Luisa
Instead of driving straight to the clubhouse, I go home first to shower and change. Shopping all day has got me beat. I decide to wear something sexy, but not over the top. I choose a black short dress that frames my body perfectly. It has a tube top and ends just above my knee. I pick out a pair of black stilettos and take one more glance at myself in the mirror, approving of my appearance. I’ve gone light on my makeup, just a gloss with bronzer and liner, and I’ve curled the ends of my long brown hair that reaches midway down my back these days. This will do. I grab my denim jacket and my bag and leave the house. It’s gotten dark out and a slight breeze whispers around me.
Starting up my Honda, I head over to the clubhouse. Standing at the barbwire fence is Rhyder, a prospect. He walks over to my window and taps on the glass. I open it and smile up at him.
“Hey, darlin’, you here to see Hawke?” I nod at him and he replies with a smile. “It’s a little crazy in there tonight, brothers from other chapters have come down to wish Quill the best for the wedding.”
Looking through the gates, there is indeed bikes filling all the available parking spaces. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.
I’m just about to say forget it and turn around when Rhyder heads back to the gate and opens it for me. I take a moment, and then with all the courage I can muster I put my foot on the accelerator and drive into the compound.
Parking my car I switch it off and open my door, wondering if I’m making a mistake by coming here tonight. What if he doesn’t want to see me? I did tell him to get out of the store the other day. There are bikers outside smoking and laughing, and some have women in their laps. I’m also sure I see two people having sex against the brick wall at the side of the clubhouse. I swallow hard feeling my nerves take over me.
I take a huge breath then head toward the door. A few whistles sound around me just before I head in, and I look down at the floor trying not to give them attention.
Music is blaring through the speakers and I glance around the room looking for Hawke. Alcohol, I need alcohol.
Heading for the bar I feel someone pinch my ass. When I turn around I see a tall, muscled biker smiling down at me. He has a bandana around his forehead, and a patch on his cut that reads Tate, with The Sinners underneath his name. His skin is a milk chocolate color, and when I look at him closely he reminds me of someone but I can’t place my finger on it.
“Hey, darlin’, you looking for me? I haven’t seen anything as beautiful as you here tonight. You gotta man?”
I’m about to reply when I feel hands grasp my waist, and I’m pulled back against a very hard body. I can feel muscles vibrating beneath my back and I gasp at the sudden movement.
“She’s with me,” I hear a husky, demanding voice say from behind me. I look over my shoulder and up to find Hawke staring daggers at this Tate guy.
“Whoa, sorry, bro. Didn’t mean to trespass, thought she was alone. Didn’t know she was taken.”
“Yeah, well she is, so fuck off, Tate.”
Tate winks at me before stepping back and leaving.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I’m suddenly turned around to face Hawke. “What the fuck, Lu. You can’t just walk in here dressed like that!” Hawke looks pissed as he holds me at arm’s length and stares down at what I’m wearing.
My stomach falls as I realize he’s not happy to see me.
“I’m sorry, I’ll leave,” I say trying to wriggle out of his hold, but he only tightens his grip on my arms, keeping me still.
I take a moment to look at him. His face is still all scruffy and he has bags under his eyes. He smells like he’s just showered, though, his hair still wet and tied back, and the smell of coconut reaches my senses
“Did I say I wanted you to leave?” he growls as he pulls me into him.
“I thought….”
“You thought what?”
“I thought you weren’t happy to see me.”
“Not happy to see you?” he repeats, his eyebrows raised. Hawke leans in and I feel his warm breath against my ear. “If you rub your hand against my cock right now, you’ll see how happy I am to see you,” he says.
I squeeze my thighs together to stop the ache that begins in my core. Hawke pulls back and smiles down at me, he knows the effect he has on me.
“Hawke, we need to talk,” I state trying to ignore the dampness between my thighs. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. God, I want him
“Baby, we will talk but after I….”
I swallow hard. “After you what?” I ask.
“Lu, it feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been between those thighs. I’m fucking craving you. I need to be inside you. I need my mouth on you and my hands caressing you.”
“Hawke, please,” I plead. “You’re not helping.”
“Never said I would.” His warm hands come up and cradle my face. “I want you in my bed and beneath me. I want to taste you and feel you. I want you screaming out my name when you finally come. And, baby. I want you so hot for me you’ll be begging for my cock to fill you.”
Oh, my God! My panties are drenched now and my clit throbs for some attention.
“Hawke,” I say around the lump in my throat. “We—”
I’m stopped midsentence when Hawke places a finger on my lips. “You have two choices, baby. Either you come back with me to my room, or I’m gonna fuck you right here, right now on the clubhouse floor for everyone to see. And don’t think for one second I don’t mean it.”
My mouth turns dry as all the air in my lungs vanishes. “You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper sounding a little too needy. Good try, Lu, it’s not working.
Hawke smirks at me. “Wouldn’t I?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan. Hawke’s hands sneak around my back and slide down my body, and he cups my ass and squeezes. He leans in and nips at my neck and I feel the tip of his tongue leave a wet trail as it travels down lower to just above my breasts. One of his hands sneaks under my dress and a thick finger slides between my asscheeks until I feel it at my entrance. Hawke circles his finger. “So fucking wet already, baby.”
I try to keep balanced by holding on to his shoulders as his kisses move to the other side of my neck. “You smell so fucking good, baby. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” My hands have a mind of their own as they grip the bun of his hair and force his lips closer to my neck. A growl erupts from his throat and the vibrations of it travel through my body.
“Hawke!” I say on a breath, and squeeze my eyes shut as his other hand moves between our bodies. He squeezes my breast with his large hand then pinches my nipple. I cry out with the exquisite pleasure then sound out a protest when he removes his mouth and hands from my body. Hawke takes my hand, leading me to his room.