Final Ride (Lords of Mayhem) (8 page)

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In the clubhouse, Hawk watched Ariel talk to her friends at
the bar. He took swig of beer. In the end, they’d teamed up with the Eights to
discuss the Angels of Death. Neither club wanted to bring the law into their
areas, and it was a good show of kinship. Having Joey married to Moose, which
still skull-fucked him, had turned out to be a genius move. Their relationship
with the Eights had never been better, and in this world it paid to have heavy
hitters you could call in for backup.

“Shit, she’s fitting right in, isn’t she?” Tiny asked
gesturing at
Ariel
with his bottle of beer.

“Yeah, can’t say the same about her new additions.” Hawk
shook his head. They’d taken Lorene, Nic, Maddie, and Karla under their wings a
few weeks ago, but the poor things still looked like frightened rabbits.

“Give it time. They’ve been hiding for years; this must feel
like being completely exposed,” Boston said.

Hawk grunted. Personally he couldn’t care less. He had his
hands full with Ariel. The minute their case had been solidified, and the
papers had been served, shit hit the fan.
Hilary.
As time went by he’d
begun to confuse the two women, a fatal error. At the end of this, Hilary would
walk away, and Ariel would cease to exist. But he had to admit, he liked the
redhead. She was good company, not too chatty, surprisingly funny, and easy as
hell on the eyes. The fact that she kept her mouth shut and didn’t ask
questions was a major plus.
Don’t get a hard-on over it; she’s just playing
her role.

“There he goes sniffing around her again,” Tiny said
laughing.

Hawk moved his gaze from Karla and her crew back to Ariel
and frowned. She giggled as Casanova talked to her, encroaching on her personal
space. When she shook her head no and stepped back, his temper flared.

“I’ll be back,” Hawk said walking over to stand behind
Ariel.

“We have a problem?” Hawk said watching the blond brother
through narrowed eyes.

“None here, right,
Ariel?
”

“I was just telling your friend here. I wasn’t interested in
taking a walk with him,” Ariel said with a forced smile.

“I think you just like playing hard to get.” Casanova
winked. “It’s okay. I like the chase.”

“If you like your teeth how they are, you’ll step off,” Hawk
said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Didn’t I tell you she was off limits?”

“To fuck. I’m interested in much more than that.” His eyes
trailed over her body and Hawk tightened his grip.

“I catch you sniffing around her again and we’re going to
have a problem. She’s off limits period. You feel me?”

“Y-yeah.” Casanova started holding up his hands. “I honestly
didn’t think you cared. You never have before.”

Hawk growled and Casanova clamped his mouth shut and backed
away slowly.

“Thanks,” Ariel said glancing up at him almost shyly.

“Anyone else giving you problems?” Hawk said.

“No, Casanova has a way of being very persistent.”

“Yeah, he’s good for that.”

Ariel giggled. The sound went straight to his cock, and he
found himself remembering how sweet her lips were.

“You thirsty?” Hawk said.

“I could use a drink.”

He guided her away from the whispering group of women to the
metal buckets loaded with soda, water, and beer.

“Coke?” Hawk said.

“I think I’ll take something a little stronger this time,” she
said.

“I see I’m rubbing off on you,” Hawk said grinning.

“Maybe.” She shrugged.

It felt nice to get in some downtime. With the sunset
reflecting off her hair, she was downright irresistible. He snagged a beer and
led her away from the crowd down by a lake. Twisting off the cap to her beer, he
handed her a bottle.

“I figured we could both use a break,” Hawk said, shrugging.

“Sounds good to me.”

Her easy acceptance made him want her more. He’d never been
the type to read too much into shit like this. He saw something he wanted, he
took it, and the newness wore off. His gut told him that wouldn’t be the way it
went with, Ariel. She fucking fascinated him. They stopped a few feet from the
lake, and he basked in the quiet. Moments like this were damn rare in his day
to day.

“It’s beautiful. It looks like the water is on fire.”

“Yeah it is,” he said, eyes glued to her face.

“Hawk?” she whispered.

“You seem to like it here.”

“Life with Mayhem isn’t what I thought it would be.” She
laughed softly. “It’s funny. I thought I’d feel like I was in a prison, but
instead…I’m free. Clocks don’t matter because I’m on my own time. I’m not
bogged down by a messy divorce battle, and all the craziness aside, for the
first time in months, I’m actually happy.”

“Yeah?” Hawk inclined his head. “It kind of shocks me. I mean,
you seemed uppity.”

“Naw, just standoffish, I wasn’t sure what to think of you
guys, or how good you’d be to my girls. So I held back and observed.”

“And your final verdict?” Hawk said, curious to get inside
her head.

“Overall you’re a good guy but extremely dangerous and not
someone I’d want to be on the wrong side of.”

“And it doesn’t scare you?”

“A year ago I would’ve said yes, but now I know monsters
wear normal faces.” She shuddered and took a long draw from her beer bottle. “I
feel safer with you than I’ve ever felt my entire life.”

The words made his chest swell with pride. She appealed to
him on a cellular level. Drawing him in with some invisible force he couldn’t
see. Her full lips parted and his pants grew tighter. She was a fucking vision in
her short white dress and a pair of brown cowboy boots.

“’Cause you know I’d murder anything that came for you.”

“That’s exactly why.” Her voice grew breathy. “I never knew
that kind of devotion from a man, and you’re not even mine.”

“You want me to be yours, Ariel?”

She glanced up, looking like a deer in headlights. “I-I didn’t
say that.”

“No, you didn’t. I asked that.” He stepped forward, placed a
hand on her hip and pulled her flush to his. “Do you want the full Mayhem
experience? Because I’m inclined to give it to you.”

“Give…it?” Her eyes grew hazy and her lips parted.

He took the opening. Moving fast he sucked her bottom lip
into his mouth. She moaned, bringing her arms up to grip his biceps. He slipped
his tongue inside her mouth. The flavor of beer and her own sweetness coated
his tongue. Combined it became ambrosia. He explored every crevice, kneading
her full hips as she whimpered. The surrender intoxicated him. Pulling back he
whispered against her lips, “You got me as hard as rock. I don’t think you’re a
mermaid. I think you’re a motherfucking siren.” His cock threatened to bust
through his pants as he turned to granite. He cupped her ass and rubbed her
against the bulge in his jeans.

Her head fell back. “You keep offering yourself up and I’m going
to fuck you right here and now.”

She looked up at him with hazy eyes. “What?”

“I don’t do dates, or bases. It’s all or nothing. Are you in
or are you out?” He nipped his way down her neck to her cleavage. He traced a
path between her hardened breasts with his tongue. Her nipples pebbled, poking
out of her thin material. “In…or out.” He bit the large peak of her left breast
and she cried out, arching her back. He hovered a few inches above her breast.
“In…”

“In, fuck, Hawk. I’m all in,” she said.

He swallowed her breast, sucking as much as he could into
his mouth. She buried her fingers in his hair and he smirked, pleased he’s
gotten beneath the icy front that melted away a little more with each day. He
continued sucking, nibbling, and biting. She ground her hips against him and he
growled.

“Hawk, man we…whoa.”

“Fuck,” Hawk swore looking up at the nervous prospect. “What,
Magic?”

“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have tracked you down, except… We uh…got
company. Another chapter rode in.”

Ariel placed her head against his chest, hiding from view.
Hawk glanced up at the sky and blew out air. “I’ll be right there, man.”

“Maybe this universe is telling us something,” Ariel said.

“What? That I have a serious case of blue balls?” Hawk said.

“That’d we’d regret it.”

“Siren, I never regret anything that gives me pleasure.”

“Not in that moment.” She pursed her lips, and he shook his
head.

“Don’t think about backing out. You made the deal, and now
you gotta live by it. You wanted us to happen.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean—”

He slapped her ass, open palmed, and she squealed, jumping. “It’s
going to happen. So be ready for it.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he
pulled her tight to his side. “Now let’s see who decided to come to visit.”

They made their way back up the trail and Hawk frowned. The
brothers had swarmed the visitors, and the happy sounds told him it was one of
their own. It was unusual for transfers among charters. Sometimes you needed a
change of scenery, and though they were the mother chapter here, it was all family.

“Looks like we got some V.I.P.s,” Hawk said.

“I didn’t recognize them, but that doesn’t mean anything,”
Magic said shrugging. “I’ve only been here for six months.”

“True. It must be someone we haven’t seen in a long time.”

They approached the group and brothers began to part like
the red sea. The trip waiting in the middle of the crowd made his jaw drop. “Son
of a bitch.”

“Surprise. Figured it’d be better to just drop by.” His
father, Axel, stood beside his mom, Feather, and his brother Rayen. Tiny’s old
man had kicked the bucket after a vicious heart attack, and Hawk’s family had
opted to switch charters to be closer to the prison where Rayen had been sent
after being arrested for assault. He’d damn near killed the man he robbed to
feed his habit and ended up getting eight years.

“Well this is a first. He’s got nothing to say,” Feather
said.

“Hey.” Rayen shoved his hands in his jeans.

A million emotions blended and boiled up inside him.

“I’m out.” Hawk turned on his heel, taking Ariel with him.

“Ha—”

“One of the things I like about you most is your ability to
know when to say nothing. Don’t disappoint me now,” he said.

Silence fell, and he stalked to his bike, eager for escape
as the events of the last time he saw his brother as a free man played in his
mind.

He drove back to his house to avoid the public. If someone
so much as looked at him wrong right now, he’d unleash hell.

He unlocked the door and headed straight to the kitchen.
Grabbing the whiskey bottle on top on the counter, he unscrewed the top and
took a long drink. The amber liquid scalded his throat and burned in the pit of
his belly helping him mellow.

“A-are you okay?” Ariel asked tentatively. He turned to take
her in and saw his escape.

“I don’t want to talk about them.” He set the bottle down on
the counter. “I want to finish what we started.”

“I don’t know if now is a good time.” She backed up until
her back bumped the wall, and he stalked forward, framing her in with his arms
on either side of her body.

“Let me convince you.” He skimmed his fingers across the
flesh below her short skirt. “Look me in the eyes, tell me you don’t want it
and I’ll back up.” She opened her mouth but remained silent. “Tonight we’re
going to do all the things I’ve been wanting to do, starting with spanking that
fine ass of yours. All that lip you’ve been giving everyone over the past years
deserves a little punishing.”

“A s-spanking?”

“Oh yeah, girl. One thing I noticed about you is you like to
hand over control. A firm hand makes you happy.”

“I don’t think—”

“Ariel.” He lowered his voice, and she tensed, going quiet. “March
that cute little ass of yours over to the couch and get ready for me.”

Lust turned her medium-colored brown eyes amber, and he
mentally nodded. He’d been on point. Her body trembled slightly as she walked
to the couch. Following behind her, he admired the glimpses of leg she flashed
with every step. “Stand right beside the couch.” She paused, hands at her side,
and he licked his lips in anticipation. He sank down on the couch and patted
his knees. “Come here, little red, let the big bad wolf show you everything you’ve
been missing.”

She lay across his lap and he moved her body into place over
his left knee, and he restrained her legs with his right. He lifted her dress,
exposing her pink-panty-clad ass. The lacy boy shorts made him grunt. It was
her in a nutshell, tough, yet delicate and feminine. He massaged the firm
globes of her ass.

“Such a nice ass, baby. You ready to get spanked?”

“Y-yes.”

“Don’t worry. I can just tell you’ll love it.” He let his
fingers run down the sensual curve of her rear one last time before he lifted
his hand. “I want you to count off for me after every hit. I’m only going to go
to five.”

He brought his hand down on her ass. The slap echoed in the
silent space and her glutes clenched.

“One,” she whimpered. He continued in a rapid succession.
Her cries had him swollen as fuck. He stopped at five, gently soothing her
stinging flesh with light rubbing. The heat pouring off her had him leaking
pre-come.

“Did you like this?” he rasped.

“Y-yes.”

“I knew you would. We fit well. I bet you’re wet right now.”
He moved his left leg and spread her thighs apart, running his hand over the
seams of her panties. “Soaking. I can smell you right now. Damn, I can’t wait to
taste that pretty little pussy.” He grabbed the side of her underwear and
yanked, snapping the elastic. She gasped, arching against his legs, and he ran
a finger down her slippery slit. Her heat burned his fingertips, and he slipped
between her folds, teasing her entrance. She rocked back against him.