Hawk’s Property(21)

After taking in a few deep breaths, Cara opened the car door and walked toward the gate. Noticing her, the bikers yelled, “Hey, sweetness, come over here and give us some of that tasty pussy.” Their hoots and whistles were deafening, but Cara ignored them, opened the gate, and headed toward the clubhouse door, hoping to see someone familiar. As she walked through the opening, a large hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back outside. Rancid breath burned her nostrils as one of the bikers leaned in close and sneered, “Where the fuck are ya goin’, whore? Ya got brothers out here who need your pussy.”

“What a hot piece of ass,” said one of the bikers who wore the bottom rocker “Wyoming.”

Cara swiveled away from the big guy, her blood pumping and her heart beating wildly as the horror stories about gang rapes with outlaw bikers flooded her mind. This was very stupid, Cara. Thoughts of kneeing the big goon right in his swollen balls came to her, but she decided that wouldn’t be a smart thing to do considering the men outnumbered her twenty to one.

“I’m not part of the club. I’m a lawyer representing one of your brothers. I’ve come to give him some papers,” she explained.

“Fuck, we got ourselves a lawyer whore. Shit, we’re movin’ up, brothers,” a young, handsome biker said.

“We need you to help us, too, sweet butt,” someone yelled.

Realizing she was fair game like all the other women at the clubhouse, Cara tried to run back to her car, but the group started up their bikes. Twenty engines rumbled like exploding bombs. The Harleys’ headlights blinded her and she squinted, placing her hand in front of her face to block out the beams. The men formed a tight circle with their bikes around her. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Cara blinked rapidly, a cold sweat covering her body. Images of what-could-be flashed through her mind as her adrenaline spiked and her leg muscles tightened, readying to run. Moving her head sideways, Cara looked for a way to break free, but the bikers closed in tighter, hollering and hooting, pushing her back to the center. She had no way out.

* * *

As he drove up the road leading to the clubhouse, Hawk spotted the circle of bikes and a petrified woman dodging them. He hated shit like that. Fucking willing women was fine, but tormenting a woman like this was bullshit, and he had to stop it before it got out of hand. He wasn’t used to this shit because his club ran clean: no rapes, no beating women, no torturing. The shit unfolding in front of him enraged him, and he stepped on the gas.

As he approached the circle, his posture stiffened and he did a double-take. What the fuck? Cara? He saw her dressed in her tight-as-hell jeans and skimpy lace top, trying to break through, only to have a bike inch closer to her, her outstretched arms trying to keep them away. Terror filled her eyes, and as he watched her bottom lip tremble, his nostrils flared, his ears pounded, and he saw red.

Putting on his high beams, he headed straight for the circle. When they saw him coming, the bikers stopped, their engines humming. Noticing the VP patch he wore, they made way for him to ride into the ring. Blinded by the bright lights, Cara looked down at the ground as Hawk stopped his bike in front of her, glaring at each of the men. Putting her hand down, she glanced frantically around her until her eyes landed on Hawk. With clenched jaw, he stared at her.

“Get on,” he ordered, his thumb pointing behind him. Jumping on the bike, she put her arms around his waist as he peeled off, leaving a cloud of dust.

As Hawk drove fast through the canyon, the cold wind bit at their cheeks while Cara’s arms wrapped tighter around his waist, her legs hugging the bike and part of his thighs. Her wind-whipped hair stung against his face, feeling like hundreds of pin pricks. Leaning her head on his shoulder lessened her hair’s assault, but her breasts pressed against his back. As Hawk looked over his shoulder at her, their eyes locked. Eventually, he averted his gaze back to the road.

Having Cara on the back of his bike felt good, and her arms squeezing his waist and her tits crushing against him made his cock jump. Her vanilla-spiced perfume wafted around him. Her tight grip told him she was scared, but her body melding into his was fucking hot. He chuckled when his bike hit a bump and her hand slipped down past his waist, jerking away when it touched his raging hard-on. Having Cara plastered to him while riding was a new experience, considering she was the first woman he’d ever had on his bike. And he liked the feel of her; he could ride like this for hours.

Veering off the main road, he pulled into a small alcove hidden among the trees. The river’s rush echoed in the distance and an owl hooted, angry at having been disturbed. Cutting the engine, Hawk swung off his seat, watching Cara with a bemused smile as she fell back against the bike on wobbly legs. In one stride, Hawk was next to her, pulling her toward him and pressing his lips on hers. He fisted her soft hair and tugged her head back, allowing him deeper access into her mouth. She moaned and snaked her arms around him as she kissed him back with urgency.

As she nibbled on his lower lip, Cara used her fingernail to play with his ear. Groaning, Hawk embraced her, rubbing against her as she shivered and clasped her legs together. Her desire-filled eyes urged Hawk to tug her closer, and as he did so, her hardened nipples brushed against his chest. When her tongue pulled in and out of his mouth while she ground her pussy against one of his legs, his eyes widened, his breath caught, and a flush of lust throbbed in his body. He’d bet everything he had that she was dripping, and for several seconds, he held his leg stiff while she moved up and down, gasping.

“Be careful, babe. Shit like that is gonna get you fucked,” he rasped.

“I guess I better be careful. I saw how bikers can be,” she murmured while nipping his neck.

Remembering her frightened look, Hawk held her at arm’s length, scowling at her. “What in the fuck were you doin’ at the clubhouse?”

“I came by to show you the pre-raid photos and give you some paperwork.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve come by your place. What you did tonight was stupid.”

“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize I couldn’t go to your clubhouse without the risk of being raped. I guess I forgot to read the latest edition of How to Avoid Biker Attacks.” She tossed her head.

“You’re damned lucky I came by. Fuck, thinking about what could have happened to you pisses me off!” Hawk slammed his fist into a tree trunk.

“I’m sorry,” Cara said in a low voice. She brought his scraped hand to her lips and kissed his bruised knuckles. She leaned into him, whispering, “Can you forgive me?”

Hawk breathed out. “I’m not angry at you. I hated seeing you like that ’cause I know what could’ve happened. Promise me you won’t do anything like that again. If you wanna come over then let me know. I want you to come. I want you to see my world, but tonight was not the night. We’ve got several out-of-state chapters staying with us. It’s been crazy as hell these last two days.”

“Have you been crazy with them?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean with the drinking and the, you know, the women.”

Oh, yeah, that’s what I want to hear. She’s jealous. “I had too much to drink last night.”

“And too many women?” she asked in a small voice.

“Nah, I got plenty of offers, but the woman I wanted wasn’t there.”

“A girlfriend?”

“Not exactly, but she’s someone I’m interested in.”

“Oh.”

“She’s got a smart-ass mouth on her and can be a pain in the ass, but I like her a lot.”

“Does she like you?”

“I think so. I know she wants to fuck me.” Hawk, bending in close to Cara, grazed her earlobe. “Do you like me, Cara?” he whispered.

Flushing, Cara said, “I don’t know you.”

“Oh, you know me, babe, and that’s why you’re fuckin’ afraid.”

Cara jerked away. “I’m not afraid.”

“Baby, I make your heart race and your tits ache, and I bet if I put my hand down your tight-as-hell jeans, your pussy would be drenched.”

“Is everything about sex with you? Can we just have a normal conversation for once?”

“Babe, you’re the one who was dry-humping me a few minutes ago, and I loved it. Sex is normal for us, but what isn’t is you running away and hiding behind that fuckin’ pansy-ass you were with the other night. Why do you keep fightin’ me? You know you wanna fuck me, and I’m dying to fuck you, so what’s the problem here?”

“Where did you get off, coming up to me the other night and ruining my date?”

“Date, my ass. I was saving you from that wimp. A sexy woman like you is wasting time with someone like that. He’s lucky I didn’t bash his face in.”

“I didn’t appreciate your intrusion.”

“I didn’t appreciate your insult by goin’ out with that fuckin’ suit.”

“You aren’t a part of my life. You’re my client. You have your own life, and so do I.”

“Do you believe the shit you say? If I wasn’t part of your life, babe, you wouldn’t have come out to see me. The photos are a lame excuse, and you could’ve called me, but you wanted to see me, baby. You wanted to make sure I wasn’t fuckin’ any whores tonight, and you caring turns me on like you can’t imagine. Be honest with yourself.”