy like that is bad news all the way around.” Luke squeezed Cara’s hand and brought it up to his lips. “I don’t want you to do anything stupid like falling for this asshole.”

“I’m not falling for him. That’s crazy.”

“I saw the way he looked at you, but what hurt was the way you looked at him. I don’t want to lose you, Cara.” He ran his hand down her cheek.

Cara looked out the window; houses and trees were blurs against the nighttime backdrop. The street lights, like glowing orbs, seemed to float in the air as the car raced down the road. It’s more like you don’t want to lose your chance of being partner at my dad’s law firm. Or could it be that you want to get your hands on my dad’s money? I don’t buy this poor-me-I-love-you act for one minute.

“I care very much about you, Cara. You know that, right?”

Nodding, she continued watching the town streak past her, thinking back on the restaurant incident. Hawk was so mad it scared her. If she hadn’t stopped him, Luke would be riding in an ambulance on the way to the hospital, and Hawk’s ass would be in jail. Goosebumps pebbled her skin; Hawk’s intensity intrigued and frightened her. She wished Hawk would reach out to her as a confidant. Listening was one of her strong suits, and so many of her clients confided their darkest secrets to her. I doubt that he trusts anyone. He has such a shield around him.

Cara wondered if she’d ever get to meet Hawk, the man, or would she only know Hawk, the sexy biker?

* * *

As Luke’s car disappeared down the street, Hawk slammed his fist against a customer’s car and kicked the tire while holding back the urge to destroy the Lexus. He couldn’t believe he’d seen her with that pansy asshole. Damn her! What the fuck was she doing playing kissy-face in the parking lot with that fuck?

Of course, she would be with Mr. Three-Piece Asshole. Hawk knew he was right—she thought he was beneath her. Oh, he was fine to grope in the confines of her office, behind closed doors, but in public—no way. She wouldn’t be seen with him because he wasn’t some high-bred fuck like the pansy-ass. Fuck her. Why was he even bothering with her?

And she left with that ass. That was the worst of it. She left him standing there while she drove off with the wimp-ass suit. She was probably going to have a polite fuck, and Hawk would bet the asshole’s polo shirt wouldn’t be wrinkled afterwards.

His temples throbbed and his chest tightened. She better not fuck that asshole. Once Hawk got her where she needed to be, he’d give her a good spanking for pissing him off and dissing him like that. But thinking about her firm, rounded ass, red with his handprint, was giving him a hard-on in the parking lot. Yep, she’s in my fuckin’ blood. He slammed his fist harder on the Lexus’ hood.

“Let’s go, man. Ain’t no bitch worth this shit,” Banger said.

“And it’s not good for business to ruin the customers’ cars while they’re eatin’,” Jax joked.

But Hawk wasn’t in a joking mood. He wanted to get drunk. Maybe he’d even fuck one of the club whores and show that stuck-up Cara he didn’t need her pussy—there was plenty of it around.

“Let’s go get some shots at the clubhouse,” Hawk said.

“Now you’re talkin’,” Banger agreed.


At the clubhouse, Hawk sat at the bar, downing shot after shot as he tried to force the image of Cara’s long legs wrapped around that pansy-ass’s waist out of his mind. Jerry leaned over the bar and said, “Hawk, there’s one hot slut checking you out.”

Hawk looked over in the direction Jerry was pointing, and for a split-second, he thought Cara was standing there. His heart raced and blood rushed to his temples as he stared at her. She was near the pool table, and her long, chestnut-colored hair shone under the colored lights. She wore a short skirt and a revealing top, her big tits falling out. One of the members, Billy, had his hand up her skirt, rubbing her pussy, and the way the slut squirmed and rotated her hips, Hawk knew Billy had his fingers inside her. As Billy’s hand moved faster, she parted her lips, clenching and moaning while staring straight at Hawk. Damn, that’s fuckin’ hot.