Prowler: Forsaken Ones MC (11 page)

Felicity

The motorcycle purred underneath me after he first cranked her up. I had never realized just how open the ride was on the back of one. I had always known that it was very different from riding in a car, but there was nothing between my body and the outside world, or the road.

I held onto Hawk for dear life as he pulled out of his driveway and onto the road. The bike roared between my legs, sending vibrations up through my whole body. The tender, delicate places between my legs trembled with ecstasy to have Hawk pressed against me while experiencing such strong vibrations.

That wasn’t the exciting part, though.

He steered us away from town. He took me into the suburbs, the smaller communities spaced out around our big city. There were stretches of nothing for miles, and we would suddenly drive past or through a small neighborhood, or something that looked like a downtown area as we rolled through another of the smaller towns surrounding us.

My work took me to so many different places, but it was always by plane or in the backseat of a cab or hired car. Travelling by motorcycle was something completely different. I didn’t just
see
the small, old buildings and the tall, wide houses; it was like I was right there in front of them. In a way, I was, but I felt more like I was standing in front of them instead of sitting in a car and missing half of what passed me by.

Once we were out of the big city and into the smaller towns, everything looked very different. Whereas in the city, the buildings and houses would push nature aside, the opposite seemed to be true once we pulled into a smaller town on the outskirts. We would pass newer subdivisions where everything was in its proper place and every lot looked exactly the same. Then, we would pull through an older neighborhood, and it seemed the houses were built so that they didn’t get in the way of the trees or rows of hedges.

After riding on the back of the bike for a while, I couldn’t feel my body. I was numb from the vibrations, but it felt great. I felt free. I understood why so many people loved motorcycles. I understood the culture of rebellion that surrounded them.

I had to stay focused, though. This trip wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about connecting with Hawk on any sort of meaningful level. This trip was about merely convincing him that I was trying to do that.

We pulled up to an old store with a porch out front. Several men stood around talking on the porch when we stopped. Hawk pulled up to the building and cut the engine. The men looked over at us and nodded their heads in greeting.

I pulled my helmet off and shook out my hair. I stretched out my jaw. My head felt cramped from being confined in the helmet for so long. Meanwhile, my skin felt as windblown as my hair would have been if I hadn’t worn the helmet.

“Why are we stopping here?” I asked Hawk as he took off his helmet and climbed off the bike.

“I just want to get up and stretch my legs, grab a drink, and maybe hang out for a few minutes before we get back on the road and head home,” he answered.

“Sounds like a plan. What are we getting?” I climbed off the bike behind him and followed him up the steps of the porch.

“I’m just going to grab a bottle of root beer. You can get whatever you want,” he told me.

“Root beer? Okay,” I said under my breath as we walked into the store.

Hawk nodded at the clerk behind the counter, and from the look they shared, I wondered if he knew the guy. And if he knew the guy, I wondered if I hadn’t just found myself in trouble for planning on screwing him over with the diamond.

As we walked down separate aisles of the store, I noticed a couple of people giving Hawk nasty looks. They knew what he was and obviously didn’t approve. I wondered if that was why he opted for the businessman and playboy look he normally sported over the biker look.

I watched as he went straight for the glass root beer bottles in the cooler. I grabbed a bottle of water. When we got back up to the counter, he had two bottles in his hand. The clerk punched the prices in instead of ringing us up with a scanner like so many other places did back in town.

“Here.” Hawk handed me one of the bottles on the way out of the store.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“You’re drinking one with me,” he said.

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but root beer? Were we ten again?

Once outside the store, he walked over to one of the picnic tables on the wide porch. The men hanging out by the door didn’t even glance at us as we passed. The whole scene just seemed surreal. We were in a town that looked like it had missed the last thirty years or more, sitting down on the porch at an old convenience store, and drinking root beer like we were kids again.

“What’s all this about?” I asked him after we both took sips from our bottles.

“I just like to come out here from time to time.” He looked around like he was really taking in the scenery. “You know, if I ever take the time to just get on the back of my bike and ride, I like to come out here, sit on this porch, and have a root beer, just like when I was a kid.”

“Wait,” I stopped him. “You mean, you used to come out here when you were a kid?” Oh, it was getting thick out here. By trying to make him think I was trying to connect with him on a deeper level, I had opened the door to something I did not need to know. I didn’t need to know where he was from or what his childhood was like. Those things would just make what I had to do that much harder.

“This is where I grew up, Felicity,” he told me.

I sat back and looked around. The area was obviously poor. The men standing by the door wore old, worn clothes that looked stained from years of hard work. I took a deep breath and looked around at the worn out buildings around us. If he had grown up in a place like this, it certainly explained why he didn’t have any personal pictures out in his office. Instead, it seemed he wanted to focus on his successes in life. I could definitely understand that.

“Did it always look like this?” I asked him quietly as I took a sip from my root beer. Root beer just always tasted like childhood to me. I figured if someone wanted to reminisce, it was the perfect drink.

“No, actually. You see that building on the corner over there?” He pointed across the street to where we had just crossed the railroad tracks before pulling up to the store.

“The tall white one with the boarded up windows?” I asked. It also didn’t have a lot. It stood right on the curb. The door opened onto the sidewalk. Or, it would have, if the place still had a door. Instead, it had a couple of sheets of plywood where the door should have been.

“When I was little, that was the local grocery store. Unless they built one further out, everyone has to drive into the city now to get groceries if they can’t find what they need in the store here.”

“You’re kidding!” I couldn’t fathom that someone of his stature, both physically and financially, had ever lived in a place like this. All the houses were old and run down. I turned and looked down the porch at the other end of the store’s lot. Behind the store were boarded up houses.

“Not at all. Sometimes I wish I was, but after living here, I definitely appreciate everything I have and everything I had to do to get it.” He nodded and took a long drink from his bottle.

If there had been any one point during the whole situation with Hawk when I truly regretted what I had been planning on doing the whole time, that was it. It wasn’t that I felt sorry for him for having grown up in a poor little town. He had obviously done well for himself since leaving. What got me was that he had opened up to me the way he did, and I was still planning on screwing him over.

I wished I had never met him. I wished I could have turned off everything I felt. I wished I could have forgotten everything that had happened between us. In that moment, I wished I could get up from the table and leave him sitting there alone. I didn’t even know where we were, but my phone was in my pocket. I could have had Kleo call a car for me.

The temptation was strong.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. “You’re having a hard time believing I came from a place like this, aren’t you?”

“It is a little hard to believe,” I admitted.

“Would you like to see where I grew up?” he asked, tossing his empty glass bottle into the large trash can at the corner of the porch.

“You don’t have to show me.” I really felt guilty for how he was putting himself out there for me. I didn’t need to know everything about him. I just needed to know where that damn diamond was so I could disappear from his life.

We were getting into things I couldn’t relate to. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like, growing up around here, in a town that didn’t seem to have a name.

“No, come on. I know it’s more than you bargained for, but come on. We’ve spent enough time together now that I think it’s high time we start really getting to know each other.” He stood up and grabbed my hand as he started walking past the table. He didn’t give me a chance to finish my root beer, but he grabbed my water for me.

He threw on his helmet and straddled the bike. I climbed on behind him and put on my helmet. When I wrapped my arms around his waist, he handed me the water. He fired the bike back up drove onto the road, taking the first right and going down behind the store to where the vacant houses were that I was looking at from our seat on the porch.

I didn’t know what to expect from him next. I had no idea what he was planning or why he was even showing me all of this. For all I knew, he could have had the rest of the MC waiting for me in one of the old houses and they were going to try to get information out of me.

When we pulled up in front of one of the houses, I figured that was exactly what was going to happen.

“This is it,” he said after he killed the engine again and took off his helmet.

It was a square, one-story home with a small sagging porch in front. The windows had been boarded up at one point, as had the door, but the sheets of plywood were hanging off, leaving the openings exposed.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand again and pulling me off the bike with him.

I looked around cautiously as we approached the house, stepping over uneven chunks of cracked sidewalk where grass was growing through. I felt like I had stepped into the twilight zone. This was not the same person whose house I’d been living in for the last several days. I didn’t know this version of Hawk.

“Watch where you step.” He helped me up onto the porch and helped me step over the fallen board that had been in front of the door.

I looked around the inside of the house. The floor seemed pretty solid, but the paint was peeling off the walls in large patches. Light spilled in through glassless windows and holes in the ceiling and roof. It gave the interior a mottled look.

We were alone, and the grip Hawk had on my hand tightened. It became clear what was on his mind. He wasn’t bringing me here to guilt me into giving up my mission. He wasn’t bringing me here to ambush me with the rest of The Forsaken Ones.

He wanted to take me in this old abandoned house.

As strange as it was, I was down for anything he had in mind.

Hawk

I hadn’t thought about it until we were out riding, but I hadn’t taken the bike through my old neighborhood in a while. I was from a poor small town on the outskirts of the outskirts of town. I grew up beyond the suburbs in a small square wooden house that had fallen on some pretty hard times since I left home to find my way in the big city.

I figured that since Felicity wanted to connect with me again, now was as good a time as any to go by and check on the old place. I didn’t own it, didn’t want to own it. After I left home, I had lost contact with my family, so I had no idea where they had gone, why they had abandoned the property, or anything. I didn’t know who did own it. All I knew was that it was falling apart.

I had gone in a few times in the past and looked around. I had come out a few times and drank myself stupid in the main room, which had been our living room. I had spent the night in this old house on several occasions.

Felicity was the first person I had brought out here with me, and as we stepped across the threshold, something came over me. It occurred to me as she followed me into the house that we were completely alone in there. It was dark, and no one would be able to see us unless they walked in on us while were together.

Furthermore, she had agreed to let me command her and control her body as if she were property. I squeezed her hand as we walked in to try to communicate to her what I was thinking.

We stepped over debris in the floor.

“Careful,” I cautioned her as we walked toward one of the back rooms, a room that had served as a bedroom when we all lived there.

“Hawk, what are we doing here?” she asked from behind as I led her through the dark house.

“Just remember our arrangement and watch your step,” I answered as I stepped over a limb that had fallen through the roof at some point.

“Okay, this is definitely yellow.” I heard her humor beginning to return to her tone.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be careful,” I assured her.

We stepped through alternating pools of afternoon light and shadow. I pulled her with me into the room that had been my bedroom when I was a child.

“Is this your room?” she asked in a seductive tone. She knew the plan. It excited me that she had figured it out by the time we made it back there.

“It was.” I smiled in the dim light. “No one can see us in here,” I told her, “so come here.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. I wrapped one arm around her waist and held the back of her head with my hand. Our lips worked together, and her tongue welcomed mine into her mouth.

I grabbed her hair and gently pulled her back from me. I watched as she opened her eyes slowly, almost dreamily.

“Strip for me,” I demanded.

“Here?”

“Yes, here. Take your clothes off. No one’s going to see you except for me.”

She blinked and grabbed my hand to let me know I was pulling too hard on her head. I let her go, and she took a step back. She still seemed to be thinking about what I had told her to do instead of doing it.

“Go ahead,” I urged her. “Get to it. Do you need me to help you get started?” I hardened my tone to let her know I wasn’t playing around with her.

Her reluctance turned me on, especially since she hadn’t said anything else about our safe words. There was no indication that she didn’t want to do it, just that she was unsure of it, and I could feel myself surging against my jeans.

“The sooner you get those clothes off, the sooner you can help me relieve some of this tension I feel for you,” I told her. “You don’t want to make me wait.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” she finally said.

She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started to pull it off.

“No,” I stopped her. “First, your jeans. Just your jeans.”

She kicked off the little boots I’d bought her and undid her belt, then her jeans. She slowly peeled them off of her skin and pushed them down over her legs. I watched as she revealed the black lace panties I had bought her. I could see her red hair peeking out through the fabric, taunting me, making me harder.

She pushed even further, revealing the fair skin on her beautiful legs. I wanted to run my hands and my lips over the curve of her hips and down her smooth legs.

She let go, and her jeans fell abruptly to the floor. She stepped out of them and raised up her feet, one at a time, to pull off her socks. She had cute little feet. I wasn’t much of a foot guy, but I could have kissed her whole body, starting all the way down on her toes and following the lines of her body up to her lips.

“Now your shirt,” I told her.

She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her stomach, over her beautiful, perky, round breasts, and over her head. She held it out and let it fall to the floor in front of her.

She stood before me in just her panties then. She turned her head and flicked her hair behind her shoulders so I could see her breasts and her sweet, pink nipples.

“Grab your breasts.” I loved the way her fingers looked as they wrapped around the curve of her breasts and ran across her nipples.

“Make your nipples hard for me,” I ordered her, and she pinched them between her thumbs and forefingers. She tugged on them and ran her fingers over them. I could see the little pink tips of her tits hardening as she played with them.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and bit her lower lip as she continued to play with her tits for me. I wanted to pull myself out and stroke myself while I watched, but I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was inside of her.

“Now turn around, and keep playing with your tits.”

She turned around, and I could see the way her hair reached more than halfway down her back. Her panties curved with her ass perfectly, giving me a little peek at her fair skin through the black lace, creating a mouthwatering contrast in color.

I walked up to her and pressed myself between her cheeks, rubbing my jeans against the lace fabric. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. Then I ran my hands up her stomach to her breasts, pushing her hands out of the way while I grabbed her and squeezed gently. I listened to her gasp with delight as I tweaked and rolled her nipples in my fingers.

“Undress me,” I whispered in her ear before kissing her neck and her shoulder, lightly brushing her flesh with my lips.

Her fingers worked diligently to free me from my jeans. She reached into my boxers and pulled me out. She stroked me with her firm grip.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Hawk, just take me right here.”

I pulled a hand back from her tits and pulled a condom out of my pocket before letting my jeans finally fall to the floor around my ankles. I put it in her hand.

“Open it and put it on me,” I ordered.

“No, I want you to finish on me.” There was a hint of pout in her voice.

“No, that’s not what I want to do this time. Now, open it and roll it down my cock.” I squeezed her right tit a little harder, and she sucked her breath in through her teeth. Having to repeat myself made me that much harder.

Even when I was supposed to have total control over her, Felicity wanted to try to challenge me, no matter how feebly. It made me want her so much every time she did it.

She opened the condom and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. I closed my eyes as she gripped me with her fingers and rolled the condom slowly down my shaft. Her fingers gripped the ring around the base of the condom and forced it down me.

“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear. “Now, put your hands on the wall.”

She turned to face the wall and put her hands on it at shoulder height. I shrugged off my vest and pulled my t-shirt over my head so I could feel her body against mine as I pressed against her.

“Spread your legs.”

I could feel myself straining against my skin, pulling it taught around my erection with each order I gave. No matter what happened, no matter what her reason for seeking me out had been, I knew that at that moment I had total control over her.

I reached down and slid my fingers into the lace that only partially hid her from me. I stroked her lips and felt her body quiver under my touch. I parted her skin and slid my fingers along her slit up to where I felt her clitoris. I flicked the little nub of her pleasure and listened to her gasp. She leaned against the wall, and I could hear her breath hitting it.

“Please, Hawk,” she begged. “Please, I want you inside of me.”

I leaned forward as I continued to stroke her.

“Are we still on yellow?” I asked.

“No, we’re green, baby. We’re so fucking green,” she panted.

I slid my fingers into her opening, pushing them deep inside. She gasped, and I could feel her body tensing up around me.

I pulled them out and grabbed one of the openings in her panties. I pulled the fabric apart, opening her wide for me to get in, instead of just pushing her underwear to the side.

I slid into her, feeling her tighten around me as I pushed deeper and deeper inside, until I was all the way in to my base.

“Oh God,” she called out.

I pressed my body against hers until she pressed herself against the wall. I thrust into her and looked down to see myself pushing against her perfectly round ass. She balled her fists against the wall and whined as I thrust myself into her.

“Yes, Hawk. Yes.”

I felt her continuing to tighten around my shaft. Her body shook beneath my weight and she moaned louder with each thrust.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, just above her breasts, and held her against me as I shoved myself deep into her. She shook and whimpered with her eyes and mouth shut. Her fingers opened and closed against the wall.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” she finally shouted.

“Me, too,” I whispered in her ear. “You feel so fucking good, Felicity.”
 

She reached back and grabbed my hips to hold me in as I erupted with her. Our bodies were coming together as one. I emptied myself into the rubber around my shaft at the same time her muscles clutched me and let go, clutched me and let go. I slid in and out a few more times, relishing in the sensitivity of her tight opening trying to keep me inside her.

Finally, I slowly pulled out, listening to her pant against the wall. Her body seemed to collapse forward as she relaxed and her ecstasy finally let its grip go from her. I pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the floor in the corner.

“That was amazing,” she said breathlessly. “But you owe me another new pair of panties.”

“Don’t worry. I think I can handle it.”

I turned her around and ran a hand gently over her cheek. She kissed my thumb as it passed by her mouth and gently nibbled me, shooting me a seductive look with her eyes.

“Come on, let’s get dressed,” I told her. “We need to get back before it gets dark.”

The truth was we needed to get back so we could get dressed for dinner. I was going to take her out to my favorite steakhouse to treat her for the last few days. Regardless of her motives or what was about to go down, I had really enjoyed our time together and wanted to have a special dinner with her before things got carried away.

She had seemed distant since she checked the message from her boss earlier. Whatever she was up to, it felt like she was getting close to having to pull the trigger on her plan.