Final Ride (Lords of Mayhem) (12 page)

“All right boys, church is over. Get the fuck out of here. I
know I will.” They all stood and began to flood out the door as Hawk turned to
Tiny. “You think I should tell Ariel? You know we aren’t going to let her go by
her place.”

“I wouldn’t jeopardize the trust between you two. Seems like
shit is going better than okay right now.” The curiosity in Tiny’s gaze made
Hawk laugh.

“Yeah, you could say that. When she’s not giving me hell, we
get along.”

“Long as she keeps her act right in front of people.” Tiny
paused. “Besides, I think you like that shit.”

“Maybe so.”

“So yes.” Tiny snorted.

“Asshole,” Hawk said.

Tiny laughed. “Eh, you got incoming. I’m going to find myself
a drink or two. Pregnant bitches are crazy.”

Hawk laughed. “This from Mr. It’s Time to Start on the Next Generation.”

“That shit might be true, but I forgot about this stage. You
know Katie’s grown. It’s been a long time since I had to deal with this shit. I
think I blocked it out.”

“Probably ’cause her mother is a raving bitch.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Plus I was young then. I had
more patience, I think.” Tiny shook his head. “Anyways, drinks for me.” Tiny
walked out the door and Hawk turned to meet Rayen’s cautious gaze.

“What’s up, brother?” Hawk said.

Rayen shrugged. “It’s weird being back, seeing everyone.” He
shook his head. “I don’t know man. So many new faces and changes.”

“All for the better,” Hawk said, studying him carefully. “You
solid?”

“Yeah, just weirded the fuck out.” Rayen shook his head. “They
try to prepare you for the outside, but after having someone to tell you what
to do every minute of the day for the past seven years… It feels wrong to make
all my own decisions.”

“Hey, we’re all here for you. Come on, I think you need to relax,
and I know just the woman to do it.” Hawk wrapped his arm around his brother’s
shoulder, ignoring the slight tension in his muscles, and led him from the room.
He scanned the crowded clubhouse and grinned when his eyes rested on Fancy.
Pretty, funny and flexible as shit, she’d loosen his brother up with a gentle
touch.

“Fance, I need you over here for a minute,” Hawk said.

Fancy glanced up and grinned. “On my way! Sorry, ladies.”
She waved at Star and Jewel, switching her way across the room. Hawk bit back a
laugh. Star and Jewel had been around the clubhouse for a long time, and all
but worn out their welcome. They’d probably be gone if they had somewhere else
to go. Ten years of hard living hadn’t left them in any shape to get back on
the strip club stage, and some of the older men had a soft spot for them. It
didn’t stop them from hating on the younger girls like Fancy.

“What can I do for you, V.P.?” she said popping the last
letter.

“My brother here, Rayen, needs to lighten up. I know of a
few women here who could offer up such a fun time.”

“Well I’m flattered, Hawk. I’ll do your boy right. What’s a
matter sweetheart, cat got your tongue?” Fancy said.

“Been a long time since I saw anyone as pretty as you,” Rayen
whispered.

“Oh, I like him.” Fancy grinned and took his hand. “Come on,
handsome, show me your room.”

Hawk clamped his brother on the back and laughed as he walked
away with the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Ariel said.

Hawk glanced down at Ariel and frowned. She looked
flustered. He wrapped his hand around her neck and massaged. “Walk with me.”
She opened her mouth, and he added a slight pressure. “Now.” She huffed but
clamped her jaw shut. “I don’t know what’s got you all worked up, but now isn’t
the time.”

They walked to his room. He guided her inside. “Before you
get all hot under the collar, you need to zip it and take a seat.”

She looked up at him, paused and sat down on the edge of his
bed.

“Pres told me your house got ransacked.”

“What?”

“They came at night and tore the place up. One of our guys
happened to notice the door ajar during a drive-by and he called in backup to
go inside.”

“Son of bitch.” She jumped off the bed. “I have to go clean
the place up and see if they took anything.”

“You know that’s not going to happen.”

“So I should just leave it a wreck?”

“No, we’ll send someone in to clean it up. They expect you
to come running so they can either grab you or tail you. Luckily we’re not that
stupid.”

She balled her hands into fists. “This isn’t some game; it’s
my life.”

“You think I don’t know that? Everything we’re doing right
now is to keep you alive, so you’d better watch how you come at me with that
mouth of yours.”

She glanced away. “I want these guys.”

He stepped toward her and placed his hands on her biceps,
feeling the fine tremors going through her body.

“And we’ll get them. But you can’t rush off half-cocked and
fuck up everything we’ve been working on, or misdirect your anger ‘cause, babe,
I’m no one’s punching bag. You get too wild with that shit and I’ll put you in
your place.”

She scowled.

“Look I’m being straight up. I’ve put more into you than any
other bitch. You should remember that the next time you want to lay into me for
shit I’m not responsible for.”

She dropped her head, and he grunted.

Good, that shit sank in.
“I know this isn’t what
you’re used to, but you been around us long enough to know what’s up. Get your
mind right and gather your thoughts before we head back out.”

“What about the girls?” she asked.

“We’re bringing them into the fold. I know they didn’t like
the thought of being surrounded by a bunch of rowdy men they don’t know, but
this is for their own good.”

“Thank God.”

He saw the pinched expression he’d fucked away weeks ago
return.
Not on my watch.
“Fuck that, we’re getting you wasted.”

“What?” She glanced up and waved her hands from side to
side. “No, that’s a terrible idea.”

“You got somewhere to be tomorrow?” he deadpanned.

“You fucking know I don’t.” She narrowed her eyes at him and
he laughed.

“Exactly.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her
to the door.

“You ass, don’t you do it.”

They crossed the threshold. She growled.

“You keep this up I’m going to start calling you Kitty.
Imagine all the pussy jokes that’d come your way.”

She quickly wiped the animosity from her face and fluttered
her eyelashes.

“Much better. You’re so pretty when you’re being a good
girl.” She clenched her jaw, and he chuckled. “I’ll prove I’m a nice guy. I’ll
let you pick your own poison.”

“You’re a real prince, Hawk.”

“I’m glad to hear you think so, babe.” He slid his hand down
to rest on her ass. “’Cause you know I think the world of you too.” He gave her
cheek a healthy squeeze, and she squeaked jumping slightly.

“Oh believe me, I’m dreaming of all the things I want to do
you to right now,” she said with false sweetness. The tone was light, but her
eyes promised torture and death.

“Damn, you got her begging you for it, don’t you?” Shooter
said flashing them a wink.

Hawk laughed harder. Shooter knew this was a bullshit ruse.
The bastard just wanted to get his licks in for the shit he’d given him over
his old lady, the librarian.

“Yeah, I’m just irresistible like that, isn’t that right,
Ariel?” he asked, patting her ass.

“I can barely keep my hands off you.” She dropped her voice
an octave and leaned in to him. “I just want to rub all over your body.” The
husky tone made his dick hard, and the fingertips she trailed down his waist
were doing nothing to help the situation. She paused at his waistband and he
silently dared her to continue. Fire flashed in her eyes and she cupped the
bulge in his pants.

“You’re so big and hard. I just want to ride you all night
long.”

Hawk dropped his jaw, and Shooter choked. “Too bad you
promised me drinks first, huh?” She pouted. “Because you’re such a man of your
word you always keep your promises. It’s why I enjoy being with you so much.”
She swayed her body from side to side slowly, continuing her massage as she
laid it on thick. Nothing about this woman was ditzy. He ground his teeth
together and covered her hand with his own rubbing against them and creating
friction.

“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’ll let you take care of this
tonight.”

“Hopefully, I won’t be too drunk.” She pulled away and
grinned. “I want tequila please.” She practically skipped over to the bar and
Shooter burst into laughter.

“She outmaneuvered you there, brother,” Shooter said.

“I’ll let her think she did.”

He watched as she spoke to Summer and then glanced over her
shoulder at him, flashing a smirk.
Tonight I’ll show her what happens when
she plays with fire.
For the rest of the night he continued to ply her with
tequila, watching as the tension eased from her body and around her eyes.
Giggles burst forth from her ruby-red lips and he knew she was straddling the
line between obligations and feeling good. He strode up to her, interrupting
her giggle fest with Summer. Joey and Evonne were long gone, and Juliette was
occupied in Shooter’s room.

“Time to call it a night, siren.”

“But I’m not done drinking, yet,” she said pouting.

He brought his arms up to rest on the bar, boxing her in
with his body. “Yes you are.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Damn, you make my panties wet when
you take charge like that.”

He brushed her lips with his. “I do, do I? Tell me more.”

She opened her mouth and shut it shaking her head. “It’s the
liquor talking.”

“Liar, it loosened your tongue; it didn’t change your
personality.” He bit her full bottom lip and she moaned, pressing her hips
against his. She was beautiful this way, uninhibited and frisky.

“We need to get you back to the room before you do something
you’ll regret.”

She met his eyes and smiled lazily. “Oh, I wouldn’t regret
it, not really.”

“Shit, babe.” He scooped her up and carried her to his room.
The minute he closed the door behind her, he slammed her back against the wall.
She latched on to his mouth, nipping and trailing her fingertips down his cut.
The wildness had his dick ready to split the seam of his jeans. He moaned. She
sucked on his tongue, sending his eyeballs rolling into the back of his head.

“Need you.” She tugged at his cut and he pulled back,
helping her drag it down his torso. He tossed it onto the bed as she leaned
against the door, watching him from beneath lowered lids. With her swollen lips
and disheveled hair, she resembled an otherworldly sex goddess.
I’d worship
at her altar anytime.
“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered. Her voice
was whiskey rough and slightly breathy.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Look under my skirt and find out.”

He yanked up her black skirt and growled at the sight of her
trimmed pussy. “You went commando, babe?”

“You like?” she whispered.

“Let me show you how much.” He knelt down, spread her lips
apart with his fingers and licked a path up her slippery slit. “Already wet for
me.”

“Always.” He flicked her clit. She buried a hand in his
hair. “Oh yes.” She widened her stance and put one leg over his shoulder. Her
body quivered as he pushed inside with his stiff tongue and explored everything
he could reach. Her flavor filled his mouth, and he moaned, making love to her
with his tongue. He didn’t want rough and impersonal with this woman. He wanted
to learn her every secret and bring her pleasure in a way no man ever had or
would. She rocked against him and he moaned as she slowly fell to pieces,
yielding her sweet liquid. The heat washed down his throat and he sucked her
clit into his mouth to wring all he could out of her orgasm. His scalp
protested her tight grip and he fed on her violence. When her hand went loose,
he pulled back. “I knew you had a lioness in there, babe.”

“Were not done yet,” she whispered.

“You got something in mind?” Hawk arched an eyebrow.

“M-my turn to have control.”

“You think you can handle it, babe?”

“Can you?”

“I guess we’re about to find if. But if you’re going to bring
it you’d best come correct.”

“Lie on the bed.” She spoke the words carefully. Her eyes
darkened and goose bumps broke out on his flesh.

“All right, we’ll play it your way.” He walked back to the
bed, shed his white T-shirt and sank down.

“You lie. I’ll do the rest.”

Knots formed in his stomach and pre-come leaked from his
head.
Fuck, this bitch has me wet.

He lay back on the bed and watched her stride toward him
with purposeful steps. Her fingers were nimble as she unbuckled his belt and
tugged down his pants and boxers.

“You’ve been fucking me in so many ways since we started
this arrangement.” She pumped his length. “Now I’m going to turn the tables and
fuck you.” She tightened her grip, and he moaned. “And you’re going to love
every minute of it.” Releasing him, she swung a leg over his hip and lowered
her body down to his cock. Her heat engulfed him and he moaned as she slid up
and down, grinding into him. He brought his hand up to grip her hips.

“Hands off or I stop. My show.”

“Fuck. You know this will only last so long, don’t you, babe?”

“Hmm.” She smirked, rose up, gripped his base, and took him
in one swift motion that stole his breath. Fully sheathed inside her, he could
hardly remember his name as she worked her way up and slammed back down over
and over again. She flexed her muscles. “That’s right. You take it now, big
boy.” She dug her nails into his chest and he lost touch with reality,
thrusting into her fast and hard. She rode him like seasoned cowboy, taking all
he had to offer and giving it right back. He watched her bend back to grab her
ankles and damn near spilled inside her. The new angle took him deep and gave
him a view of her sexy shape. Her muscles quivered, and she opened her mouth in
a silent scream, bringing him over the edge as her walls clamped down on him.