Final Ride (Lords of Mayhem) (9 page)

“You want more, don’t you, babe? You want me to fill that
pussy up.”

“Yes, God, yes.”

The plea made his dick twitch, and he drove a finger inside
her. She flexed, clenching his finger with her walls. “Tight, wet, and hot, a
man couldn’t ask for more.” He pulled out and plunged back inside, working her
over. “I want you to come all over my fingers. We gotta get you ready for me.” He
fed off her sounds of pleasure, adding a second finger as he took her higher
and stretched her out.

He slowed his speed.

“No.”

“No what, babe? I want to hear you say it.” He drove his
fingers deep inside her and went still.

“Faster, please.”

He smiled. “Your wish is my command.” He adjusted his angle,
hitting the bundle of nerves he liked to think of as the money shot. She bucked
against him, grinding her pussy onto his hands as she cried out, clenching
around his fingers as she found release. He kissed the small of her back as she
came down.

“Babe, I’d love to take it nice and slow, but I want to be
in you too bad for that.”

“It’s been a long time for me.”

He tensed. “How long?” The thought of any other asshole
sampling her made him see red.

“Three years.”

He lifted her up and placed her in his lap where she
straddled his legs. “I want you to ride me, babe. You control the pace and
angle. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You want me on top?”

“You ever been on top before?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never…my experience weren’t…stellar.”

“Don’t worry. We’re about to change all that. I want you to
unbutton my pants and take me out.” She rested her palms on his belly and his
muscles jumped in response. She slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the
zipper. His cock sprung free, and she gasped, grasping his base tight.

“Shit, babe. Be careful, that thing spits.”

She laughed, relaxing. “You’re so big.”

“It’ll fit.” He grinned. “I have a condom in my wallet. Go
ahead and pull it out.” He lifted up, and she tugged on his chain, freeing the
leather square. He watched with lowered eyelids as she removed the condom, opened
the package and slid it down his length. Her nervousness softened his
harshness. Normally he wanted inside a bitch until he came, and then she was
headed out the door. With Ariel he wanted to take his time.

“You ready to take a ride?” he asked gripping her hips
tight. She guided him in and slowly slid down his cock. Tiny beads of sweat
broke out on his forehead as he forced himself to remain still.

“Fuck you are so tight, babe.” His eyes all but rolled into
the back of his head as she worked herself down, flexing as her pussy strained
to take him. Fully seated she moaned and gripped his shoulders tightly. Her
muscles relaxed, and they began to move together. Sparks flew, and mini bombs
detonated inside his body. The electricity between them was unlike anything he’d
ever experienced before. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in
deeper and he lost his cool. Pounding into her, he drank down every scream, as
his balls drew up tight to her body and her walls began to pulse.

She broke their kiss, threw her head back and cried his name
as she came, milking him as her pussy took him down for the count.

Chapter Seven

Boneless and completely sated, Hilary inhaled the dark scent
of Hawk as she lay pressed to his side. Nothing with him was ever how she
expected it to be.

“I guess by now you’re wondering what that was,” he said. She
held her tongue, proceeding with caution. Hawk wasn’t exactly the share feelings
type. “I had no clue he’d be getting out early. I understand why they did it
this way. But I don’t appreciate it just the same.”

“You’re not happy he’s out?” she said.

“I’m happy he’s free. He had problems, but he didn’t deserve
to be caged like a wild animal. When he’s clean, he’s a decent enough guy.”
Hawk shook his head, and trailed his fingers down her back. “I figure you
should know the shit pond you’re about to wade into. Neither of my parents is
the type to back off, and if they’re here it must be on a permanent basis, to
deal with his P.O.”

She listened attentively. Hawk wasn’t much for deep
conversation, and her role didn’t allow for much question asking.

“Are you two still on the outs?” she asked.

“I don’t know what we are. The night he held up the gas
station, I ignored his call. To say that it caused tension in my family would
be a gross understatement.”

His command of the English language always made her melt
just a little. Education wasn’t something you expected from as biker,
especially one as virile as Hawk.

“You haven’t talked the whole time?” she said.

“No, I mean what’s there to say? At first, it was giving him
his space while he got clean, and then it was a habit to just continue. I get
updates from Mom and Dad. They shuffle back hellos and progress reports, but
the relationship between us was severed long before he landed in jail.”

“Because of his addiction?” she said studying the emotions
rolling across his face like storm clouds.

“Among other things, mostly his habit of blaming all his
problems on everyone else, mainly me. My parents drilled in our heads family
looks out for one another, and as his older brother, I should step up. It’s not
healthy. No person can police another. I’m not nor will I ever be his parent.”
Hawk shook his head. “Our lifestyle is hard. If you don’t have enough common sense
to keep your shit together, your neck is constantly going to be on the chopping
block. It sounds harsh, but that’s how I keep my head right. I have a heavy
load of responsibility and I take that shit seriously. My brothers depend on
me. I have to be ready to pick up the banner if anything happens to Tiny. I don’t
have time for shit else. Once the pres had the heart attack, my dad opted to
step down and pass the title on to me. Let the new generation take up the cause
he said. It shifted my priorities. He got that.”

A buzz sounded from his phone.

“Time to head back to the real world,” Hawk said. He
released her and rolled over, digging in the pile of clothing they had left
beside the couch to find his phone and answer it. “Yeah, Mom, I know. No I’m
not running I walked away so I could avoid exploding and making a shitty
situation worse. Yeah, I know that’s why you didn’t tell me you were coming. Who
was I with? Tiny didn’t tell you?” Hawk glanced at her. “A house mouse I
acquired. Yeah, no, don’t read too much into it.”

The words stung. She knew it was a role, but the attraction
between them was very real.
I can’t get lost in this character I’m
pretending to be. I won’t like the way it ends.
“Yeah, we’ll come by the
clubhouse in a few.” He hung up and sat up, swinging his legs to the side of
the couch. “For whatever reason, Tiny wants to keep your status on the down
low, so you’ll have to watch yourself around my parents and Rayen now.” He slid
his boxers up his legs and pulled them on. “I imagine you want some time to get
cleaned up?”

“Yes, please.”

“Go ahead. I’ll wait, but don’t take forever.”

“I got you.” She ignored the urge to cover her body as she
sat up and moved from the couch, headed into her room for a quick shower. As
she turned on the shower she stomped out the shame creeping into her psyche.
We’re
both adults, fully aware of our situations, and the man was the best sex I’ve
had ever.
The time for coyness and belief in the happily-ever-after
fairytale was long gone. Boy meets girl, falls in love, and remains faithful
for the rest of his life didn’t always happen.
Better to have fun now, with
your eyes wide open and your heart out of the equation.
Comforted, she
stepped beneath the spray, and prepared to put on the performance of her life.

Dressed in a pair of tiny black shorts, black cowboy boots
and a white tank top, she walked into the club beside Hawk, faking the
confidence she didn’t feel. Classic rock blared over the speakers, People were
gathered in large clusters talking, and the beer and liquor flowed. She scanned
the area and found a table of food set up. Evonne, Joey, and Juliette stood
across the room, talking. Hilary tugged on Hawk’s cut and he glanced down.

“Can I go over there with the girls?” she said.

He narrowed his eyes. “Might be the best place for you right
now, actually. Remember, no wandering off your own.”

“I won’t.” She broke away from his side and weaved her way
through the crowd.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Joey said.

Hilary rolled her eyes and exchanged hugs with the girls. “I
know, it’s been insane.”

“You look pretty relaxed for someone who’s been under a lot
of stress,” Joey said.

“Hawk’s good to me. I lucked out,” Ariel said doing her best
not to squirm under her friends’ scrutiny. They always smelled lies a mile
away.

“How…good has he been?” Evonne said.

“What do you mean?” Hilary said carefully schooling her face
to feign innocence.

“Oh, she’s playing dumb now; that says it all,” Juliette
teased.

“Why? Because I’m telling you he’s not an asshole?” Ariel
said.

“No, because you’re using the avoidance technique you
usually call us on,” Evonne said.

“Oh yeah, she had her a piece of Hawk. Tell us, is he as
good as he looks like he’d be?” Joey asked.

Ariel smirked. “Better. Easily the best I’ve ever had.”

“Slut. I always knew Ariel wasn’t that innocent,” Juliette
said.

“Juliette!” Ariel said laughing.

They all laughed.

“Okay, getting sexed up aside, how are you?” Juliette said.

“I’m better than I thought I would be. There’s something to
letting go of everything that makes you unhappy and just living your life. I
always thought it was bullshit. Some creed they spoke to justify the way
disorganized people operated. I see it from a different angle these days.”

The girls nodded their agreement. “It’s insane how clear
things get when you simplify,” Evonne said.

“In my case shit got a lot more complicated. Still, I’m happy,
and unless I’m mistaken, I think my mom is too,” Joey said.

“Wait. Are your mom and dad re-hooking up?” Ariel said.

“She says no, he gives me the glare of death which means
drop it, so I’m thinking, yes.” Joey laughed.

“Wow. How do you feel about that?” Juliette said.

“Honestly, it’s about time. It’s obvious they never got over
one another. Who am I to deny them happiness?” Joey shrugged.

“How are you and the little one doing?” Ariel asked Joey.

“Good, most of the time. Morning sickness is really any
time, any place sickness though.” Joey grimaced. “I’m also craving things I
know I hate. Garlic.” Joey wrinkled her nose.

“How’s Daddy seem to be taking it?” Ariel said. Moose had a
way of being terrifying when he wasn’t joking.

“Like a champ. Late night craving trips and all,” Joey said.
The silly grin on Joey’s face made Ariel smile. Joey was thriving. All her
friends were. Despite the shit they’d been dragged through, good things
prevailed.

“When we made that deal at Cork to start living our lives
and take risks, none of us bargained for even a fraction of what’s happened,”
Ariel said.

“Understatement,” Evonne said.

“How much longer until you find out what you’re having,
Joey?”

“Another month and half. I’m so ready,” Joey rubbed her
still-flat belly and beamed.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” Juliette said.

“Either as long as they’re healthy. I figure either way they’re
guaranteed to be awesome, ’cause you know, like mother, like children,” Joey
said in a sing-song voice that set them all off into peals of laughter. “Hey, I’m
serious you guys,” Joey said.

Ariel laughed harder and placed a hand on the muscles
protesting in her belly.

“We love you, Joey,” Juliette said.

“Don’t patronize me,” Joey scoffed.

“Don’t get her riled up. She’ll sic Moose on us,” Evonne
mumbled.

“Yes, and trust me, you don’t want to be on the receiving
end of that ass chewing,” Juliette said.

“Did I miss something?” Hil said.

“Oh yeah, Pregnancy Polly over here had a crying jag. Moose
walked in, thought we caused it, and let us know exactly what he thought about
it,” Juliette said.

“Hey, I told him you guys didn’t cause it,” Joey mumbled.

“Yeah, we know to proceed with caution, Pregzilla,” Evonne
said.

“Yeah, he’s a little overprotective right now,” Joey said.

“Look at that grin; she’s loving it,” Ariel said.

“Well it’s been oh, never since I had a man I loved taking
up for me. Plus it’s one of the few lovely side effects of pregnancy so far,”
Joey said.

“Once you hit the second trimester I hear the sickness eases
up,” Ariel said.

“I sure hope so.” Joey sighed.

“Are you climbing the walls yet?” Evonne asked Ariel.

“Honestly no. I do my edits when they come in, I read, and I
go with the flow. I think I needed the break and didn’t realize it. Not being
caught in the mess my parents made lifted a weight, and the absence of a deadline
looming over my head is nice.”

“You have been cranking them out like a machine,” Joey said.

“I just wanted to establish myself and build a fan base. In
the process I kind of sacrificed my life,” Ariel said.

“What matters now is you’re on the road to getting it back,”
Juliette said.

Ariel smiled. “You’re right.”

“I feel like we should toast. Let’s go grab a drink,”
Juliette said.

“Funny, wine has turned into beer,” Ariel said.

“Quiet, Red,” Evonne said, tossing a wink toward Ariel.

They walked over to the bar and settled in for a few drinks
and some conversation, huddled together at the end to be heard above the music.

“So I hear you’re the one I need to talk to.” The deep voice
was unfamiliar and slightly slurred. Ariel glanced up and froze. Rayen stood a
few inches away, a mini, watered-down version of his big brother, Hawk.

“Excuse me?” Ariel said.

“He couldn’t wait to leave and crawl between those legs. Not
that I can blame him, they are sexy as hell.”

She wanted to cuss him out and make him feel two inches tall.
Opening her mouth she clamped it shut.
Do I have the right?

“I think you’ve had too much to drink and you need to go
chat up one of the biker bunnies,” Joey said narrowing her eyes.

“Did I ask you?” Rayen said.

“No, I told you,” Joey said.

“Joey, you should calm down,” Juliette said.

“Yeah, Joey. You should calm down. Bitches don’t get into
brothers’ business,” Rayen said.

“I think you need to watch who you’re talking to like that.
I’m more than just some Mayhem bitch,” Joey growled.

“I think this is getting out of control,” Ariel said. “Whatever
you think is going on, you’re wrong. You want to talk to Hawk, then do it. I’m
no gateway.”

“That’s not what it looked like when he scooped you up and
carried you off from the big bad wolf.” He leaned closer. Whiskey scented his
hot breath, and she turned away from him. “One thing I know about a house mouse
is she’s Mayhem property. That means you’ll be spending the night in my bed. It’s
been a long time since I had a nice piece of trim. You ready to be ridden hard?”

“No,” Ariel said.

“Shut up, bitch.” He wrapped his massive hand around her
wrist. “Get on your feet.” He tugged her off her stool. “Your man wants to hide
like a bitch that’s fine. I have plenty of other ways to send my message. He
always thought he was better than me.” Rayen paused and for a moment Ariel saw
a universe of hurt that ran so deep it stole the breath from her lungs. “Let’s
see him ignore me now.” He moved away from the bar and the scrape of wood on
concrete filled her ears as her girls scrambled to their feet.

* * * * *

“Just go and talk to him. It’s time you two buried this
hatchet,” Feather said. Hawk scowled at his mother.

“Mom, I’m not the one with the problem.”

“Aren’t you? We did wrong, pushing you two together so much.
We saw that too late to change the habits. But this is a chance for a new start.
You want to throw that away?” Feather said.

“No, I want to approach with caution. Look, Mom, you’ve been
in touch with him. For me, he’s a stranger. One I have a lot of bad history
with. Just let it lie for a minute. Give me a chance to observe him. Regardless,
he’s Mayhem. I’ll give him the same respect and rights everyone else has.” Hawk
shrugged. “It’s the best I can do.”

“Always so fucking stubborn. Just like your old man.”

“I think I got some of that from you to, Ma.”

“Go on with you. I’m due a drink, something potent.” His
mother waved him off and turned to make a beeline for his dad. Hawk shook his
head. All this time and they were just as rowdy and deep in crazy love. The
kind that led his mom to whoop a biker bunny’s ass when necessary. He laughed
as his mind recalled the numerous occasions some new girl had slunk in and
tried to replace her.

In this world, you had to battle to keep what meant the most
to you. Once his mom put out the word, no one tried her. Until the next new
girl came into the fold looking to land the cushy spot of old lady to a top
dog.