Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (46 page)

Banger pulled his mouth away and the slut pouted and scolded him. “I ain’t finished yet, baby. I love the way you eat my pussy. I need to come for you and then suck your cock.” She ran her purple talons down his back.

Banger pushed her away, saying, “Slut, get outta here. I got club business goin’ now. Go on, get your ass outta here.”

Crestfallen, she jumped off the bar and Banger slapped her ass. “Later, bitch. I’ll finish ya later.”

She walked over to another brother who was drinking a beer at a table and sat on his lap, her ass pressing against his cock. As she brought her mouth down on his, they kissed and groped each other. Hawk shook his head. “Who’s that one? I haven’t seen her before.”

“Shit, I can’t remember her name. She and a bunch of her friends came by last night to party. They were wild—gave the brothers a good time. This slut, she must’ve done all the brothers every which way. She’s a damn good fuck. You should try her. She’s eyeing you now.”

Hawk looked over at the woman who was grinding her ass into Ronnie’s cock. She winked at Hawk and blew him a kiss. He stared, stone-faced. “Nah, I think I’ll pass. Not my type.”

“When in the fuck did that matter?” Banger joked. “You’ve fucked two and three sluts at once, and it didn’t look like you were all that choosy. Shit, it’s good pussy.”

Hawk shook his head; he didn’t want any of the bitches there. Yeah, he was horny as hell, and it had been a while since he had some pussy, but the only one he wanted was Cara’s. That woman was messing with his head, and it pissed him the hell off that he wanted her so much. He needed to just fuck the shit out of her and get it out of his system. After that, he could go back to his normal life: riding, working, drinking, and random pussy.

“The badges were here,” Banger said after he shut his office door.

“Shit. I knew they’d show up here, the motherfuckers. What did they want?”

“Said they were looking for you. I told ’em I haven’t seen you in days and they threw their chests out a bit, but a couple who are cool with us pulled the others back and they left. What the fuck’s up with this shit? We’ve never had problems like this. In Denver, yeah, the fuckin’ badges are a pain in the ass all the time, but here, we’re on good terms with the sheriff and some of the deputies. Something’s not right.”

“Ya think? They’re targeting me ’cause of that goddamned Fourth waiver. I should ring Les’ neck for striking that deal. I was a fuckin’ idiot to go along with it. Cara would never have given my Fourth away. We need to fire Les’ ass for good and put Cara on retainer.”

Looking at Hawk, Banger nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Les just wants his money. I don’t think he gives a shit anymore, not like he used to. This woman lawyer, she knows her stuff, and she’ll have our back. Let’s see what she can do with this shit you’re in. If she does good, we can put her on the payroll.”

Hawk smiled. “That would be sweet.”

“She’d be here to watch our legal asses, brother, not to fuck.” Banger paused, looking Hawk straight in the eyes. “I know you want her pussy. I saw it when we went to her office, and I can see it every time you say her name. Ain’t never seen you like this with any bitch. Don’t know what she’s got that the others don’t, but with this one, you gotta remember, she’s helping you. You don’t wanna fuck this up ’cause your cock keeps jerkin’. We got plenty of hot club sluts, mamas, and hoodrats. Use their holes to drain your itch. Got it?”

As the vein in Hawk’s neck pulsed, he fought the urge to slam Banger against the wall and tell him to fuck off. “I don’t need your fuckin’ advice on bitches and pussies.”

Staring into Hawk’s narrowed eyes, Banger said, “I can’t have you go to the joint. Already have Tigger and Skeet doing time—don’t need no more brothers in there. Don’t distract your lawyer; let her do her thing.”

“I’m not going anywhere, especially to the joint. I’ll shoot the bastards before that happens.”

“Just use your brain and not your cock in this situation. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be here. Did you talk to the lawyer?”

“Yeah, she said to stay in some shitty motel. I’m not doing that.”

“She’s right. The blue assholes will come back, and I don’t want you to be around when they do.”

“They’re not gonna find me.”

Banger sighed. “Okay. If they come back, go to the safe house.”

“Just what I was thinking.” Hawk walked toward the door.

“Where’re you goin’?”

“I have a fuckin’ ache that only a pussy can soothe.”

Hawk walked out and down the hallway to one of the rooms. Cara was causing him all kinds of trouble, like making him almost punch the shit out of the prez. Just thinking about her had him horny and pissed. He needed to get laid in a bad way, and he wanted to fuck his lawyer, but she was keeping her legs closed.
Fuck that
. Tension racked his body.
Fuck!

Scattered throughout the second and third floors of the compound were small and large rooms. They were for the brothers to crash, pass out, or screw in. The large rooms were for shooting pool, orgies, and pulling a train, if they got a bitch horny enough to want to screw all the brothers. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, they all came to get in on the fun. The big-titted blonde Banger was licking pulled a train at the previous night’s party—the slut was insatiable, and she was looking for more cock when Hawk came up to the third floor.

All of the officers had a permanent room on the third floor. As Hawk sauntered down the hallway, head down, he bumped into Jax leaving his room. Running his hand through his mussed-up hair, Jax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Waking up from your beauty sleep?” Hawk poked Jax in the ribs.

“Wild night. We had a group of new bitches who came to party, and shit, they could
party
.” Jax smiled.

“Heard one of them pulled a train. Been a while since that’s been done.”

“Yup. It was wild. Where the hell were you? You’ve been missing a lot of good parties, brother.”

“I got these badges on my ass, so I’m trying to fix it.”

“Don’t you have a lawyer who’s supposed to do that?”

“Yeah, and she is. I just need to be around her, you know, to make sure all is cool.”

“You’re aiming for her pussy. We all know that. You tired of the common sluts? You want a high-class one?” Laughing, Jax patted Hawk on the shoulder.

A dark warning spread over his features. “She’s helping me stay outta prison, that’s all.”

“Lighten up. Hell, if you weren’t so puppy-love-shit over her, I’d get me some of her pussy.”

Hawk’s eyes glinted like shards of glass. Throwing his hands up in the air, Jax said, “Just messin’ with you. No offense.” He ambled down the hall.

Hawk froze, trying to regulate his breathing and rid his mind of the image of tackling and punching the shit out of Jax. Thinking of anyone but him having Cara’s pussy made his blood boil, and just under the surface of his skin, a question poked at him: did someone have his cock in her? Not knowing if she was fucking some other guy drove him crazy, and he strained to dismiss the images of another man stroking Cara’s soft skin, her silky hair, and her full lips.

Dammit!
Hawk placed his fingers against his aching temples, hoping Cara would fade from his mind.
Shit
. Imagining her creamy-white skin, the way she smelled, and her soft lips on his made his cock strain against his jeans.
Fuck, she’s hot.
He needed to get some soon.

“What’re you doin’, Hawk?” a sultry voice asked.

Turning around, he recognized the blonde who’d had her pussy in Banger’s face. She wore shorts which showed her firm ass cheeks, and a low-cut tank top that exposed her ample breasts. Her blonde hair looked like it needed a dye job soon, but that didn’t bother Hawk. Sliding up to him, she touched his arm. She licked her full lips and put a finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly, brown eyes sparkling.

“Looking for some fun? I’d love to show you a good time.”

Hawk felt the pressure in his crotch. He’d had a hard-on ever since he remembered Cara’s soft body against his.
She should be here with me, not this slut with the bad hair.

Needles of anger pricked at his skin as recollections of Cara’s haughty attitude and stubbornness invaded his mind. He hated the way she pretended she was so proper just because she grew up in the ritzy part of town and his beginnings were in an old, rusted trailer. Anger flushed his face. She didn’t know shit—living in her rich, protected world. Who needed her bullshit? No, what he needed real bad was pussy. The uptight snob wasn’t there, but this juicy blonde was, so he motioned with his head for her to follow him. The blonde squealed and grabbed his hand, but he pulled away.

“You don’t like me touching you, darling?” she asked.

“If you wanna fuck, let’s do it. I don’t go in for the pretend-it-matters shit. Got it?”

“Whatever you say, honey.”

In Hawk’s room, the blonde stripped down to her neon pink thong before Hawk had his shirt off. “Anxious, are you?”

“For you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Some of the girls you fucked been talkin’ around ’bout how you know how to please a woman. I seen you ’round town on that hot Harley you ride. You know you’re handsome, don’t you? I ain’t met a good-lookin’ guy who don’t know it. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Hawk.”

“Do you wanna talk, or fuck?”

“I love doing both.”

“I don’t.”

Hawk pulled the whore toward him. “My name’s Lola,” she whispered.

“So?”

He ran his hands over her body while one hand cupped her firm ass. As she dragged her purple nails up and down his back, he unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock.

“Oh, honey, I like that,” she cooed.

She rubbed herself against his body as she went down on her knees. Taking his dick into her mouth, she sucked it while rubbing his taut balls. With his cock practically down her throat, she bobbed her head up and down, stroking the length of him as her fingers played with her pussy.

Throwing his head back, Hawk moaned then pulled Lola up, pushing her onto the bed. With her legs spread wide, he could see that neon pink string shining between her swollen pussy lips. Hawk sucked her breasts and she pulled his hair, forcing his face up toward hers. When her lips sought his, he turned away—a rough fuck was what he wanted, not kissing. He massaged Lola’s big tits, her peaks hardening, and he recalled how he loved the way Cara’s erect nipples felt under the fabric against his chest.

“Ooh, honey, I love the way you squeeze my boobies. You’re making me feel sooo good.” Lola writhed.

He touched her clit with his finger; she was more than ready. He slipped two fingers into her hungry pussy, and, noticing she was too loose, he shoved in a couple more. Lola groaned and grabbed his cock, stroking it as he finger-fucked her, his thumb playing with her nub. Her body started jerking; she was ready to come. “Come inside me, honey. I want your big cock in me,” she rasped.

Hawk leaned over and took a condom out of the nightstand. He ripped it open.

“No need for that, honey. I’m on the pill,” she said.

He rolled it on. “Aren’t you the one who pulled the train last night?” he grunted.

“Ooh, that was a blast, but I’m clean. I like feeling it bare.”

“Not with me.”

Lola pulled Hawk toward her. He shoved his cock into her eager pussy and banged her hard. Flipping her around, he fucked her rough from behind while she wiggled her ass. As he exploded, he yelled out, “Cara!” then pulled out and collapsed next to Lola. She turned around and snuggled up to him, but he pushed her away. “You gotta go now.”

She stared at him. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, it was good. No reason to stick around.”

She paused. “When’re you gonna take me for a ride on your Harley?”

“Never. Don’t let chicks ride on my bike.”

“Ever?”

“That’s right. Now, take it outta here.”

“Who’s Cara?”

Looking at her, Hawk shrugged.

“My name’s Lola, prick.” She zipped up her shorts and pulled her tank top over her boobs. Hawk had his back to her as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Another time?” she said sweetly.

She slammed his door as she left the room. The face he saw while fucking that slut was Cara’s.
Damn.
The whore wanted him to kiss her, but he couldn’t kiss anyone but Cara. Not anymore. Not since he’d tasted the sweetness of her mouth and felt the softness of her lips.

With a clenched jaw, he punched the mattress over and over while swearing. He
had
to reign in his emotions before he flipped out. After all, he’d just had some good pussy, but all he was left with was a headache. Yeah, his cock was satisfied, but he didn’t feel full like he always did after a good fucking. Running his hand through his hair, he smoothed it back then tied it in a ponytail. He thought screwing this whore would ease his tension, but it didn’t; he just wanted Cara more.

Shit, I just need to fuck her and get her out of my system for good.

Fuck…

A
light breeze
rustled through the trees in Cara’s front yard as she sat on her porch, skimming a new cookbook. She loved to cook, and when her life got crazy with her heavy caseload, she often wished she would have opted for culinary school instead of law school. Sipping a glass of homemade lemonade, she basked in the peacefulness of the moment; she relished these isolated slices of quietude in her hectic life.

A loud ping from her phone broke the stillness. She opened the text.

Luke:
Last night was great. Had the best time ever. U?

Cara:
Ya, was cool.

Luke:
Later today? Do something?

Cara:
Not 2nite. Working.

Luke:
On a Sat?

Cara:
I don’t have regular paycheck. Work for myself.

Luke:
U don’t have to. U could have big pay and Sat off.

Another ping. Cara opened the text.