Free Phantom Riders MC - Hawk by Tory Richards Page A

fact that I couldn’t recall the last time told me enough to be worried for Audra.
     
    She was in a prime position for relieving my self-induced draught.
     
    I was too fucking aware of the tightness of her body behind mine, the link of her small hands just above my zipper. I swear I could feel the heat of her cunt against me, and every time we circled a corner or hit a bump and her thighs tightened against mine my dick responded. Fuck, how long could I hold out from claiming her pussy? The blowjob she’d given me the night before had blown my mind, especially when she’d done that little trick with her finger in my fucking ass, causing me to shoot my load like an exploding geyser. The women I knew would have never dared to do something so personal without checking with me first.
     
    The sight of smoke in the distance had me signaling to stop. After the little altercation at Juicy Lucy’s that morning, I’d decided to avoid the highway and take the back roads the rest of the way home. I was pretty damn certain that Audra’s ex had more than two men on his payroll, and that there would be others after her. The cloud of smoke burning out in the middle of nowhere could spell trouble, the kind where the people involved didn’t want any witnesses. Clay and Keg pulled up on the left of me.
     
    “Someone burning trash?” Clay guessed.
     
    I shook my head. “Doubt it.” There was nothing around for miles except overgrown pasture lands, downed fences and abandoned farms.
     
    “I’ll check it out.” Keg said, spinning gravel as he took off.
     
    I watched him disappear around the curve in the road. It was hard to tell how far away the smoke was. It was too far away to smell anything from where we were. I didn’t like riding into any situation blind. We were the kind of club to face shit head-on, but other MC’s played dirty, and I didn’t plan to make it easy for anyone by riding into an ambush. We’d just left Last Hope with a sweet payoff after several fights, leaving behind a few sore losers.
     
    When I faced a man in the ring I left him bloody, broken, and ruined.
     
    Clay took the opportunity to light a cigarette. A slight movement drew my gaze downward to see Audra’s hands slowly unlink just above the snap of my jeans. The brief visual of her undoing my zipper and slipping her hand inside was ruined by the sight of her stretching her fingers several times and then pulling her arms from around me.
     
    “Fuck, it’ll be nice to get back home,” Clay grumbled around his smoke. His eyes rested on Audra, squinting through the smoke curling up from his lips.
     
    I’d seen that look on him before, the one that he got when he wanted something, and at some point he’d decided that he wanted her. He wouldn’t touch her though, not as long as she was on my bike. That alone told my brothers that I’d claimed her until I was done with her, and it didn’t matter if it was for sex or until a debt had been paid back. It kept shit straight when they understood early on to keep their hands off and to keep their distance.
     
    “One more night, brother.” I listened for any sign of trouble in the distance. The only noise I could make out was the low rumble of Keg’s chopper. It wasn’t long before the sound reversed, and grew louder, telling me he was on his way back. Sure enough, he came into view with a grim look on his bearded face. Fuck. I knew this wasn’t going to be good.
     
    He pulled up next to me until we were face to face. “The Blue Knights were having a little barbeque,” he said. “Saw them riding off as I got close.”
     
    “Another motorcycle club?” Audra asked from behind me.
     
    “Yeah, and not good lookin’ guys like us, baby,” Clay joked, tossing his cigarette butt.
     
    I ignored her snort. The Blue Knights were a club of young college-age pussies that aspired to become hard-core bad asses by doing anything they could that they thought an outlaw club was involved in. Because