God, Luke is such a jerk. Cara hadn’t spoken to him since the charity ball, and didn’t even care that he had his tongue down the stripper’s mouth and his hand up her skirt. He’s such an asshole.
“I told you he was a pansy-ass,” Hawk said.
“You were right. I was never interested in him, anyway.”
“You’re too hot, babe. You need a man to stoke the fire in you,” he said, his voice husky.
On their way out, Hawk guided Cara past Luke. Hawk said, “How are you, Missy?”
Missy pushed Luke away, startled to see Hawk. “Fine, thanks.”
“Who’s your friend?” he asked.
Luke, recognizing Hawk, scowled.
“What’s your name again, darlin’?” she asked Luke.
“He knows who I am,” Luke said, ignoring Hawk.
“Oh, yeah, it’s pansy-ass.” Hawk’s eyes dared Luke to start something with him.
Luke and Missy stared awkwardly at Hawk.
“I’m not working tonight, and—”
“What you do on your own time is your business,” Hawk told Missy.
As she stepped from behind Hawk, Cara said, “Hiya, Luke.”
Luke’s face dropped when he saw Cara, and he darted his gaze from her to Hawk. “What are you doing here with him?” he asked.
“On a date, same as you.” She grinned.
Hawk put his arm around Cara’s shoulders and drew her close to him. When he kissed her head, Luke’s face turned so red, he looked like he would explode.
“Do your parents know you’re out with him?” Luke asked in disgust.
“My parents quit monitoring my dates when I got out of high school.”
“What about Eric? I bet he doesn’t know. Maybe I need to call him.”
“Go ahead. I think you should.” She leaned close to Luke’s ear and whispered, “I think my dad would love to know one of his associates made an ass of himself while he tongued a stripper at The Buckhorn. You know, very good for the firm’s public image.” She tossed her hair and circled her arm tighter around Hawk’s waist.
Luke’s face turned ashen. “You wouldn’t, would you?”
Staring at him, she said, “Yes, I would. Nice seeing you, Luke.”
Hawk walked away from the couple, his arm around Cara. He stopped at the exit, drew her into his hard chest and gave her a full-tongue kiss. From the corner of her eye, Cara observed the shock in Luke’s face as his eyes glued to them. Within earshot, Cara eavesdropped on Luke and Missy’s conversation.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Missy asked. “Do you know that lady?”
“Yeah, I know that lady.” Anger glowed in his eyes as he slammed his fist on the bar. “I can’t believe I lost her to a fucking lowlife biker. I’m pissed for blowing this. Fuck that bitch!”
“Am I missin’ something here, or are you havin’ this conversation with yourself?” she asked as she ran her hand up and down his thigh.
“Forget it, it’s not important. I was gearing up to win the lottery. I’ll just have to go hunting again, that’s all. Now, why don’t you help me forget that frigid bitch?” he said as Missy snickered while moving her hand closer to his crotch.
Shaking her head, Cara breathed a sigh of relief that she’d followed her instincts with that asshole.
As they left the restaurant, Hawk held Cara close to him. Luke’s eyes boring into him satisfied him. That fucker never had a chance with my wildcat. He could never satisfy her the way I do. She’s well rid of that asshole.
Hawk, breathing in the frosty air, started up his Harley. Cara’s warm arms wrapped around his waist and her head rested on his shoulder. The night was perfect: he had his woman with him to enjoy a great meal, he made pansy-ass feel like the pussy he was, he was going to give Cara the best fucking she’d ever had, and then he was going to stomp some Nomad asses. Yeah, a great night all around.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Before Cara closed Hawk’s door, he kissed the base of her throat and squeezed her tits. She kicked the door shut and wrapped her arms around Hawk’s neck, and as she kissed him her tongue pushed against his teeth, urging his mouth to let her in. Opening his mouth, her tongue delved inside, and he moaned as she twisted his hair in her fingers and drew his lips even closer to hers until there was no space between them.
“Fuck, baby. You want it bad, don’t you?” he breathed against her lips.
“Yeah, I need you,” she said seductively.
Hawk pushed her toward his bed, and she swiveled around and shoved him on it instead. Landing with a soft thud, surprise etched on his face. Cara pulled away from his grasp and, as she threw him a sultry look, she slowly unzipped her leather jacket and tossed it on the chair. Rubbing her fingertips up and down the sides of her body, she languidly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more skin with each opened button before she touched her neck and collarbone. Transfixed, Hawk readjusted his crotch to release some of the pressure from his raging hard-on.
With her blouse open, Cara brought her fingertips to her waist, eventually touching around her crotch, her red fingernails glistening under the lamplight. Lowering the zipper on her pants, she exposed black lace panties, and Hawk breathed in sharply. Their eyes locked, smoldering with desire before a devilish smile swept across her lips. She ever-so-slowly shimmied out of her pants and kicked them to the side then turned around and dropped her blouse on the floor. Her black lace bra looked like velvet against her creamy skin. Arching her back, she tousled her hair while she held Hawk’s gaze. Unhurriedly, she unclasped her bra hooks one at a time, drawing out the anticipation. Hawk’s breathing grew erratic and he unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock.
“You’re killing me. You’re teasing the shit outta me. Come here. I want to fuck your hot pussy,” he said hoarsely.
With her back to him, Cara lowered one bra strap then the other while she peered over her shoulder. The lust in Hawk’s eyes combined with his erect cock made her wet. She released her bra, letting it fall to the floor. As she bent over, she rolled her ass in circles, her firm cheeks aching to be kissed. Hawk whistled under his breath.
“Fuck, Cara, I’m going to explode. Get your sexy ass over here.”
Shaking her head, Cara swayed her ass around.
“I said get your ass over here, woman.”
Giggling, she spun around, her hands covering her ample bosom.
“You’re asking for a spanking, woman,” Hawk growled.
“Promise?” She licked her lips.
Cara uncovered her tits—her nipples cherry red and erect—then cupped her breasts and squeezed them slightly as her fingers trailed over her sides, stomach, and hips. Looping a finger under her panties’ waistband, she pulled it down a hint, playing with the lace edge before she pulled her panties back up again.
“You’re fuckin’ killing me, Cara. I know your pussy is wet. Show me your sopping pussy.”
Cara thrust her pelvis in and out, and taking her time to pull her panties down, she let them slide down her smooth legs then stepped out of them. As she stood naked in front of Hawk, he grabbed her and dragged her to him, and she landed on his chest. “Roll over,” he demanded.
Cara, ignoring his order, pinned down his shoulders then kissed his lips before she brushed his mouth, jawline, and earlobes with her tongue. She pulled on his earrings and nipped his neck, causing him to moan under her.
As she caressed his chest and ran her tits against his nipples, he grunted. “Fuck.”
She lowered her body so his stiff dick was in front of her mouth and opened his belt, tugging at his pants to lower them and licking her lips when she spotted his large, tempting cock. With the tip of her tongue, she stroked his shaft’s head and made sure to run it on the underside. His breathing turned into pants while she took him in her mouth as far as she could. Holding her breath, she pushed him deeper into her mouth, and soon had all of him inside with his balls against her chin.
“That’s the way I like it, babe. Fuckin’ deepthroat me,” he coaxed. His slippery cock slid in and out of her mouth, each thrust harder than the next. “Yeah, I love fucking your mouth,” he groaned.
Cara withdrew his dick, wet from her tongue and his pre-come, from her mouth and stroked the tip with her hard nipple. With ragged breaths, he clasped and fondled her chest.
“I’m gonna fuck your beautiful tits,” he said as he placed his hardness between her breasts and pushed them together, creating a warm, tight cavern for his cock. His shaft, lubricated by her mouth, thrust up and down while he pinched her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.
“Hawk, I could have you touch my nipples all day,” Cara murmured against his chest.
“I don’t want to come yet, baby. I want to play with your pussy and make you come,” he said through clenched teeth. He tried to roll her off him, but she said, “No way. I’m riding you tonight.”
He watched as she mounted him, the tip of his cock in her pussy, her tits swaying above him. Grabbing one of her tits, Hawk put it in his mouth and sucked it; the pain mixed with pleasure made Cara want more. “I like when you manhandle my breasts,” she said, arching her back.
“Fuck, you’re on fire, babe. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”