OUTLAW KING (17 page)

“I don’t know. You’re going to keep close to me. I have to talk to Uncle Jakey and then the Reap will vote on our next move. Don’t worry about that shit though. Take advantage of right now. I’m here.”

“You’re here,” I whispered. “Really here.”

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I never leave.”

“I believe that.”

“Good girl,” King said with a sly grin.

I was tired but I knew we weren’t going to bed anytime soon.

K
ING STEPPED
into the shower behind me. His left hand touched my belly. His right hand touched my lower back and he started to move down, cutting between my cheeks. My body shivered and I jumped when his finger pressed against a mostly forbidden area. That’s when his left hand slid down the front of my body. Two fingers gently touched my wet slit.

“Fucking mine,” King growled at me a second before his lips touched my neck.

I melted right there on the spot.

There was no better way to start the morning than that.

King’s two fingers dug into my pussy, his thumb resting against my clit. From behind I felt one of his thick fingers pressing, making me thrust forward against his fingers. When I pulled back, his finger was there against my hole, ever-so-softly starting to open me there.

The pressure and penetration was so fucking intense.

It was perfect.

I reached back and grabbed at his legs, wanting to find his big cock to play with.

But King wouldn’t allow it. He pressed his body tight to mine. I could feel the steel girth of his shaft against my back, thickening with each passing second.

“All fucking mine,” King said to me. “Say it to me, sweetie.”

“All fucking yours,” I said with a groan. I leaned forward and put my hands to the wall. The shower water pounded against my back. My ass thrust back against his touch. He was a fingertip inside me from behind and two fingers deep in my pussy. “All fucking yours, King.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” he said.

With that, his hands moved away from my holes and he gripped my hips tight. He pulled me right to him, letting me feel the engorged head of his cock as he teased it against my pussy. One good thrust forward and he was halfway inside me. I cried out, my voice bouncing off the shower tile.

It felt so fucking good.

He thrust again, finishing the rest of his cock off, plowing deep inside me. He held there, staying steady, but he rocked my hips left to right, grinding me against him. My pussy ached and felt pulses of warm tingling pleasure that forced me to my toes. With just one thrust of his cock after the first one I was already on the verge of climax. No man should have that kind of power, but King did. My body was helpless to his touch. I was forever completely under his command and control.

As he fucked me in the shower, our grunts and groans met in the air. The sound of wet skin slapping together echoed even louder. I pushed against the wall, fucking back at him, wanting it harder and wanting it as deep as he could reach. King had found a way to unlock a new wild desire inside me, one I didn’t know existed. His cock was the key and my heart was the destiny.

His hands slid up my wet body and around, cupping my hanging breasts. He stayed right there with me, fucking faster by the second. I could only stare down, looking at his feet compared to mine. Seeing him standing behind me, feeling the wildness of his cock.

I opened my mouth to let out a needed yell but my breath was stolen by another orgasm. The collision of pleasure and pressure from deep in my core. The way it exploded and sent the pleasure everywhere. Not just between my legs, but the pleasure racing up to my breasts, my head, my legs, even down to my toes. The greatest pleasure I’d ever known.

“Get ready for your King,” he growled.

His lips touched the top of my back. Then his teeth grazed my skin. He grunted each time he pounded forward. He was fucking me like we were animals. And then he started to come. Pressing forward and stopping for a second so the first pulse of cum could splash against my womb. Then he started to fuck me again. Throbbing the entire time, his cum filling me to the brim and back.

King kissed to my ear and forced me to stand. He was still inside me.

“Nothing will happen to you,” he whispered. “I’ll die for you. Know that, sweetie. If I’m your King, then you’re my
Queen
. Nothing could ever change that.”

I reached up and back for King. My body was shivering with pleasure. The hot water hit my chest. Droplets of warm water slipped over my nipples. That felt good. Really good. King knew how to unlock pleasure in my body that kept secret for years.

“I love you, King,” I said in a breathless voice.

“I fucking love you, sweetie,” he said. “Never forget that.”

There was something King didn’t see though. And that was my tears. I couldn’t help but fear something bad was going to happen. Why? Because something bad always happened.

But I heeded what King had said to me before. To take advantage of the moments we had.

So I did.

I stood there in the shower with my outlaw,
my King
, still inside me, holding my nude body, making me feel beautiful and alive.

It was the greatest moment of my life… and it led to a coming nightmare.

30

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K
ing)

*
NOW*

I
SAW
Anderson on the side of the road with his thumb out.

What the fuck is this?

I pulled to the side of the road and Anderson grinned when he saw me.

“I ran out of gas,” he said.

“Bullshit.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “You caught me in a lie.”

“What are you trying to do right now? Blow our cover?”

“No cover to blow right now,” he said. “Nobody is around. Your entire MC is waiting for you. You were fucking Lindsey, weren’t you?”

“Fuck yourself.”

“I can smell her on you. Her soap and shampoo. Shower sex. That’s good stuff.”

“Do you want me to punch you again?”

Anderson grinned. “I need that location.”

“Where do you think I’m fucking going right now? I’ll get you your information.”

Lies. Lies. Lies.

“Good,” Anderson said. “See, in my experience, when we get to this true crossroad, voices appear. Old voices. Nasty voices. Voices that try to convince you to do otherwise. I don’t want that in your life.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Regret,” Anderson said. “You get to your table and get the information that will hurt your club. Then the voices appear. I have to silence those voices. Right now.”

“Are you threatening me, Anderson?”

He laughed. “Kingston, if I wanted you to be threatened, you would be. If I wanted you dead, you would be. If I wanted you rotting in a prison cell, you would be. But here you are, standing with a motorcycle between your legs. And I’m going to set the tone for the rest of your day. And your life. I was going to wait for this, King, but I feel I’ve pushed hard at you.”

“What the fuck are you getting at?”

“Simple.” Anderson opened his jacket and took out a piece of paper. “This is going to tell you everything you need to know. An investigation I had into your brother… and your club. Years ago. Everyone has been protecting you from the truth, Kingston, but it’s time the truth comes out. I want you happy and free, Kingston. To live a great life with Lindsey, fucking her every morning in the shower and every night in bed.”

Anderson gave me the piece of paper. I unfolded it and stared down at it.

I looked up at Anderson.

“I’ll give you time alone,” he said. “My car is parked right up around that bend. Full tank of gas.”

Anderson started to walk away.

I looked back down at the paper.

The truth was there. Or at least a different version of the truth.

It contained the information of who really killed Tito.

I looked up from the letter again and Anderson was out of sight.

That was okay.

I wasn’t worried about him anymore.

I had to get to the Reap.

I had to get real revenge now.

I
WALKED
to the head of the table and put the paper down. I held my finger to Uncle Jakey’s name and looked him dead in the eyes. The rest of the room knew something big was brewing.

“Tell me right now. Everything. Right fucking now.”

Uncle Jakey looked at the paper then up at me. “Where did you get that?”

“Anderson,” I said. “He’s worried I’m going to flip on my deal with him. He’s been fucking with me since I met him about the truth of my brother.”

“Jesus Christ,” Knox said. “What the hell is this?”

“Everyone clear the table,” Slam said. “Let them hash this out.”

“No,” I said. “He can speak for himself.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Uncle Jakey said. He grabbed the paper from the table. “I’ll talk to my table. I have nothing to fucking hide. But can you handle it, King?”

“All I’ve fucking been through,” I said. “For this club. For my family. Sitting in prison, rotting away. I’m willing to accept death, but before I do that, I want the truth. All of it.”

“Then sit,” Uncle Jakey said. “Let’s all talk.”

I didn’t want to fucking sit but I did. I felt both Knox and Slam burning at me. Shit, if I went after Uncle Jakey and hurt him… I’d lose my cut and I’d probably get killed.

“There was a street war,” Uncle Jakey said. “I was caught in the middle. We had guys from up north pushing down into town. It was a fucking mess. Hammer still had the gavel. We knew what we were up against. The town getting overrun with thug bullshit.”

“My brother?” I asked.

“Him and his entire crew,” Uncle Jakey said. “You knew what he was doing, King. The shit he was selling. The shit he was snorting and injecting. The guy was a mess. They all were. The dealers became the users. And when they become users… fucking junkies have no straight mind.”

“What are you getting at with this?” Knox asked.

“We took a vote to push back,” Uncle Jakey said. “We couldn’t let the thing escalate. The plan was to muscle them out of our way. Push them somewhere else. Drive them into another town and let them all get busted.” Uncle Jakey looked at me. “For Tito… we wanted to save him. I promise you that, King. We wanted to pull him out of that and get him cleaned up. In fact, your mother even met with Hammer one time to talk. We all knew what he meant to you and we all wanted him to be under the protection of the Reap.”

I felt the anger rising inside me, knowing that the story wasn’t going to end well because I already knew the ending.
The ending was with Tito taking a fucking bullet and dying.

“That didn’t happen,” I said. “What happened…”

“Was that your brother organized a small group to take down the Reap,” Uncle Jakey said.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were then on me, waiting for my reaction.

“What?” I asked.

“You heard me,” Uncle Jakey said. “Your brother set up a group to attack us. He wanted to take out Hammer. He knew about your mother meeting Hammer. He hated that you were so far into the Reap. And he knew we weren’t going to allow their drugs and violence to keep pushing into town. The big players were already moving away. So the junkies started to scramble. I’m sorry, King, but when you take out a hit on the President of this club…”

“Shit,” Slam said. “You guys took out his brother.”

“How did that other guy get involved then?” Knox asked. “The one King murdered?”

Uncle Jakey shook his head. “We tried to stop that too. That night the bullets started to fly easily. But back on track for the story.” Uncle Jakey stood up. He ran a hand across his face. “I’m well connected all around. My push, pull, power is everywhere. The Reap wasn’t in a position to just start tagging people. So we called in a favor. The plan was to scare Tito. Make it well known we were all over him. Then we wanted to pull you out of that house, King. Show you everything. Christ, I still have information somewhere I can show you. Your brother was deep. He was using more than selling. What he sold he fucking used the money to buy more. He never made his payments. The goddamn connection wanted us to take out Tito. They were willing to pay. But we refused. Hammer said no. I said no. We weren’t in the business of that. The big players still wanted Tito dead. Our guy was going to rough up Tito. Then we were going to come and make sure the message was sent. Simple as that. Except the guy was on the payroll for someone else. The second he saw Tito, he pulled the trigger. He took off and it took us a while to figure out what to do next.”