OUTLAW KING (5 page)

“You’re using. I can see it all over you. Mom will kill you.”

Tito’s eyes went wider. With the flip of an invisible switch that I obviously hit, Tito charged right at me. Next thing I knew, his hand was around my neck. I slammed against the wall and felt his strength trying to crush my windpipe.

Truth?

I could have fought back. I could have taken Tito right down to the fucking ground and made him cry and tap out. But it was my big bro. My hero. My idol. The man who was like a father to me since my old man was long gone.

“You fucking ever joke like that again, little bro, and I will have to hurt you. I’m keeping everything cool. Everything sane and safe, man. Okay? You just go about your shit. Remember why I’m doing my shit. Don’t get in my fucking way.”

Tito let me go.

I coughed and grabbed at my neck.

He walked to the steps and looked back at me.

My big bro… my hero, my idol… he had tears in his eyes. He pointed right at me.

“Just don’t,” he said. “Ever.”

I was frozen.

Tito took a step down and stopped again. He hung his head. “I love you, King. Man, I fucking love you.”

With that, Tito walked down the steps and out of the house.

“I love you too, brother,” I said, still rubbing my neck.

That night… Tito would take a last breath.

7

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L
indsey)

*
NOW*

I
SCOOPED
four large spoonfuls of sugar into my coffee and stirred it up. I took a sip and it was perfect. Aunt Jane always bought the weirdest coffee and knew how to make it taste great.

“You look stressed,” she said.

“I saw something at work. About the building.”

“Selling it?” she asked.

“How did…”

Aunt Jane smirked. “Lindsey, I’ve been in the medical world for how many years? Happens all the time. Centers, hospitals, whatever, it’s all up for grab. Don’t get caught up in that. You’re not in the admin part of it.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t care about the people.”

“Of course you do. But shit happens. You just have to ride the waves of life.”

“You always say…”

Someone cleared their throat.

I turned and saw some young man standing in the doorway with messy hair and jacket slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, D,” Aunt Jane said and winked.

“Get out of here,” I whispered to myself.

“I’m, uh, going to hit the road,”
D
said.

He walked by me, smirking at me, like he conquered something amazing. Aunt Jane reached for
D
and squeezed his wrist.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” she whispered.

I had to admit, even after all those years, it still made my stomach flip to see my aunt
in the zone
, as she always called it.

D
left the house through the kitchen.

Aunt Jane looked at me with a smirk on her face.

“Do I want to know?”

“Probably not. But he kept chasing me down. He literally ran alongside me as I was driving yesterday. Then he tried to get in front of me. Like he wanted me to run him over. So I caved.”

“You caved?” I asked.

“Sure. If you saw the size of his dick…”

“TMI,” I said. “I don’t need to hear this. Plus, weren’t you the one that said it doesn’t matter how big it is but how it’s used?”

“Of course,” Aunt Jane said. Then she smiled bigger. “But I was the one using it. He just stayed there on his back and for a little while, he was my favorite toy.”

I cringed. But that’s what Aunt Jane did. After shit hit the fan with Jim, she divorced him and moved in with a friend. We stayed in the basement of a house for about a year as she worked double and triple shifts to save up enough to buy a small house. Like I said, for as flaky as she was, she always made sure to provide for me. Maybe not that deep mother-daughter bond, but she took care of me.

“What about you?” Aunt Jane asked. “You don't look like someone who got laid last night. Mind if I smoke?”

“Mind if I have one too?” I asked.

Aunt Jane raised an eyebrow. “That bad?”

“Between work and everything else…”

“Let’s start with the
everything else
,” Aunt Jane. “Nelson. You don’t love him, do you?”

“Not like he loves me,” I said.

“There’s no stages of love in a relationship,” Aunt Jane said. “You’re either in or out. You’re either cooking me breakfast in the morning or you’re like D, kicked out of the house without breakfast.”

“Fine. I don’t love him.”

“I knew that from day one. He was a convenient distraction.”

“You should talk.”

“This isn’t about me,” Aunt Jane said. “Don’t get mean.”

“Sorry,” I said. I sipped my sugary coffee and enjoyed the beautiful taste.

“So what else is on your mind?”

“I was reading letters last night.”

“The letters from Kingston?”

“Yes.”

“You still have those?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re my memories,” I said. “They mean something to me. I can’t just throw them out. They meant a lot to me. I really loved him.”

“I know you did. I’m so sorry the way everything happened. But you know we can’t go back in time. We can only go forward. You know, you may not be my daughter but you sure have my spirit.” Aunt Jane stood up and walked to the sink. “You don’t like to be alone. You think you’re going to end up alone for the rest of your life, don’t you?”

“Isn’t that a credible fear?”

“Of course it is,” Aunt Jane said. “But life works in weird ways.”

“Like some horny twenty-two year old jumping in front of you…”

“For the record,” Aunt Jane said. “He’s twenty-three. And he has a degree in sports management.”

“Wow. Good for him. Good for you.”

“I can’t give you advice on love,” Aunt Jane said. “I never have and I never will. Look at all I’ve done. I’m not the one to give you advice. But look at what you know. You’ve got a guy in Nelson who you say does love you. The man you truly have feelings for is gone away for forever. So you need to figure that part out in your mind.”

“I know. Maybe I should just end it with Nelson once and for all. I don’t want to lead him on or hurt him. I just wish I had closure on so much stuff in life. Sometimes I can let it go. Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes it just eats at me so bad.”

“You’re talking about Kingston.”

“Of course. There was so much between us. On and off. It was like we just weren’t ever meant to be together. No matter how strong we felt about each other.”

“That’s how it goes sometimes,” Aunt Jane said. “Maybe you can learn from me. Push through it and find something bigger and better in life.” She spun around. “Now, can we drop the emotional talk? Can I tell you about the size of D’s dick?”

She put her hands together and slowly started to move them apart, not stopping, even beyond a length that was humanly impossible.

“That’s where I’m done with all conversation,” I said.

Aunt Jane made me put my coffee mug in the sink, just like she always did when I was younger. She had the day off of work and planned on sleeping the day away with movies and some pot.
No lie.
That was her way of relaxing. I couldn’t fault her for it. She wasn’t hurting anyone. She paid her bills. She did her thing.

And for me, my thing was all over the place.

Thinking about Nelson, life, work, money, and thinking about King.

There was no chance I’d ever see King again though.

All the dreams. All the promises. They were fluttering further away from me, dreams that never came true.

Getting mad at him wouldn’t help either. Hell, seeing him would probably destroy me.

Little did I know that less than twelve hours from that moment in Aunt Jane’s kitchen I’d see King…

8

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K
ing)

*
THEN*

“
T
HIS IS
where you want it, sweetie?” I growled, my lips grazing her soft and sweet neck. She smelled like a goddamn flower and it made my cock wildly hard.

I didn’t plan on running into her in some bar at the end of town, but that’s what happened. She was on a date with some fucking guy who was hanging with a few of his boys. Me and the Reap had stopped in to wet our whistles before moving on to deal with something else.

As soon as I laid my eyes on her, I was done for a little bit. I told Knox and Matteo to cover me because I had unfinished business. That’s just how it was with Linds.

The second I slid up next to her, she looked at me, a little shocked, and she leaned in and put her head on my shoulder. I grabbed for her hand and there were a few seconds where life felt amazing again. The way she fit into my arms was like a fucking puzzle.

“How are you?” I had whispered into her ear.

“Get me out of here, King,” she whispered back.

Not a fucking problem, sweetie.

That’s how we ended up out back in the parking lot of the bar.

Her legs wrapped tight around my body, my hands already up her shirt, cupping her tits over her bra. She was beyond fucking beautiful and would forever remain perfect in the pages of my book.

“Tell me, sweetie,” I said.

Linds grabbed my face, digging her pampered nails into my skin. Our eyes locked tight. Dark eyes on dark eyes. Eyes that had been through hell and back together. Eyes that had seen shit that could never be unseen.

“Right now,” she whispered. “But hurry. I don’t have time.”

Lucky for me, Linds was wearing a skirt. All I had to do was lift her up off the hood of her car and flip that skirt up. My fingertips ran along the smooth skin of her legs all the way to her panties. I hooked my fingers right around the sides and pulled. No time to fucking waste, right?

I tore her pink panties right off her legs. Being the asshole outlaw I was I put them right to my nose and took a deep breath. That sweet scent that I could never forget. And, no, it wasn’t just pussy. It was Linds’s pussy. She had her own smell, one that would forever be on the tip of my tongue and one that I would always seek out to indulge in.

Fuck, I wanted to eat her right there in the parking lot. But she wanted more than that from me right then. She wanted my cock. She wanted me inside her.

I tucked her panties into the back pocket of my jeans, a little souvenir of our random encounter. I slipped my right hand between her legs again, feeling the silky wetness of her slit. Her soft labia, peeling open like wet flower petals in a rain storm. I plunged two fingers right into her, needing to feel that sheathing warmth.

Her hips bucked at me, her hands grabbed for the hood of her car.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

“Still so tight,” I whispered and planted a kiss on her chin. I inched up to her lips. “Nobody’s touching this pussy, right? This is all mine, sweetie.”

“Then take it,” she purred.

We started to kiss and I dug my fingers deeper into her pussy.

Linds reached between my legs and grabbed at my jeans. She used both her hands to open my jeans and then both hands were down my pants, seeking out my thick and ready cock. And goddam, what a feeling that was. Having her right shove my jeans and boxers down, her left hand gripping tight to my heavy shaft. She pulled me free and stroked from root to tip, sliding the palm of her hand over the head of my cock, spreading a little pre-cum down the bottom of my shaft.

“Fuck, sweetie,” I said between kisses. “You better be fucking ready for me.”

“Put something on and fuck me,” she said.

The kiss broke and Linds looked down. I took a small step back and watched as her two hands played with my cock. I loved that sight. Her small hands racing up and down my shaft. Her left hand going to the hilt, getting a little lost in my pubic hair. Then she spread her hand across my manly fur while her right hand kept going. My veins were throbbing, my balls bouncing, filled with hot cum, ready to unleash on their target. Shit, sex was great, right? Fucking was just part of nature. But when you added in the feelings of the heart - the way I felt about Linds - and I could have probably shot my load right there.

I dug a condom out of my pocket (I always came prepared for a good fuck) and tore the wrapper open. I tossed it to the ground. I put the condom on the tip of my dick and rolled it down my shaft.

Linds looked at me again, this time excitement flooding her eyes.

Man, did we love to fuck. From the first time I took her virginity (and she had taken mine) right up until that moment, there was a deep connection when it came to that physical stuff with us.

I grabbed Linds at her hips and pulled her to the edge of the hood of the car. She wrapped her legs around me again. My cock touched her, feeling her burning heat even with a condom on. I sank forward, entering her, unable to control how fucking hard I needed to have her. Every inch of my cock buried itself inside her as my tongue explored her mouth. She was left grabbing at my leather cut, hanging tight to one of the Reaper’s Bastards as she got herself a good fuck.

I pulled back and thrust forward again.

My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and I held her right where I wanted her. There was no escaping me now, no stopping me either.

Linds broke the kiss and put her head back.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” she groaned into the starry night sky above us.

We were far enough away from the bar that nobody would hear us. She was parked so that nobody could see us. Unless, of course, they were one of the cars parked next to hers. Even still, who gave a shit? If someone wanted to watch me fuck my girl, then so be it.

I fucked at Linds harder, faster. My hands moved up her body, under her shirt, holding her at her sides. Her hands slid up to my chest, looking right into my eyes. I couldn’t slow down. I loved the sound of my cock moving in and out of her. That beautiful wet sound.

“Fuck,” she growled.

“Come all over me,” I said. “I want it all, sweetie.”