The door opened, a waiter turned on the lights, and Cara thought she was going to die. She pushed Hawk back and straightened her dress as Hawk’s eyes raked boldly over her body. “I like the dress, babe. You look hot. Are your panties all lacy and shit?” he asked, licking his lips.
The waiter stood in the doorway, watching them until Hawk turned to him and growled, “Get the fuck outta here if you want to work another day.”
The young man turned around and ran out. Hawk threw his head back and laughed.
“Do you enjoy intimidating people?” Cara snapped.
“Do you enjoy my tongue fucking your pussy?”
“Is everything about sex with you?”
Looking perplexed, he answered, “Yeah.”
“Oh, you’re impossible. I have to get back.” Cara tried to pass by him, but he pinned her against the wall.
“Why are you with the dumbfuck in the suit?”
“You mean Luke? He’s my escort.”
“He’s the same ass-wipe who almost shit his pants in the restaurant parking lot. Is he your boyfriend?” he growled.
Stammering, she replied, “I… uh… I don’t know.”
“It’s a yes or no question, babe.” His voice was harsh, impatient.
“No, it’s not. It’s complicated. I mean, we go out. I guess he’s my sometimes-boyfriend.”
“What the fuck is that? Have you given your pussy to him?”
“That isn’t any of your business. Why would you ask me something like that?”
“Cause I need to know. I can’t stand the thought of that fucking suit putting his weak dick in you.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“No argument there. Again, did you fuck him?”
“I have to go. Let me pass.”
“Not until you tell me if you fucked that pansy-ass suit.”
“No, okay. Satisfied?”
Hawk leaned in and nuzzled his face in her neck as he licked her earlobe and breathed into her ear. “Good. Don’t even think of fucking him.”
He was so arrogant. Cara should have been outraged at his nerve, but she wasn’t. She found his possessiveness, his warm breath, and his hardness against her very seductive. Had she lost all sense? She was even using the word fuck more. Hawk was bad news, and she had to get him out of her life fast before she lost herself.
“How can you even be with that weak-ass after being with me?”
“You’re pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“You bet. You know no man has ever fucked you like I did. You keep hangin’ out with pansy-asses who don’t have a clue what it means to be a man. How can you go out with him after our fuckin’?”
“Why haven’t you called me? You think being a man is about shoving your dick into a woman? I got news for you—it isn’t.”
“You loved every second of my cock in your wet pussy. Your moans and screams told me I was doing something right. Don’t act like you get fucked like that every day, babe.”
“You don’t get it, do you? Yeah, it was good. I told you that. We lusted after each other, you scratched my itch and I scratched yours, but that doesn’t make you Man of the Year.”
“What do you want from me, baby? I fucked you and you pushed me away. If you think I’m the type of guy who runs after a woman, you’re dead wrong.”
“I don’t know why I even bother with you.” Her eyes flashed.
“I do—you want me in your life. I’m cool with that. You’re the one pushing me away. You think you’re too good for me.”
“Maybe I am. I mean, you don’t fit into my world. And you know I’m right,” she muttered. She regretted her words the moment she said them, watching his eyes flare with anger and his hands curl into fists. “Look, you and I had a business relationship. We got way too personal. I’m to blame, too. You stay out of my life, and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“That’s fine by me. Like I told you, you were one of the better fucks I’ve had. Bitches come and go. I have a few sluts waiting for me at the clubhouse just dying to get my cock in their pussies.”
“Do you really feel this way?” Cara whispered, searching his face.
Stone-faced, his voice dripped ice. “Damn straight.”
She winced at his words. “I guess that’s it, then.”
“Guess so.”
She walked toward the door, and he shouted, “Remember, no fucking the suit, got it? If you want him to keep walking upright, don’t fuck the wimp-ass.”
Confused, she looked back at him. “Why do you care? Are you threatening me? Are you really doing that?”
“Nah, not threatening, just saying.”
Exasperated, Cara yelled, “Get out of my life!”
Storming out, she ran to the ladies room, her head down and tears rolling down her cheeks. He’s such an asshole. How did I ever let him touch me? Fuck him! In the mirror, she touched her swollen lips with her fingertips, noticing Hawk’s cologne still lingered on her skin. Wiping herself with a damp cloth, Cara washed off his scent and fixed her face before going back to her table.
* * *
“Did that lowlife do anything to you?” Luke asked.
“No, we just talked, that’s all,” Cara said.
They sat in Luke’s car outside Cara’s house. She was tired, and her head hurt from the evening’s events.
“Are you going to ask me to come in?” Luke said, putting his arm around her.
Shaking his arm off, she replied, “Not tonight. I’m very tired.”
“If I was that badass biker, you’d let me in, wouldn’t you?”
“No, I wouldn’t. I’m tired and want to go inside, alone. Thanks, Luke. I had a nice time tonight.”
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. Call me. Goodnight.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. Before he could react, she was out of the car and on her porch, opening the front door. She waved at Luke and closed the door.
Cara breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Luke’s car leave; she wanted to be alone. Replaying her encounter with Hawk in her mind, his mean but truthful words echoed over and over. His harshness hurt her.
After she washed off her makeup, hung up her clothes, and slid under her comforter, she cried herself to sleep.
* * *
Pissed, Luke sped out of Cara’s driveway. The night hadn’t ended the way he’d wanted. The plan was to fuck Cara after the event so he could cement their connection, believing a nice girl like Cara would take the fucking to mean more than it did. He was mad at that outlaw biker for ruining his plans. Luke gathered Cara was smitten by the biker, and he also suspected the dirt bag said or did something to her to cause her to shut down, because when she came back to the table she was different, sullen and sad.
Luke was a little surprised the biker was interested in Cara since he had his pick of sexy, nasty women who loved hanging around bad boys. He wondered why the outlaw biker would be interested in a goody-two shoes like Cara. Luke had a hard-on just thinking of the nasty women who hung around biker clubs.
Looking at his watch, he noticed it was a little past midnight. He could still go to his main strip club, Dream House, see his favorite dancer, Missy, and if he tipped her well enough, he may score a blowjob from her. Forgetting about Cara, Luke raced toward downtown.
* * *
Hawk and Jax watched the new dancer grind and shimmy around the pole at Dream House. As the girl spread her legs wide and blew a kiss at Hawk, Jax poked him in the ribs, laughing. Obviously, she didn’t know Hawk was one of her bosses. The Insurgents owned the strip club, and Hawk, who handled the books, came by to check out the crowd, since earnings had fallen off in the past several months. Looking around, the club was packed, and Hawk’s stomach tightened as his suspicions of someone skimming off the top were confirmed.
Stealing from a club owned by an outlaw MC was not a smart move. Hawk hoped like hell Emma wasn’t the thief, because he liked her and didn’t want to hurt her. Emma had been a club whore for several years until she hooked up with Danny. She didn’t wear his patch, but she had been with him for a long time. After she and Danny got together, the Insurgents promoted her to manager of the strip bar. She was in charge of all the women and handled the money. When Hawk came in a few days before to go over the books, he’d noticed someone had dummied them up, and he seethed. He’d find out who was cheating the club, and there’d be hell to pay.
“This bitch is hot, don’t you think? She’s a great addition to the line-up,” Jax said.
Hawk looked at the woman gyrating on the pole. “Yeah, she’s good with her moves.”
“Are you going to initiate her into the club?”
“No, I’m not here for that.”
“Then I have free rein?”
“Yeah, go for it.”
Hawk noticed the way the stripper was eyeing him, and he knew all he had to do was wink at her and she’d have her full lips around his cock. He should fuck her; it’d serve Cara right if he fucked this bitch. He couldn’t believe Cara admitted he wasn’t good enough for her. Her words had cut him like a knife. I knew she just wanted a fuck and nothing more. She’s so stuck-up. She thinks that fucking suit is the better match for her. She doesn’t know shit about herself. She’s a smoldering fire who needs a man to ignite her, and pansy-ass doesn’t have a clue how to handle such a woman.