“Fuck if I know,” Hawk said, looking around to find Jax.
“I didn’t want to go to some fuckin’ safe house,” the blonde snarled.
The room fell silent as all eyes were on the petite blonde.
“Why the fuck is everyone staring at me?”
Hawk cleared his voice. “You’re American? Why the fuck didn’t you tell us you spoke English?”
“Because you didn’t fuckin’ ask me.”
“What were you doing with all those foreigners?” Jax asked as he approached her.
“Assholes picked me up. I was hitchin’ a ride, so I jumped on one of the bikes and my hell began,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Cara, go up to the room. We got club business here,” Hawk said.
When she opened her mouth to object, Hawk sent her a look that told her to back off. She turned around and went up to Hawk’s room.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Once Cara left, Hawk glowered at the girl. “You should have fuckin’ told us you were an American. Were there any other Americans in the group of women?”
“No, I was the only one. The dirtbags liked the ones who couldn’t speak English.”
“How long you been with the Nomads?” Hawk asked.
“ ’Bout a week.”
“Why weren’t you in the truck with the other women?”
“That asshole, Viper, said he saved me for something special. Some rich guy wanted me. He made me dress and put makeup on in a certain way ’cause he said the guy liked women who looked like that. He said he’d get a shitload of cash for me.”
“What’s your name?” Jax asked.
“Who the fuck cares?” Hawk shouted. Pissed that one of the brothers screwed up by bringing a witness to the clubhouse, Hawk pounded his fist against the concrete walls. The bitch knew about everything: the hit on the Nomads’ clubhouse, the safe house, the Insurgents. She was a fucking loose end. Fuck!
“I care,” Jax said.
“Cherri,” she whispered.
“Well, Cherri, what are we gonna do with you?” Jax asked in a soft voice.
“I dunno.”
“Let’s fuck her and throw her whore ass out!” one of the brothers yelled. Some of the other brothers hooted and clapped in agreement.
“I don’t care what you do,” she muttered.
Glaring at the brothers, Hawk said, “Shut the fuck up! No one is touching her. Got it?” Turning to the young woman, he asked, “What kind of jobs have you done before?” He wanted to keep this one close to home in case she squealed.
She shrugged. “For a short time I danced in a strip bar. It was okay and the tips were good.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Do you want to dance at Dream House? It’s the club’s strip bar, and the money is good. If not, I can get you a job at one of the restaurants. Have you waited tables before?”
“Yeah, I’ve waitressed before. I’d rather be a dancer. It’s a helluva lot easier and the money is way better. Dream House sounds okay.”
“Then it’s settled; you’ll dance at Dream House. One of the women will get you settled, and tomorrow, you’ll learn the ropes,” Hawk said. Turning to the members he added, “Get Emma. She can go over everything and set this one straight.”
Jax jumped out of his chair. “I’ll get Emma. And I’ll keep an eye on this one.” He glanced at Cherri, who stood against the wall, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Hawk perceived the desire in Jax’s eyes, and he guessed Jax wanted to fuck her. “She’s your project now, Jax. Don’t fuck it up.”
Hawk turned toward the stairway; he was tired and craved Cara’s warm body. He climbed the stairs to his room, and when he opened the door, Cara sat on the bed. Crossing the room in three strides, he leaned over and kissed her.
“Don’t you think it’s spooky she looked like one of the victims? I’ll bet she was going to be delivered to the sicko who’s been doing the killings. Damn, she was lucky you found her,” Cara said.
Hawk had been thinking the same thing. If he hadn’t hit the Nomads’ clubhouse, she would have been the eleventh victim. She owes the Insurgents. That’s for damn sure.
“Are you going to call the police?” Cara asked.
“What? Are you fuckin’ nuts? We don’t call the badges for anything. We take care of business ourselves, Cara. Leave it be.” His tone was ominous, and her expression changed to one of complacency.
Glad Cara didn’t push it, Hawk rubbed his hand over his face. Exhaustion took over, and Cara’s cool hand soothed him as she stroked his cheek. “You look tired.”
“I am, babe.” He shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his boots, then lay down next to her. Nudging her close to him, his mouth sought hers as her scent consumed him. Fisting her hair in his hand, Hawk explored her mouth with his tongue. Cara moaned and drew him nearer to her, his cock straining against his zipper. As his hands traveled down to the waistband of her jeans, she caressed his leg with hers. Sliding his hand into her pants, his fingers sought her warm, wet pussy. He tickled her mound while she clenched her thighs and rolled her body in a figure eight. Each time she moved her sweet ass, her stomach rubbed his cock. Fuck, she knows how to turn me on.
His finger, buried deep in her wet folds, swept her to an intense, pulsing orgasm, and her whimpers blended with his pants. “It feels so good, Hawk. So good.” She bowed at the waist and clamped her legs together as he held her beside him until the spasms subsided. As she burrowed her head into the crook of his arm, her moaning lessened. His cock, still hard, twitched as he ran his fingers through her hair; he loved to watch her while she came with intensity and abandonment. He loved the fire in his wildcat.
As Hawk massaged her mound with his knee, Cara tilted her head upward and cried out while his mouth caught her last sounds of pleasure, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Languidly, she massaged his balls through his pants, causing him to suck in his breath through his parted lips. Unzipping his jeans, she freed his cock and smeared the beads of pre-come over his silky head. Little by little, she removed his pants as he twitched underneath her, his chest rising and falling. Drawing away from him, she tugged at his t-shirt and pushed it upwards before he yanked it off over his head. He held his breath as she traced his tats with her tongue, nipping and kissing his chest and arms while his cock dug into her soft flesh.
“Fuck, Cara, what are you doing to me? You’ve cast some kind of shit over me. Fuck, fuck.” Hawk exhaled and tangled his fingers in her hair.
Down, down, down she went with her lips, her tongue, and her nails as Hawk, propped back against the headboard, allowed himself to relax. He relished the fire she lit in his cock and balls. I can’t get enough of my wildcat.
When her lips wrapped around the satiny head of his dick, he gasped. Then she brushed her tongue over the top of his cock, slow and steady, as he wrapped a fistful of her hair in his hand and guided her movements. Holding his shaft, she stroked it hard as she curled her tongue around the tip and twisted it in circles. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” Hawk said in a ragged breath.
Lifting her eyes, she met his smoldering gaze, caressing and sucking his cock as they stared at one another. “Mmmm, I love the way you taste.”
“Fuck, babe, you look hot with my cock in your mouth. I want to fuck you hard.”
“All in good time,” she teased as she tickled his balls. His strong legs tensed as she pushed his legs apart and kneeled between them. Putting her left hand under his ass, she kneaded it roughly, scratching it with her long nails. Her tongue licked the length of his dick as he grew harder and thicker with each pass of her tongue, and he felt as though his skin would tear apart each time her wicked tongue stroked his shaft. He jerked as she gripped his hardness, putting it into her mouth, sucking it noisily while taking in more and more of him.
“Fuck that feels awesome. Fuck… fuck…” His cock throbbed as Cara sucked him mercilessly.
As Hawk’s dick pulsed inside her mouth, she squeezed the base and sucked harder while her pace became frenzied. With his cock deep in her throat, Hawk’s whole body stiffened. Fuck! I’ve never had a blowjob like this. Hawk closed his eyes and the mounting tension reached its limit, then burst in a stream of desire, and he jerked his head back, moaning, as his liquid trickled down Cara’s throat. Digging his hands in her hair, her strands twisted around his fingers, she moaned and rotated her hips.
Opening her mouth, Cara licked away the wetness on his cock, and he yanked her up next to him. His mouth on hers, he tasted his salty tang on her lips. At that moment, he never felt so close to any one person as he did to Cara, and the intensity of her pull amazed him.
As Cara laid her head on his chest, he brushed her back with his fingertips while his racing heart slowed down. When a drop of water landed on his chest, he tilted Cara’s face up and a pair of glistening eyes met his. Why is she crying?
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?”
Nuzzling his chest, she muttered, “No, I’m fine.”
“If you’re fine, then why are you crying?”
“It was so intense. I’m just in a good place right now.” She snuggled against him.