Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (67 page)

“How are ya doin’, little lady?” Banger said to Cara.

Cara smiled warmly at Banger. She liked this weathered biker who had a good heart. “Not too bad. How goes it with you?”

“Fuck, I’m still here, ain’t I?” He and Cara laughed.

“The food was very good, especially the ribs.”

“The old ladies made the grub. Speaking of that, I don’t know if Hawk mentioned it, but I’d like you to teach Kylie how to make your spaghetti sauce and give her some basic tips on cooking. Shit, that girl don’t know nothin’ when it comes to the kitchen.”

“Hawk did mention it, and I’d be pleased to help her out. Maybe she can come by sometime this coming week? I’ll be hanging here for a few days.”

“I’ll tell Hawk when, and he can set it up with you,” Banger replied. He jerked his head as a twenty-something woman walked by dressed in a tie-dye thong, bikini top and cowboy boots. Banger’s blue eyes lit up like a blowtorch as he licked his lips.

Hawk slapped the president on his back. “Go for it, if you think you got the stamina.”

“I’ll show you what kind of stamina your fuckin’ prez has.” Banger took off after the young woman.

Cara watched as Banger came behind the woman and grabbed her by the ass. Squealing in delight, she spun around and crushed Banger’s head between her tits. Cara, feeling like a voyeur, turned away.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she said to Hawk. “Where do I go?”

“Follow me.” He held her hand and led her through the labyrinth of men and women.

On the way to the bathroom, a wall of people stopped them in the hallway. A couple of guys came up to Hawk and high-fived him.

“Been a long time, brother,” one of the members said to Hawk.

“Rollo, I missed you at Sturgis this year,” Hawk replied as he patted the portly man on his back.

As Hawk and the two members talked, Cara noticed there were a bunch of guys crowding a doorway to one of the rooms off the hallway. Curious to see what they were looking at, Cara squeezed herself through the crowd. Looking into the room, a naked woman kneeled on a low table and faced the door. One guy fucked her pussy, another one banged her ass, and a third guy thrust in her mouth while two more guys yanked and sucked her tits. Swaying from side to side, the woman moaned while several onlookers rubbed their cocks. The man who fucked her mouth groaned, pulled out his cock, and squirted his come over the woman’s face before he hauled off and punched her in the nose, making blood spurt onto her face, chest, and the table.

Recoiling in horror, Cara shrieked, “Stop that! What the hell are you doing to her?”

Silence descended over the room as the woman looked at Cara with bulging eyes. Dozens of hungry on-lookers feasted their eyes on Cara, and, feeling exposed, she began to back out of the room. However, she was stopped as hands slipped under her clothes and groped her tits and ass. Someone’s finger poked at her pussy, but she twisted and clamped her thighs together while looking around wildly for a way to escape. Panic seized her, and she craned her neck to find Hawk outside in the hall, but a sea of men with lust-filled eyes filled her field of vision.

“Come on, whore, start fuckin’,” one of the men slurred.

The others jeered and shoved her further into the room. “Hawk!” she screamed.

Too many hands touched her and forced her to the ground. She closed her eyes and fought the bile rising in her throat.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Hawk bellowed.

The members jumped back from Cara, and in one swoop, Hawk lifted her from the floor. “She’s my woman. Who the fuck wants to fight me on this?” His eyes, savage with rage, scanned the room.

The men mumbled, “Sorry, brother, we didn’t know. We never would’ve touched your woman. We didn’t mean any disrespect.”

One young member sniped, “What the fuck was she doing in here anyways? What were we supposed to think? Why the hell don’t you control your bitch?”

Hawk’s swift fist landed on the young member’s jaw and knocked him flat on the floor. Staring at the men, Hawk said, “Does anyone else want to ask me any fuckin’ questions?” The room was quiet. “Didn’t think so. You’re all on notice. This is my woman, so leave her the fuck alone.” He put his arm around Cara’s shivering shoulders and walked out of the room. Cara looked back and saw the woman on the table, her legs spread open, a bearded man licking her pussy, and her nose still bleeding. Cara buried her head in Hawk’s shoulder.

Dragging Cara to the barn next to the yard, Hawk’s glowering eyes stared at her. “I told you to stay with me!”

She took a step back from him. “I was with you, but you were talking with those guys, and I was curious to see what everyone was watching in the room.”

Rubbing his hands over his face, he said, “You don’t need to know what’s goin’ on unless you want to be part of it. I explained how this shit is around here. You’re fuckin’ lucky I found you. I didn’t know where the fuck you disappeared to. Your ass would’ve been raped if I hadn’t come. Fuck, Cara. Fuck!” He slammed his fist into the barn’s door. “You got to
listen
to me, woman!”

“Sorry. I screwed up,” she said in a low voice.

“Fuck yeah, you did.”

“I said I was sorry.”

Cara stepped over to him, put her arms around his waist, then kissed his chest and laid her head against his shoulder. He trembled from anger, and she held him until his breathing calmed down and his anger abated.

“What were they doing to that girl in there? It was horrible,” she said.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t looking at her when I came in the room.”

“She had all these guys on her, like they were feeding off her, and this guy came all over her face then punched her in the nose. It was awful,” her voice cracked.

Rubbing her back, Hawk said, “Babe, I told you it gets wild at the parties. Anything goes here, and the sluts are in tune with that. They know the score before they get here. They choose to come here. Do things get out of hand? Yeah, they sometimes do, but the sluts know all that going in.”

“Why did he hit her like that?”

“It’s called Strawberry Cheesecake, and it means a guy comes over a woman’s face then follows it with a hard punch in her nose to draw blood.”

“That’s supposed to be pleasurable?”

“Babe, this has nothing to do with us. I’m with you, and I don’t get it, but who knows what gets people off, right? The point is she was into it. It’s their business. Okay?” Hawk tilted Cara’s face up, and he lowered his mouth over hers. “You okay?”

“I guess. The whole thing was disturbing.”

“I know, baby. It’s a lot to handle. Stay with me, and don’t separate again, got it?”

She nodded. The image of blood streaming down the naked woman’s face burned in her mind.

“Let’s go have a drink,” Hawk said.

With his arm around her shoulders, they walked back to the yard where a huge bonfire crackled, its yellow flames leaping toward the twinkling chips in the sky. Finding a place by the fence, Hawk spread out his jacket for Cara to sit on. As she sat on the ground, he pulled her between his legs, and she leaned her back into his chest. While taking a deep drink from his beer bottle, he handed her another vodka tonic. “Bat out of Hell” by Meatloaf belted out of the speakers which surrounded the yard.

Men and women threw bottles, chairs, blankets, and most anything they found into the bonfire. At that point in the night, most of the people were drunk or close to it, and all around Cara, people fucked. Never having seen so many people screw each other in public, she was amazed how freely they dropped their pants and hiked up their skirts to screw wherever they were.

Sipping her drink, Cara wondered if Hawk liked to fuck in public. After all, this was his club, and earlier in the evening he admitted he loved to party. As she took in the party antics, someone watched her. Glancing to Cara’s right, the bleached-blonde woman stared at Cara with daggers in her eyes while a member banged her hard.
Is she one of the women he’s been with?
Fearing the answer, Cara erased the question from her mind and ignored the woman’s dirty looks.

Hawk, stroking her hair, brushed it behind her ears then leaned in and kissed her neck while his fingers massaged her shoulders. His breathing deepened, and against the small of her back, his hardness pressed into her. While he licked and kissed the nape of her neck, he brought his hand down and cupped one of her tits.

A few feet from them, a woman groaned as a man sucked her nipples and another slammed his cock into her pussy. Peeking at the threesome having sex made Cara’s panties damp, and a red tint colored her cheeks as a sweet throb pulsed in her sex.
What the hell?
The live sex show aroused her and compulsion forced her to become a voyeur. Shame mixed with stimulation as she shifted her weight from side to side.

“Are you getting turned on watching them?” Hawk breathed into her ear.

Cara held her legs together and pinkish splotches scattered across her face at his words. How had he guessed? Was her arousal that transparent?

“My cock wants in, Cara,” he rasped as he tweaked her nipple through her top’s fabric.

Cara stiffened. Did he want to screw her in public? It was one thing to watch
others
do it, but for
her
to do it? She wasn’t crazy about that.
No, not at all.

His finger came up from behind her ass, and he stroked her wet pussy. Biting her lip hard, she stifled her moan.

“You’re wet again, babe. Fuck, you’re insatiable.” He chuckled under his breath. “That works out great for me, because I can’t get enough of you.” He swiveled his hips, moving his stiff cock against her back. “See how hard you make me?”

Tilting her head up, he kissed her while his finger played with her mound, but Cara clamped her legs together as she twisted her hips. “Come on, baby. Open your legs more so I can get into your hot pussy.”

Resisting, Cara said, “I don’t feel comfortable. You know, doing it in public and all.”

“No one’s looking, Cara. Everyone’s too busy fucking to give a shit about what we’re doing. I’m fuckin’ horny for you.”

“Some of the people are looking. I see them.”

“You worry too much about that kind of shit. This is about you and me wanting each other. Come on, babe, I need you,” he coaxed.

Cara’s heart thumped and her pulse raced. Maybe it would be exciting. Hawk wanted to bang her, and he didn’t seem bothered by the fact that there were about forty people out in the yard. She
did
want to please him, but in public? Her stomach was a tight ball, and she had the urge to run away. In the golden reflection of the bonfire, and in the shadowy darkness of the yard’s outskirts, everyone was fucking and no one cared who was looking, but Cara didn’t want the pleasure she and Hawk shared to be on display. It just wasn’t her style, and if he cared anything for her, he’d understand.
Call me a prude, but this isn’t my scene.

“Come on, babe, open up.” Hawk’s hands tugged at her closed legs.

“Hawk, I’m sorry, but this isn’t for me. I know you’re cool with this, but I’m not. I don’t mind kissing and stuff, but screwing you in front of a bunch of people just isn’t my thing.”

Hawk was quiet.

“I know this is the way things are done in your world, but you have to respect my world, too. I don’t feel comfortable with all this. I hope you understand,” she said.

Hawk still didn’t say anything. He withdrew his finger, wrapped his arms around her, and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you mad?” Cara said.

“No, I’m not mad. I don’t want you to do anything you feel uncomfortable with. It’s cool.”

“I like our intimate moments to be for us only. It makes it special that way, you know?”

“You don’t have to explain, babe. I get it.” Hawk kissed her head. Turning around, she cupped his chin in her hand, licked his lips, and kissed him possessively.

“Down deep, you’re a real sweetheart,” she murmured.

Holding her close, they sat on the ground, arms wrapped around each other, and watched the sparks of the bonfire spit and sputter. Well after the flames died to smoldering embers, they held each other.

*     *     *

Later that night,
in his room, Hawk held Cara as she slept, allowing an intimacy he had never felt with any woman grab hold of him. It amazed him that he could enjoy holding a woman without fucking her. Remembering their fucking, his cock twitched.
My wildcat is too fuckin’ hot
.
When I’m deep in her pussy, it’s like nothing in life matters except for her. Fuck, I need her in my life
.

Earlier that day, Cara told him she was happy, and he wanted to tell her he was happy, too, but he couldn’t. Fearing that his revelation would give her the upper hand, he didn’t say anything.
Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me? Cara is the best thing that’s happened to me besides the Insurgents. Why can’t I tell her how she makes me feel?

Trusting a woman was not in his makeup—in the end, they always fucked the man over. Even though what he had with Cara was good, it was almost
too
good, and dread permeated his mind at the thought of losing it. Fear she’d take off like his bitch mom gnawed at him. He couldn’t be sure Cara would stick around for the good
and
the bad, and although the barriers around his heart weakened, he wasn’t ready to give Cara all of it.