Phantom Riders MC - Hawk

by Tory Richards

  She wiggled a little. I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down into the spot between her neck and shoulder. She sucked in her breath, her hands fisting in the sheet beneath her. I turned my face and whispered into her ear, “That was just a warm-up, baby.” I thrust my hips against her. I was hard as a rock again.

  She thrust back and hissed, “So show me what you’ve got.”

  Oh, I fucking intended to. I pulled out of her with a plop and moved down the bed, dragging her with me. Once I was standing at the foot I removed the used condom, tied it off and tossed it in the direction of the trash can. Then I flipped her over and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. Our eyes met. Hers were clouded over. I reached forward and pulled the t-shirt the rest of the way off, letting my eyes move over her thoroughly and slowly. Her large tits were moving up and down with her heavy breathing, and for a moment I pictured what my dick would look like thrusting between them.

  Jesus. When I met her eyes again, the look in hers seemed to be saying, well, what are you waiting for? I forced her legs apart, stepped between them, and pulled her onto my waiting dick. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth parted with a gasp. I clenched my teeth, feeling my balls slap against her ass when I bottomed out.

  “You have a tight cunt,” I ground out between my teeth, thrusting in and out.

  “You have a big cock,” she countered, clenching tightly around it every time I was inside her.

  I grunted in acknowledgement, moving my hands further up to her hips and jerking her bottom off the bed. Now I was entering Audra at an angle that had her twisting and clutching at the bed covers. Her soft moans urged me to pick up speed. I watched her expression while plowing into her sweet pussy.

  Without taking her eyes off mine her hands moved, slowly. One smoothed up her body to her bouncing tits while the other settled in the wet hair between her legs. My gaze shifted between the hand plucking at her extended nipples and the one playing with her clit. Her breathing escalated and she closed her eyes with a moan. I had the sudden urge to nudge her hand away and give her what she wanted. Fuck, I wanted to.

  But I knew I wouldn’t.

  “I’m coming!”

  If her husky cry wasn’t enough to get me off, the sight of her bringing her tit to her mouth and licking the nipple did. I roared out my orgasm, slamming into her and giving her everything I had.

  “Fuck…fuck…fuck,” I rasped, throwing my head back as the intensity almost dropped me to my knees. Every time my dick ejaculated I had to fight to stay on my feet. I gripped Audra’s hips roughly, holding her tight to me as if I wanted to prevent any cum from seeping out of her body. I didn’t know where the fuck that thought came from, but it was sobering.

  By the time I straightened and opened my eyes, Audra had collapsed against the bed, panting heavily and covered in beads of moisture. She was beautiful. Fucking beautiful! The fire of her wild hair spread out around her, a startling backdrop for her flushed face. Her flushed body looked soft and satisfied. The red curls at the juncture of her thighs were soaked and glistening with cum. For a maddening second I wondered what it would feel like to crawl onto the bed and wrap myself around her.

  Like I used to do with Sonya.

  Instead, I pulled out of her and stepped back. A fragile string of cum kept us connected. Fuck that was hot! Almost as hot as the sight of Audra’s well-fucked pussy with my seed slipping out of it. It’d been years since I’d ridden a woman bareback, and I was a fucking asshole for not using a condom with Audra when I knew she wanted my shit covered, but then I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of feeling nothing between us. The friction of skin against skin wasn’t quite the same when my dick was covered with latex.

  A feeling of dread came over me as I moved away and went back into the bathroom to clean up. I couldn’t afford to let this tiny woman disrupt my life. She was already trouble. It would be best if I sorted out her situation and sent her on her way. I had Fox doing a check on her ex now. He was the club’s resident computer nerd, handling background checks, surveillance, and setting up security.

  Finding out who and what Dane Winthrop was couldn’t happen soon enough.

  I wiped my dick off and got dressed. On the way past my bed I hesitated and glanced down at Audra. She’d crawled up to a pillow and was curled on her side. I lifted a corner of the blanket and drew it over her body before leaving the room.

  “Baby—”

  “What the fuck?” I frowned seeing Sid leaning against the wall on the other side of my door. Had she been there the whole damned time? She stepped away from the wall and my hands automatically shot out to stop her from touching me. “How long you been here?”

  Anger glinted in her brown eyes, and her red mouth twisted. “Long enough.”

  “Then you know I don’t need you.” Her gasp of outrage told me that she didn’t like my response, but I didn’t give a fuck. “Why aren’t you down grinding on the poles?” I snapped. That’s what she got paid for.

  “I’m off tonight,” she said with a pout. “I knew you’d be returning and I wanted to make sure I was available for you.” She reached back and undid the tie to her bikini top, letting it drop to the floor.

  I didn’t know why she did it, her large, fake tits didn’t turn me on, and they never had. But it didn’t stop me from thinking about another pair of perfect tits sleeping in my bed. My eyes dropped briefly to the tiny triangle covering her shaved mound. It was so tight that half of it was up in her slit.

  “See anything you want?” Excitement simmered in her brown eyes.

  Sid was used to coming to my room when I returned from a long run. It had become a habit, especially once she knew that I’d stopped fucking the other sweetbutts. She obviously misinterpreted my look. “Fuck no,” I snarled, preventing her from removing the bottom piece when she reached for it.

  Her expression darkened, her hands faltering at the ties at her sides. “Why not? You fucked her!” She accused, slapping her hands on her bony hips.

  Well, that answered the question as to how long she’d been in the hallway, but what pissed me off was her fucking attitude. I struck before she had a chance to realize her mistake, gripping the front of her neck and pushing her back against the wall. Her eyes rounded with fear, but didn’t prevent me from tightening my hold.

  I lowered my face down to hers and grated, “You forget yourself, bitch. You don’t ever fucking talk to me like that. You don’t own me. You aren’t anything to me. Just because I let you suck my dick doesn’t mean I want you.” She coughed a little, her face turning red. “Understand?”

  The only thing she could do was nod. I released her and she nearly slumped to the floor. “Now go find someone else to bother.”

  With a huff she scooped up her top and rushed down the hallway. I shook my head and headed down to the bar and strip club. I liked to stick my head in when I was around, to make sure things were running smoothly. Every night of the week was a fucking madhouse down there.

  We’d lucked out purchasing the old abandoned farm house after it’d been on the market for years. Absolutely no one had shown any interest and we’d picked it up at a steal, mostly because it was located so far outside of any local towns it was the perfect location for an MC that wanted seclusion from nosey citizens. The whole house had been gutted and reconfigured to make a bar, restaurant, kitchen, and clubhouse. The kitchen separated the restaurant and the bar so that we had two independent businesses. Upstairs rooms were used by the brothers.

  The five club sweetbutts, including Sid, didn’t live on the property. They had their own places, but they did have access to some of the rooms upstairs for private entertaining. The club paid them for waitressing and dancing but if they wanted to earn a little extra on their backs who was I to stop them? As long as we weren’t tagged by the authorities for running prostitution it wasn’t any of my business what went on behind closed doors.

  The girls knew that, and they knew what would happen if they fucked up. We might have been an outlaw cl
ub and done the occasional illegal shit, but there on home ground we tried to keep things on the up and up. That also included the tattoo and gun shop the club owned in town. We paid taxes on those businesses. That allowed us to divvy up and keep the money we earned under the table for extracurricular activities. Most of us used the extra income smartly.

  I smirked, reaching for the door that led to the back of the bar. We were fucking upstanding citizens.

  As I entered the main room I scanned the crowd. So far it looked tame. Marnie, Lynn and Janet were each at their perspective stripper poles. Snake and Joanne were behind the bar. As the door closed behind me I caught Joanne’s eye and motioned her over.

  “Welcome back, boss,” she smiled, popping a mouthful of gum.

  “We have a guest upstairs,” I began, looking down at the smallest sweetbutt in the club and assessing her size. Like most of the girls Joanne was thin with a huge rack, and about the same height as Audra. “Round up some clothes for her to wear and take them up to my room.”

  She gave a nod and took off without question. I made my way over to Snake, who had just finished pouring a beer. He set it down in front of the patron and turned my way.

  “Hey, Prez.”

  “Been quiet around here?” I asked, scanning the crowd.

  He shrugged. “For the most part. Had a few nomads in here the other night but they were cool. A fight broke out Saturday night over a chick, but we put a stop to that shit fast.”

  “Regulars?”

  He nodded. “I reminded them of the rules.”

  First offences were free, second offenses got a man banned from the establishment for six months, and a third offense was forever. First time visitors to Naughty Nights didn’t get any second chances. We couldn’t afford trouble at our home base. The only time I wanted the law at our doors was if they were here to drink and enjoy the girls dancing. Hell, a couple of them had even taken a girl upstairs for a little private time.

  “Heard you wiped the floor with Covacks’ boys.”

  “Yeah,” I admitted, recalling how brutal the fights had been. Covacks’s fighters were lethal fucks, trained for death matches explicitly. That’s what made the pot so fucking high. If you went into the ring with a Covacks’ fighter and won, you took home big money. Death matches didn’t necessarily mean that you killed your opponent, but you came damned close to it.

  I thought about the gruesome scene we’d come upon on our way home. Christ, if it turned out to be Covacks’ son there was going to be hell to pay. People would die. You didn’t take something from Covacks without starting a war. I’d made the call to him during church, telling him of our suspicions, and he’d taken the news with the deadly calm and cool indifference he was known for. There was nothing to do now but wait.

  “So, what’s with the new chick? I heard she’s a looker.”

  “She’s not here for the club.” The thought of her tight little pussy made me wish that she was. “Gonna be turned loose as soon as I know the club is safe from her old man.”

  Snake’s brows rose. “She on the run?”

  I nodded. “The man she’s running from wants her ass back, too. We’ve already had a run-in with a couple of his people. Fox is looking into it now.”

  “Oh, by the way, the naughty room is booked this weekend.”

  The naughty room was easy money for the club, and the clients usually paid in cash because they didn’t want a record of the transaction. “What night?”

  “All three, and by the same dude. His only request is he wants two girls every night and they’re to spend the whole night with him.”

  I smirked. Not such an unusual request. Booking the special room was, though. The room and the services that were included cost a grand a night. The girls had to comply with everything the patron asked for, as long as it didn’t include physical contact or sex, unless the girls were okay with it. Most of the time they were, because it usually meant a huge tip for them at the end.

  “Who booked it?”

  Snake pulled out a ledger and flipped the pages before coming to one and stopping. He glanced up at me. “Percy Dubois, paid up front, too.”

  The name didn’t mean anything to me. My cell vibrated in my back pocket and I reached for it, watching the group of people who were just walking into the place. They were dressed up and looked as if they were coming in from a celebration somewhere else. Glancing down, I noticed that the call was from Fox. I turned my back on them. “Yeah?”

  “Got some news on Winthrop.”

  “I’ll be right there.” The computer room was back in the club area next to our meeting room. I cut through the kitchen, came out where the brothers hung out, passed the restrooms and continued down a smelly hallway. I knocked only to let Fox know that I was there. “What have you got?” I asked, pushing his door closed behind me.

  He nodded for me to come over to where he was sitting in front of his computer. “Take a look.”

  I leaned over his shoulder and looked down at the screen. He’d pulled up an article, but my eyes were drawn to the pictures embedded in it. No fucking way. “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?”

  There was no hesitation in Fox’s response. “Yep. The article suggests these two are business partners.”

  “This shit just keeps getting better and better,” I mumbled beneath my breath. I skimmed over the article. “What else have you got?”

  Fox released a deep sigh. “Except for this little surprise, it appears that Dane Winthrop is an upstanding guy. No arrests, no complaints, nothing to indicate that he’s on anyone’s radar. Owns a few casinos in Vegas, brings in a lot of revenue.” Fox glanced up at me. “Nothing to indicate he’s dirty.”

  I thought for a minute, grinding my teeth at the possibility that Audra had played me for a fool. But then, the men Winthrop had sent after her hadn’t been playing around. “Anything on his girlfriend?”

  Fox turned back to the computer. “Not much. Dude’s pretty private about his personal life, but there are pictures.” He was scrolling as he spoke. “Real looker.”

  I leaned in to get a better look. There was a grouping of photos of Winthrop and Audra, both dressed to the nines and attending some charity function. Audra looked like a fucking princess in her sparkling evening gown, dripping in jewels, all that red hair piled up in a cluster of sexy curls on top of her head. I had to admit that they made a striking couple, and in the photos at least, they looked happy together. Winthrop’s arm was curled around her small waist, keeping her close to his side. For some reason the sight of his hand touching her made me want to break it.

  I shook the thought away and squinted down at the name beneath the photo. Audra Waters. “Do some digging into the girlfriend and find the dirt on Winthrop. It’s there.” My gut told me the fucker was buried up to his neck in shit, he just hadn’t been caught yet.

  “Sure thing, Prez.”

  I left Fox with one thought on my mind.

  To get some answers from Audra.

  Chapter 12

  Audra

  I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in the borrowed clothes Joanne had brought me. Not bad. I was petite, mostly meaning that I was short, but there was nothing petite about my full curves. Joanne was close to my size, perhaps a little bustier. She apologized for the lack of underwear, explaining that she didn’t wear any. The cut-off jean shorts were not only too short, but there was a frayed spot that revealed a little too much cheek. There was nothing I could do about that. At least the tank she’d brought me covered everything.

  I braided my thick hair and slipped into my boots. Not the perfect ensemble, but again, I didn’t have a choice. I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to let Hawk continue to order me around. I’d earned my independence and meant to keep it. Really, the man was just too much. He might be sexy as fuck, had given me some intense orgasms, but he wasn’t in control of me. As soon as I found a damn phone I was going to call Carol and end this craziness.

  Instincts guided me b
ack down to the first floor and from there I let my hearing take over. Noise meant people, and people meant phones. I opened several doors before finding my way to the room where we’d first entered. First glance revealed that there were more bikers now, all of them wearing the Phantom Riders cut, all of them pausing from what they were doing the second I entered the room. I halted in the doorway, wondering if my presence would be welcomed. At first I thought I was the only woman there, until I saw the woman who’d walked in on me and Hawk earlier. It was obvious she was still pissed over the incident.

  “Well, hello, darlin’!” someone said enthusiastically. I followed the voice to a hairy, grizzled man sitting at a small bar. “You look lost.”