Final Ride (Lords of Mayhem) (15 page)

“Let’s hope it stays that way,” Hawk mumbled.

“Yeah, I’d like to get out of the deep end of the cesspool
too, brother. It’s like we fell straight into a porta-John,” Tiny said.

“How’s Boston doing?”

“Uncomfortable, which is normal eight months in. We got the
midwife on speed dial and ready to come at a moment’s notice. I’m fucking
nervous. It’s been a long time since I been a dad, and labor is a bitch. She’s
going to want to slaughter me.”

Hawk chuckled. “And yet you want me to jump on the daddy
bandwagon.”

“Hell yeah, it’s got its high points.”

“And its low. I like my sleep,” Hawk said.

“Fucker,” Tiny spat.

Hawk chuckled. “Enjoy those dirty diapers and baby puke.”

“Damn I think I liked you better when you were passed out,”
Tiny said.

“Liar.”

“I am, ain’t the same with you out of service. Doc says he
doesn’t want to see you up and about for a day and to keep your bandages
changed.”

“Done. I want out of here as soon as possible.”

“You’re in a cage until that heals up. You keep cracking
your wound open and you’ll never heal up.”

“I know the drill,” Hawk said.

“Yeah, but your stubborn ass has selective hearing, so I’m
ordering you as your president to keep your ass on bed rest for the next couple
of days and in a car for at least a week after that.”

“You’re cruel as hell,” Hawk said as the days stretched out
before him.

“I’m sure Ariel will keep you busy,” Tiny said with a wink.
He stood. “I’m going to put my ear to the ground for word on the Angels. From
what I saw on the television, there’s not shit left to pin on us.”

“What about survivors?” Hawk said.

“There were none, brother. Those bodies were turned to ash,”
Tiny said. The murder in his friend’s eyes told him there would be no mistakes.

“Got it,” Hawk said, seeing Tiny in a different light as he
left. He was growing into his role of president more and more. Weathering
storms made and broke many presidents. Tiny was proving himself. Hawk’s chest
filled with pride. They’d been born into this and raised to take these
positions. It didn’t make the task any less difficult. Knowing you were the two
people in charge of so many men willing to follow you blindly into battle and
die for your shared beliefs was humbling and a heavy weight. Exhausted he
relaxed into the pillow.
I’m definitely not one hundred yet.
He closed
his weighted eyelids and let sleep take him.

After a week Hawk was climbing the walls. He hadn’t been
able to patrol, and while he’d been kept in the loop it wasn’t the same as being
an active participant. Finally the doc was lifting his ban. He could move about
freely and ride in a
cage.
The last words made him sneer. Ariel had been
a freaking saint. She’d change his bandages, brought him food, kept him
entertained and dealt with his chronic grumpiness.
I have to make it up to
her.
He studied himself in the mirror. He looked paler than usual, but his
shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a fresh braid, the bags had faded from
under his eyes, and he was virtually pain free. His arm would be stiff for a
minute. But he forced himself to exercise it regardless of the discomfort. He
couldn’t afford to lose dexterity.
It’s bad enough being in my early
forties.

He walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the
doorframe to watch Ariel finish dressing. She shimmed into the formfitting
black dress that grazed her thighs and stepped into black high heels that
glittered. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“What?”

“Just admiring the way you look before I get you hot and
bothered.”

She threw her head back and laughed. The rich, full-bodied
tone sounded like bells.

“You think you’re up for it?”

“Oh, I been up for it. But Doc finally gave me the go-ahead.
So you might want to watch what you say tonight.”

She bit her bottom lip and gave him a slow once-over.
“Never.”

His cock stirred to life.
Yeah she missed me as much as I
missed her.
Another time he would’ve taken her fast and hard on the
dresser. Tonight, however, he had other plans. “Well see if you change your
tune later tonight. Come on, let’s get out there.”

“It’s your party; you can be late if you want to.”

“Girl it’s been a week since I had a beer and got out of
this damn room for something fun. I’m about to wreck shit or explode.”

“Inside my pussy?”

Her words made him do a double take. “What did you say?”

“What? I’m learning from the best.” She winked and sashayed
out of the room with him trailing behind her.

“I see what you’re doing, siren. You better make sure you’re
ready for the wrath you’re about to bring down on that ass.”

She wiggled the object mentioned. He rushed up behind her
and delivered a sound smack. She cried out and covered her cheeks with both
hands.

“Again?”

She purred.

His dick twitched in his pants.
Maybe I’m not the only
one with an agenda tonight.

“When I decide,” he said. He wrapped an arm around her waist
and pulled her flush to his side before he continued down the hall. He could
see her puckered pout out of his peripheral vision.
She wanted more of a reaction.
The though amused him. He’d give her plenty to respond to soon enough. They
walked down the hallway into the main room where the party was being a held.
The room was packed, music was playing, and the alcohol was flowing.

“Here’s the man of the hour!” Moose barked.

The crowd cheered and Hawk laughed. This was what he needed.
A busty blonde walked over with two beers.

“Let me be the first to welcome you back,” she purred.

Ariel snatched them from her hands. “He says thanks,” she
said with a voice full of acid. The blonde blinked and took a step back.
Laughter echoed through the room.

“Appreciate it,” Hawk said taking a bottle from Ariel.
“Showing your claws?”

“Yes, is that a problem?” Ariel asked. Her voice shook. He
saw the worry in her eyes. It gutted him.

He squeezed her hip. “I like it.”

She smiled. “You would.”

He nipped her earlobe, took a long swig and headed toward
Tiny.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Tiny said.

“Hey, Boston, how you and the mini doing?” Hawk asked,
taking in the protruding belly that pushed out the material of her turquoise
dress.

“We’re hanging in there. It’s good to see you back on your
feet.”

“Good to be on them.”

“Hey, Ariel, how are you?” Boston asked.

“I’m good. If you need me to get anything tonight, let me
know, okay?”

Boston smiled. “I will. Thank you.”

Tiny shot him a questioning glance. Hawk nodded.
It’s
time to handle things.

“We’ll be back, got to get the music going,” Tiny said.

“We been existing in this strange in-between. I’m ready to
fix that now,” Hawk said to Ariel after Boston and Tiny were gone.

“What do you mean?”

“I want everyone to know you’re mine, girl. You ready for
that?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

“Make sure, because once you become my old lady, I’m not
letting you go.”

“You want me to be your old lady?”

“Haven’t you figured out by now that you already are?”

“I thought maybe I was reading too much into things,” she
whispered, clutching the edges of his cut.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” he said and nodded to Tiny.

“I want to make a toast,” Tiny cried. “To the V.P. and his
new old lady.”

Whoops and hollering went up around them. Hawk wrapped his
hand around Ariel’s neck and pulled her to him. “You’re mine now, siren.”

“And you’re mine,” she said.

“You want to see who cries uncle first?” he asked tracing
her lips with his tongue.

She moaned. “You really think you want to wait?” She trailed
her nails down his chest. “It’s already been long enough.”

Her husky tone had him hard and ready to prove a point.

“You know I like teaching you lessons,” he said. He released
her from his grasp, ran a hand down her back, cupped her ass and rubbed her
against the bulge in his pants. “You let me know when you’re ready for this.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked away, hiding his grin.

He rejoined his boys and procured another beer.

“I thought you were going to take her right there in front
of God and everyone, brother,” Shooter said.

“Still might.”

“Is this really the same woman?” Moose asked.

Hawk laughed. “Trust me, it’s her,” he said as he watched
her talk animatedly with friends.

His mother walked over and patted his face. “Proud of you.”

Hawk laughed. “Thanks, Ma.”

“Now you just need to marry her and give me a grandbaby.”

“Damn, can you let me get used to being taken, first?” he
asked.

“No time like the present my boy,” his mom said.

“Congrats son, I got this one,” his father said, scooping up
his mother and settling her small frame over his shoulder. He patted her ass
and winked as he waded through the crowd and Hawk laughed.
That’s where I
get this possessive shit from.
Rayen approached them with his hands shoved
in his pockets.

“Is this about to be a cage match?” Rocky asked.

“Fuck no we settled our shit,” Hawk said.

“Hey,” Ray said.

“Hey,” Hawk said.

“So I guess congratulations are in order. Never thought I’d
see the day,” Ray said. His smile was tentative, and Hawk sensed his
hesitation.

“Yeah, same here. I guess there was truth in Dad’s bullshit
about when you meet the one,” he said.

Ray laughed. “You two can keep that to yourself. I’m good
being solo.”

“That title is all yours now. Last Bearpaw unclaimed.”

“I’ll be sure to spread that around the res,” Ray said,
making Hawk laugh.

“Don’t let Ma hear you say that,” Hawk said.

“No, she’d tell me to save the bullshit for the sweetbutts,”Ray
said.

Hawk smirked. Between the influence of the res, and life in
Mayhem they’d had one hell of an upbringing.

Tiny appeared, looking frazzled, and the conversation ground
to a halt.

“What’s going on?” Hawk asked.

“I need you to act as president until I say otherwise.
Boston just went into labor. I got the midwife on her way and we’re getting her
set up in our cabin.”

“I got this, brother. Go take care of your woman.”

Tiny left, looking lost.

“Jesus, I’ve never seen him look like that,” Shooter said.

“If my old lady was about to squeeze something the size of a
watermelon out of her pussy, I’d be scared as hell too. Women can get mean as
hell when they’re in pain, mentally or physically,” Hawk said.

“Shit,” Moose said, suddenly looking green around the gills.

Shooter patted him on the shoulder. “How much longer you
got?”

“Two and a half months,” Moose said.

“Good luck with that,” Shooter said.

“One day this is going to be you. You know that, right?”
Moose said.

“Yes, but that day isn’t today,” Shooter replied.

The two reminded Hawk of himself and Tiny when they were
younger. It gave him hope for the future. You were only as strong as your
weakest member.

“You might want to see what your girls up to right now,” Ray
said.

“What?” Hawk turned and found Summer and Ariel with their
heads close together. They pulled back he recognized the salt, lime and a
bottle of tequila.

“Is she about to do what I think she’s going to do?” Moose
asked.

“No fucking way,” Shooter said.

Ariel caught his gaze across the room smirked and lifted up
Summer’s shirt to highlight her large, firm, breasts. She doused them with
salt, took her time licking a path in her cleavage. Summer let out a throaty
moan he could hear over the noise and he growled. Ariel pulled back, sucked on
a lemon and took a healthy swallow of tequila. His dick surged and tried to
break free of his pants. His throat went dry. When Summer salted Ariel’s
cleavage, his control snapped. He stalked across the floor and gripped her hip,
hard.

“You ask me if you could do this?” he asked, baiting her.

“No, I figured it’d be a nice surprise.”

“You want everyone to see you? I can arrange that.” He ran
his hands up her side and cupped her breasts.

She whimpered.

“I knew you liked it kinky, girl,” he drawled, nipping her
earlobe. “I don’t mind if you want to get adventurous, but next time you damn
sure better ask me. Summer, suck her tits through her dress.”

He watched as her girls formed a wall, blocking them from
view.
Fuck yeah, they’re learning.

Summer wrapped her full pink lips around Ariel’s right
nipple and he moaned. Ariel arched her back, and he ground his hard-on into her
ass. “You’re so sexy right now,” he said softly into her ear. “I’m going to
make you come right now in this room with all these people.” He pulled her
dress up in the back. “Spread your legs,” he said. He helped her, nudging her
thighs apart with his knee. He bit the back of her neck and slipped his hands
between her legs. Her crotch was wet and heat rolled off her pussy. “You want
this just as bad as I do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

He slipped her panties to the side and caressed her slick
bundle of nerves. Ariel moaned. Too impatient to play, he thrust into her and
her muscles flexed. He curved his fingers and fucked her. She cried out,
working her hips. His fingers itched to wrap around her throat.
Later.

“Bite her nipples, Summer. She loves that shit.”

Ariel cried out, and he pumped faster, hitting the hard nub
inside her. Her walls contracted around his fingers, and her body tensed. She
huffed. “Let it happen, girl. Come for me now.” She fell apart in his arms,
yielding her cream and he bit down on her neck, staking his claim in front of
his pack like a wild animal. He kissed her shoulder. Any doubts he had about
her belonging in this world were erased.