Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (64 page)

Hawk dropped to his knees. Cara looked down at his corded back and saw a large tattoo which resembled the Insurgents’ logo. As she scrutinized the tattoo, his mouth nearing her pussy distracted her. As she leaned against the tile wall, Hawk spread her legs and rubbed her swollen lips with his finger, causing Cara’s sex to clench. Rubbing his finger up and down the side of her mound, he grazed her hard nub with his thumb. As she bent over, he pushed her legs farther apart and placed one on the shower bench while he put his mouth on her sweetness. His firm tongue stroked her clit while he eased two fingers inside her tight pussy, pushing them high inside her. He crooked his fingers and slid them over a rough, ridged area deep in her. He touched it, arousing her G-spot with static strokes while his tongue laved her hardened clit.

Cara’s pussy felt different as slow waves of spasms began on the outside of it, but deep inside her, Hawk’s fingers were making her pussy feel engorged and tight. The core of pleasure inside her was deep and intense, and as the spasms from her clit peaked, sensations from Hawk’s fingers on her G-spot ignited an explosion like she had never experienced. She let out a blood-curdling yell. Her fingernails dug into Hawk’s back as she thrashed against the wall, her knees weakened, and she slipped down to the shower floor. Seeking his lips, she kissed him passionately as her body reeled from the intensity of her orgasm.

Watching Hawk, she panted. “That was mind-blowing. What the hell did you do?”

Smiling seductively, he held her against him. Pushing him back on his ass, she rubbed her body against his, and her tender mound felt his stiff cock.

He got up and sat on the shower bench. “Come over here,” he commanded.

Cara obliged, kneeling before him. She licked the head of his cock, tasting his briny pre-come, then she stroked his shaft as she licked her lips. Catching Hawk’s eye, she moved her hand up and down his cock, and while she slowly grazed her mouth against his dick, her eyes locked with his. Cara tightly gripped Hawk’s length at the base, and while she skimmed the tip of her tongue around the hard ridge under his head, Hawk closed his eyes and moaned.

Cara sucked the head while she licked his cock, like she was enjoying her favorite popsicle. Hawk’s thighs tightened as she steadily tasted his dick. Opening her mouth wider, she took in more of his cock until she had his full length between her lips, moving up and down gently at first then faster and harder. Like a vise, she clamped tighter around his shaft as her fingernails dug into his hips. She looked into his smoldering eyes and stopped to give him a devilish grin. He grabbed her hair, yanking it hard before he guided her mouth back to his rigid cock.

Cara sucked tightly on his dick, and Hawk’s groans of pleasure told her she was stroking all the right spots. Withdrawing his hardness from her mouth, she gently glided her teeth along his shaft, trailing it with her tongue. Lightly scratching his swollen balls with her nails, she delicately took one into her mouth, rolling it around and licking it with her tongue. Hawk moaned, shifted his position, and pulled her hair harder. As she lavished feathery kisses on his other ball, she moved her hand up and down his cock.

“Fuck, babe, you’re killing me. My cock feels good in your mouth, and what you’re doing to my balls… fuck, just fuck,” he rasped.

Cara held his balls in her hand as she put his cock back in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her sucking and groaning reverberating in the shower. Hawk placed his hands on her shoulders. “I want to fuck you. I want my cock in your tight pussy.”

Hawk stood up, jumped out of the shower, rifled through one of his bathroom drawers, and came back with a condom. After he slipped it on, he drew Cara into him for a feverish kiss. Then Hawk swung her around and had her bend over the shower bench.

“I can’t wait to get my cock in your hot pussy, babe. You ready for me?”

“Yes, I’m dying to feel you inside me.”

Hawk rubbed his cock between Cara’s ass cheeks while he massaged her pussy with his hand, her ass wiggling as his dick played between her rounded globes. He slid his hardness down to her heat, coating it with her wetness before easing it into her tightness. Thrusting slowly at first, he picked up his pace as she squealed in delight.

“Faster. I want it hard and fast,” she said.

“I’ll fuck you rough, baby, rougher than you’ve ever had it. I love fuckin’ your pussy.”

Hawk slammed into her over and over, his cock slippery from her wetness, his balls slapping against her thighs. Cara ground her ass into Hawk’s cock each time it came in; her tits bounced, her ass wiggled, and her pussy was on fire. From Hawk’s thickness in her and his grunts, she knew he was ready to explode. The heat in her rose steadily, and the contractions started slow and built to a peak as wave after wave of bliss sent her over the edge again and again. “Hawk!”

“Fuck. You’re squeezing the shit outta my cock as you come. Fuck, baby.” Throwing his head forward, he kissed the back of her neck, cupping her breast as his legs tightened and he exploded in her. With each thrust, he grunted as he expended the last of his come inside her. Withdrawing, he pulled her into his arms, and they held each other while the warm water bathed them.

For the first time, Cara felt complete with a man, and she adored this badass with the piercings and tattoos. She loved the way he looked in his leather and denim, the way he walked, and the way he rode his Harley. Denying her feelings for too long, she let her reason get the best of her, but the truth was she couldn’t get enough of him. She decided to let herself go on this wild passionate ride. Protected in his powerful embrace, for the first time since Viper came to her office, she knew everything would be all right.

T
he next morning,
Cara woke up to the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon. When she reached out beside her, Hawk’s place was empty. She snuggled deeper under the down comforter, but her stomach growled. Reluctantly, she left the comfort of the bed and went to wash up before going downstairs.

Cara watched Hawk as he stood by the stove, turning the bacon in an iron skillet. He had on gray sweat pants and was bare from the waist up. In the sunlight, Cara saw the large back tattoo of the Insurgents’ emblem—an ink replica of the patch he wore on the back of his leather jacket. She remembered reading that a member’s back piece represented his undying loyalty to the club. It also told other biker clubs that a member had been in the motorcycle club for ten years or more. On the back of his right arm, she noticed the initials “IFFI” (Insurgents Forever, Forever Insurgents) in Germanic script. His back and arm muscles rippled with each movement he made.
He is magnificent.

She padded over to him and looped her arms around his waist, kissing his upper shoulder. “Morning,” she breathed into his back.

Hawk turned his head toward her, smiling as he kissed the top of her head, saying, “You smell wonderful.”

“You, too,” she said, breathing in his fresh-soap scent. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him on his lips.

He kissed her back while his tongue demanded possession of her mouth, and she gladly parted her lips. Swinging around, he crushed her against him as he kissed her while she grabbed his ass with her hands, digging her fingernails into his firm flesh.

“Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you,” he growled. He cupped her tits and brought his mouth down her neck, kissing, biting, and sucking urgently.

“No, Hawk, not there. I can’t have it showing on my neck. I can’t go to court like that.”

“I want every man to see my mark so they know they better fuckin’ stay away from you.”

“Please, Hawk. I’ll have to wear scarves for a week. I hate wearing anything around my neck,” she murmured as her body tingled.

“Too late, babe. You’re wearing my mark.”

“You should do it where no one but me can see.”

“I can do that,” he said as he tugged her t-shirt up over her breasts. Bringing his mouth down over her tits, he sucked as she swayed and moaned. As he marked her tits, he pinched her nipples between his fingers. “Fuck, your tits are so soft. I love the way they feel in my hands.”

Cara’s panties were completely wet and she drew Hawk closer to her, making his hard cock press into her stomach as she moved her body sideways then up and down. Hawk breathed in through his clenched teeth. “Take your pants off,” he ordered.

Cara shrugged out of her black yoga pants and bikini panties before he picked her up and placed her on the counter. She shivered as her bare ass touched the granite countertop. Hawk stood in front of her, and she wrapped her long legs around his tapered waist as he licked her nipples with his tongue while he rubbed her pussy up and down his cock. Touching her sensitive nub, he rolled it between his fingers. She pulled out his hair tie and ran her fingers through his long, silky hair.

When his fingers went into her pussy, she cried out while he pushed her back so she was resting on her elbows, giving him greater access to her throbbing mound. Goosebumps pebbled her skin as his soft tongue traced her body down past her ribcage, her stomach, and ultimately to her engorged pussy. He licked her slick lips, cooling some of the heat. Her mound clenched wildly as he licked, nipped, and squeezed it, then his tongue entered her tightness and fucked her as he rubbed her hard nub.

“Hawk, it feels so good,” Cara said as the tightness turned into blasts of relief over and over again as her pussy exploded. Then, in the midst of this explosion, Hawk’s hard cock slammed into her. Her pussy encased his throbbing dick like a glove, and he grunted as he thrust in and out of her while she scratched his back with her nails, drawing him closer to her.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy. It’s perfect for my cock. Fuck,” he grunted between pants.

She screamed out at the same time he yelled, “Cara!” They both climaxed, melding into each other as one.

“Fuck! This is one of the most intense fuckings I’ve ever had,” Hawk panted.

Cara, reeling from multiple orgasms, stroked Hawk’s hair. “You know how to please me.”
I’m hopelessly hooked.
Realizing they hadn’t used a condom, Cara’s stomach lurched. She knew she was clean, and she had started on the pill a few weeks before, just in case. Covering her mouth with her hand, she said, “Oh, shit.”

As if reading her mind, Hawk said, “I know, babe, we did this one bare. I just wanted to fuck you so bad that I didn’t think.”

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. You?”

“I’m clean, but I’m not on the pill,” he joked.

She slapped his shoulder, laughing.

“Damn, the bacon is burnt to a crisp. I forgot about it,” Hawk said as he ran over to the stove to turn it off.

“I thought it was our lovemaking that was causing all the smoke.” She winked.

Staring at her for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, our
fuckin’
is damn hot.”

He opened all the doors to air out the room before the smoke alarm went off, placed another frying pan on the burner, then looked at her with a dimpled smile, saying, “Let’s try this again.”

While they ate their bacon and eggs, Hawk talked Cara into staying with him for the next week until he got things under control.

“You should be okay here. No one knows you’re here, right?”

“Only my cousin Eric and Asher. I didn’t tell Sherrie because I don’t want her to be involved.”

“I told you not to tell anyone.”

“Eric is cool, and so is Asher. I trust them.”

“In a situation like this, you can’t trust anyone. You shouldn’t have told them where you were. Even if you trust them, you’ve opened them up to danger.”

“You’re right, I didn’t think.”

“You gotta come with me to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”

“What if I don’t want to go? My only experience with your clubhouse was that night with all those guys. I don’t want to go.”

“That was different. You were alone. The members thought you were a hoodrat—a woman open for sex with any brother, any time. It’ll be different now ’cause you’re with me. You have to remember to stay with me at all times, especially during a party. You can’t wander around by yourself. You got that?”

“It’s ridiculous that I can’t be safe if I go to the bathroom by myself. What kind of club do you belong to?”

“It’s just the way it is, babe. Don’t fuckin’ argue with me about this. You need to stick by me, if you want to be safe. You’re not claimed and you’re not wearing my patch, so you need to be smart and stick to me, got it?”

“What do you mean by claimed and the patch thing?”

“When a woman is claimed and wears the brother’s patch, she belongs to him. All Insurgents members and other biker clubs respect the woman ’cause they know she belongs to a patched member.”

“‘Belongs’? What does the patch say?”

“It says ‘Property of’ and the member’s name.”

“‘Property’? You look at the woman as your
property
?” she asked, her voice rising.

“It’s not what you think. You citizens don’t get it. It’s like the woman belongs to the member and the member belongs to the woman. It’s a respect thing. It’s like wearing a ring or a letterman’s sweater. In our world, the women wear the patch.”

Cara shook her head. “I don’t know, it sounds sexist to me.”

“Would you wear a ring if a guy gave it to you as something serious?”

“Yeah, I would.”

“It’s the same thing, but instead of a ring, the woman gets the patch. It means respect and love, you know?”

“I guess.”

“Anyway, you gotta stick with me because you don’t have a patch. A sexy woman like you can get into all kinds of trouble if you wander off without me. Tonight, the chapters in other parts of Colorado are coming for a party, so it’ll be wild. You
have
to stay with me, no fuckin’ arguments.” Hawk’s eyebrows knit together as he looked at Cara.

With pursed lips, she nodded.

“Let’s go back to your place so you can pack some things. You can drive and I’ll follow you. I know you know where the clubhouse is.”

She was scared to go to the clubhouse, but she was also curious as hell to see what went on behind those brick walls. She would heed Hawk’s words and stick to him at all times. A touch of what those guys were capable of was enough to know she didn’t want to end up on the floor of the clubhouse servicing a bunch of rough, drunk bikers. She shuddered. Five months back, she never would have dreamt that she’d be hanging out at the Insurgents’ clubhouse with a sexy, rough biker as her lover.
Life is strange.