Then the remaining pack of Warriors sped through the grass riding low over their bikes, hopped over a curb and escaped down a nearby side street.
Another group of bikes roared past the tent going the same direction as the Warriors. Kiki only got a glimpse of who they were. It was a mix of Dark Knights, Dirty Angels and Blue Avengers. They were hot on the Warriors’ tail.
She spun around, looking at Diamond, who now sat up with Jewel bent over her, brushing Diamond’s long dark hair out of her face, asking her if she was all right.
“No, I’m not all right. I’m pissed. Those fuckers got away with some of the money.”
“Everyone’s going after them,” Ivy said, standing close by, hands on hips. “They’re not going to get far, hopefully. Especially when the cops are part of the chase.”
“How many did they get?”
Kiki looked around at the scattered barrels and counted. “Four.” Her gaze landed on the biker who didn’t wear a cut. He was squatting next to the knocked-out Warrior. He wiped the back of his hand over his bloody mouth, but only managed to just smear it worse.
Diamond crawled over and sat down beside him. She grabbed his face and turned it toward her. “You okay?”
He nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Whether he was out of breath or just angry, Kiki couldn’t tell. His eyes still looked a bit wild.
“What’s your name?” Di asked him.
He finally managed to focus on her. “Slade.”
“Who do you belong to?”
He didn’t answer for a moment, just studied her. “No one.”
Then Hawk, Jag, and Zak surrounded them with a mixture of worry and fury on their faces.
Hawk’s eyes looked almost as wild as Slade’s as he inspected the half-disabled tent, the remaining scattered money barrels and the women. “What the fuck?” he growled.
Jag wrapped an arm around Ivy, pulling her to his side. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes, I only ran over here after I saw what was going down. They didn’t touch me.”
He nodded, his eyes landing on Slade. “Thanks, brother.”
“Only got here in time to get this fucker off her,” he tilted his head toward Kiki.
Hawk’s gaze landed on her, his jaw tight, then he reached down and hauled her up by her armpits. He inspected her, probably to see if she was hurt. He yanked one of the spaghetti straps of the camisole up higher onto her shoulder. “You okay?”
Kiki brushed off the seat of her ass, ignoring his assessing look. “Yes, fine.”
Hawk tipped his chin toward the downed biker. “He touch you?”
“He—”
“Grabbed her arm and was ready to kidnap her,” Diamond volunteered.
Oh brother. She was going to try to play it down to Hawk, knowing that information might put him into a tailspin and she wasn’t wrong.
His nostrils flared and he began to move toward the unconscious male. Kiki grabbed his arm and shook her head. “Hawk, no. You’re on probation, let the cops deal with him.”
Zak whacked him on the back. “Good idea. Need all boots on the ground. Won’t do us any good if you’re tossed back inside.”
They need all boots on the ground? For what? Some sort of war? A spark of fear ran through her.
Hawk’s gaze jumped from her to the Warrior. “Good thing Slade got to him before I did. Fucker wouldn’t be breathin’ right now.”
Jesus.
Zak stepped closer to Slade. “Said this once before, brother, you should join us.”
Slade wiped the back of his hand over his bleeding mouth again. “Not gonna be a prospect.”
Zak held out a hand. Slade grabbed it and Zak helped pull him off the ground. When Slade got to his feet, with their hands still clasped, Zak bumped shoulders with him. “After today, don’t need to be. Jumped in to protect our women. Got our appreciation.”
Hawk went over, nodding. He clasped hands with Slade and bumped shoulders with him, too. “Thanks, brother. Owe you one.”
Slade just nodded and raked a hand over his short, dark hair, staring at Diamond. “You okay? Got kicked in the gut.”
Diamond’s hand went to her belly. “Hurts like hell. It’ll probably bruise, but yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.”
Slade nodded again. He dropped his gaze to the fallen Warrior, then nudged him not-so-gently with his boot. “Whataya gonna do with this piece of shit?”
Hawk went over and gave the unconscious biker a firm nudge with his boot, too. Kiki was pretty sure Hawk wanted to kick him a lot harder. “Nothin’. Too many 5-0 around. Like Keeks said, gonna let them deal with this one. We’ll deal with the rest.”
“Didn’t 5-0 ride off after ‘em with some other brothers?” Slade asked.
“Yeah. Ain’t gonna do anything right now,” Hawk murmured, his eyes sliding to Kiki.
She frowned. “You’re not going to do anything later, either. Otherwise, you’re going to land back in County,” she reminded him.
“Right,” he muttered, returning her frown with an even bigger scowl.
“Right,” she huffed.
A prospect, apparently named Rooster by the look of his name patch, ran up out of breath. “5-0 on their way.”
He had a mohawk, too, but his was a lot longer and messier than Hawk’s well-maintained hairstyle. It actually flopped to the side somewhat just like a cock’s comb. No wonder he was called Rooster.
“Gonna get these women outta here,” Zak said. He turned to Jag. “Make sure your sister gets home. Probably needs to rest.”
“I have no way to get there,” Diamond interjected. “And I don’t want to go home anyway. I want to go back to church.”
“Where’s your car?” Jag asked.
“Most of us women carpooled over from church.”
Jag’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
Kiki couldn’t miss the dark cloud that crossed Jag’s sister’s face. “First off to not clog up the parking and, second, we met at church this morning. While you all were on your fun Poker Run, we were all working.”
Jag swatted a dismissing hand in his sister’s direction. Kiki didn’t miss the look Ivy gave him.
“So, who’s got their cage here?” Jag asked.
“Bella drove us,” Kiki volunteered.
“Get Bella to take you wherever then,” Jag said impatiently to his sister.
“Bella took off after one of the Warriors—”
“What the fuck?” Hawk shouted, causing all eyes to turn his direction.
Di frowned at him. “If you’d let me finish! Bella took off on foot after one of those assholes that stole the money. Axel chased her down, snagged her mid-stride, and they disappeared. Who knows where they went off to,” she finished.
“Fuckin’ Axel,” Hawk muttered.
Kiki was dying to ask who Axel was, but didn’t think it was the appropriate time. She just figured he was one of the cops but had no idea how he was connected to the club.
Though, Hawk sort of cleared that up when he pointed at Zak. “Your fuckin’ brother needs to keep his hands off Bella.”
Zak raised both of his palms. “Preachin’ to the choir, brother. Don’t want that dick anywhere near DAMC property.”
Hawk grunted and nodded. He turned towards Kiki. “You parked at church?”
“Yes, I—”
“Ridin’ with me.”
She ignored his bossiness. She could find another way back to church to get her Vette.
“Jag, you take Di,” Zak said.
Jag shook his head. “Can’t. Ivy got here on the back of my sled.”
“Fuck,” Zak cursed. He looked toward Hawk, who shook his head and tipped his eyes toward Kiki. “Fuck,” he muttered again.
“I’ll take her.”
All eyes turned to Slade in surprise.
“Can take her on the back of my bike.”
“Brother, that’s my sister,” Jag said with narrowed eyes and a warning clear in his voice.
“Yeah, got that. I’ll be careful.”
Jag nodded reluctantly and glanced at Zak. “He okay to come back to church?”
“Yeah, not a problem. If the committee agrees, want him to patch in anyway. Got a feelin’ everyone’s gonna gather there once the chase is over. Be a good opp to introduce him.”
“Wait! What the fuck? He gets to patch in without being a prospect?” Rooster squawked.
Hawk’s gaze landed on the younger man. “Yeah, got a problem with that, hand over your cut.”
Rooster clearly had a problem with it but kept his mouth shut. Though, by the way his face contorted, it looked like he struggled with it.
“Stay here an’ watch this asshole ‘til the pigs get here. An’ if you got a problem with that, too, tell me now.”
Roosters lips thinned at Hawk’s words.
Hawk cocked an eyebrow at him and gave him a few seconds to change his mind, then he directed his gaze to Kiki. “You’re on the back of my sled.”
She sighed. “I can wait for Bella.”
“You’re on the back of my sled,” he repeated, more firmly this time.
She opened her mouth to argue, then snapped it shut. “Fine,” she relented.
“Yep, sure is. Let’s go.” He put a broad hand to the small of her back and gave her a gentle shove.
Kiki took a couple steps, then stopped to look over her shoulder. “The money.”
“Z will take care of it.”
“Why are you so fucking bossy?” she whispered loudly, not masking her annoyance.
“Tell you when we get to my ride.”
“Tell me now.”
“No.”
“Hawk.”
“Let’s go.” He grabbed her arm and she cried out when he grabbed the same spot that the Warrior had. “What the fuck?”
Crap. She needed to get Hawk away from the unconscious biker before he saw the bruise which was starting to bloom on her arm. He may lose his shit when he spotted that. She started walking fast over the grass to where a few bikes were parked, figuring one of those was his. “You want us to go, so let’s go.”
He jogged after her, catching up in an instant. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Which one is yours again?”
His mouth flattened as he moved to his bike and straddled it. “Get on.”
She planted a hand on his shoulder and mounted behind him, glad the seat had a back to it that she could lean on.
He kicked the starter, the bike roared to life and within seconds they were off. Then not a minute later, he pulled behind a building at the far end of the fairgrounds, shut the bike off, kicked the stand down and dismounted. He turned, hands on hips and stared at her.
When his eyes dropped to her arm, she got a little worried. A thunderous look crossed his face. “That fucker do that to you?”
She looked down and noticed the bruise on her bicep beginning to take the shape of a hand. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, you will. ‘Cause Slade stepped in.” He brushed an agitated hand over his short mohawk. “Shoulda been there by your side all day. I fucked up.”
“I don’t need you by my side watching over me like a sentry. Not only do I not need it, I don’t want it.”
His head jerked back and his expression got even darker. “Woman, seriously. Not in the mood for you to push my buttons.”
“Oh, you’re not, are you?”
“No.”
She planted a hand on her hip. “What are you going to do about it?”
Again, his head jerked back and his eyes narrowed. Kiki yelped as he grabbed her elbow and hauled her from the back of the bike. He pulled her over to the building, pressing her against the concrete block wall.
“Show you what I’m gonna do,” he grumbled. Then dropped his head and took her mouth.
Her lips parted in a gasp and he took advantage of it by sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, laying claim to her once again.
Her stomach fluttered and a warmth rushed through her landing in her center.
God, she’d missed this. Missed him.
She’d gone a whole month without him. Without any contact. She didn’t want to admit it, at least not until now, how much she truly missed him.
It was absolutely crazy that she needed a man like this. Like Hawk. Someone who so did not fit into her life.
Before him, she had felt empty for a long time with only her career driving her. And the stunning realization that this man could fill her soul hit her hard.
She thought she could live without him, that he was just a temporary fix to fill a particular need. But, no. He was more than that. His bossiness annoyed her, no doubt. But that was him. That was Hawk.
He’d probably never change.
Even so, a little part of her liked it. Hell, loved it. It thrilled her when he took control, got demanding. Became possessive of her, acted like she was his, felt the need to protect her like she was something delicate and breakable.
Even though she was far from that.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed to her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, groaning into his mouth.
She could have sworn he groaned, too.
His hips pinned her to the wall, and that left no doubt how hard he was.
She didn’t care that they were out in the open for anyone to come upon, where anyone could see what they were doing. At this moment, she only cared about him, what his mouth was doing, how good he felt pressed against her.
She yanked his T-shirt out of his jeans and slid her hands up his belly, over his warm, firm skin and solid muscles. He thrust against her and she whimpered.
He pulled back until his mouth was just a hair’s breadth away. He was breathing hard as he pressed his forehead to hers, cupping her cheek. His chest rose and fell rapidly under her palms.
He’d missed her, too.
“Hawk,” she breathed.
He rocked his head side to side. “Babe, gotta get outta here before I fuck you against this wall. Unlike my brother, I care if my lily-white ass is on display.”
“Are we going back to your place?”
He released her and stepped back. “No. Gotta go to church to wait for word. Gotta room there.”
“Won’t everyone be there, though?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess we’ll have to make it quick then.”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
Chapter Eleven
Hawk ran his tongue between the folds of her slick pussy, tasting her tangy sweetness.
He missed this shit. Missed his wild hellcat.
With one arm braced over her hips, he kept her from squirming too much. Slipping two fingers inside her hot, wet cunt, her hips jerked once again. He pressed his lips to her clit and sucked hard.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” she whimpered, which made him even harder than he already was, and precum began to bead faster at the tip.
He needed to be inside her. And he needed that soon. Otherwise, he was going to blow his load all over his bed at church. And that would be a waste.
He wanted to savor her taste, make her come at least once before driving his dick home.
Home.
This woman felt like home to him. And that was fucking crazy.
Curving his fingers, he located that little spot inside her and she threw her head back, crying out. Her muscles clenched around him as he continued his assault.
Pulling back enough to see the glistening pink of her pussy, he smiled at how soaked she could get. Her fingers dug into his scalp and she pressed his face harder into her cunt.
He chuckled.
“Not funny... keep going...”
“Gonna make you come, babe.”
“Not if you keep talking!”
He chuckled again and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue as he fucked her faster with his fingers.
“That’s it, honey.”
Hawk closed his eyes when she had breathed the word “honey.” Just for a moment,
he wanted to imagine that they did this every night, that she woke up next to him every morning and they’d do it all over again.
Her legs, draped over his shoulders, stiffened. “I’m going to...”
Yeah, she was.
He pressed his mouth harder against her clit, stroking his tongue repeatedly over that stiff little nub that made her hips jump wildly under his arm. Then he felt it. Tasted it. The gush of wetness that he’d only ever experienced with her.
For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t take any more. He rose up, covered her with his body, and drove his cock deep until he hit bottom.
She turned into his little wildcat, scratching, biting and mewing her encouragement as he powered in and out of her as hard and fast as he could.
Somewhere along the way, he lost his fucking mind. Everything disappeared except for her.
His eyes locked on hers and held. He could no longer feel her nails ripping at his skin, he could only feel how hot, wet and tight she was as her insides gripped his dick like a fist. He could only hear the hot, sexy sounds that escaped her parted lips. He could only see her face change with each thrust.
And, fuck him, he was a goner. A complete fucking goner.
She had stolen his soul, captured his heart. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to recover from that.
He couldn’t imagine anyone else for him other than the woman who was wrapped around him, taking every inch of him, making his chest swell and fill with something he never, ever fucking felt before.
Jesus, he was done.
“Gotta come, babe,” he growled, not slowing down. Each thrust pounded her body. Every little gasp she made, he answered with a grunt of his own.
“Gotta come, babe,” he warned again. She needed to come soon, or he was going to leave her behind and he didn’t want to do that. “Tell me when... Tell... me...”
“Now!” Her head bowed back, her mouth opened wide and a wail escaped her that pulled his balls so tight, he had no choice but to let go.
With one last grunt, he sank deep, holding her tight as his cum shot from his dick in powerful spurts.
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