OUTLAW KING (6 page)

I leaned closer to Linds, putting her more on the hood of the car. Our bodies were tighter together as I fucked her. Pulling and thrusting, making sure every spot of her beautiful pussy was being taken care of and being explored.

We started to kiss again and this time it was sloppy. The right kind of kiss you’d expect when you’re getting fucked on the hood of a car.

Linds opened her mouth and let out a cry. “King… fuck…”

“That’s right,” I growled, our lips touching. “King is fucking you, sweetie. Taking care of everything for you.”

A few seconds I felt her body let go. Her ass jumping off the hood of the car, bouncing against my cock. I pulled back and looked down as our bodies continued to connect over and over. Watching the way she moved those tight hips of hers against my cock, back and forth, back and forth, using my body to pleasure herself.

I sucked in a breath when I felt my balls reach their breaking point. Like a volcano ready to explode, there was no way to prevent it from happening any longer.

My hands moved up her body more, feeling the bottom of her bra. I forced my thumbs under her bra and felt the warm and fullness of her tits. I didn’t stop until my thumbs were able to flick back and forth against her nipples.

Goddammit, we needed more time. It was the greatest peril of our relationship. The way time always wanted to work against us.

I gritted my teeth as I looked at Linds again. Our foreheads touched, her lips quivering, fluttering with whispers that contained words I’d never get a chance to hear.

I growled from deep within my chest, plowing at her even harder.

My steel cock was about to unleash.

The two second leading up to my orgasm all I could do was think about how much I cared about her. How much I loved her. How badly I wanted to keep all those promises I made to her when we were younger.

I felt the first spurt of cum shoot into the condom. I sank into Linds again and held there, thrusting as she rocked her hips, letting her tight pussy squeeze against my pulsing cock, making damn sure all my cum was out of me and into the condom.

I didn’t kiss her again until I was completely done. I was still inside her. Her skirt flipped up. My jeans opened and down just past my ass.

I put my right hand to the back of her neck and I kissed like it was the last time I’d ever get the chance. The truth was, I never knew when our last kiss was really going to be.

“I fucking miss this,” I said.

“So do I, King,” she said.

“Look at me, Linds. Right fucking now.”

I stared at her again. Silence for a few seconds. My thumb stroked her cheek.

“I’ll always protect you. Whatever happens to you. To me. In life. I’ll always protect you.”

She nodded. She touched my face. She gently kissed me. “I know, King. It’s the one thing I can believe in.”

“Don’t even fucking stop, sweetie. You never know when I’ll be back again.”

I left the comfort of Linds’s body and tossed the condom away.

I kept her panties but fixed her skirt for her.

We parted ways with one more quick kiss and I stood there and watched her walk back to the bar.

I lit up a smoke and blew rings up to the stars.

For the first time in a long fucking time I was smiling.

It felt good to smile.

That’s what Linds did to me.

I wanted to give her forever, but I knew what was at stake.

I still had to find the fucking prick that killed my brother and get my revenge.

Maybe then I’d finally get to have Linds for the rest of my life.

9

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K
ing)

*
NOW*

T
HE CAR CAME TO A STOP
. I had nothing on me to throw at the driver, but I was told he was already taken care of. I opened the back door and stepped out onto the sidewalk as a free man.

A free fucking man.

The car sped away and I was left with a bag of clothes and notebooks to carry toward the garage. It was almost night, the garage already shut down for the day. On the right side of the lot were cars, trucks, SUVs. On the left was the line of motorcycles.

I spotted my black beauty of a ride and felt my heart race.

I walked right to it, touching the handlebars, the leather seat, crouching down to look at the engine. She smelled amazing. She felt amazing. I couldn’t wait to climb on her and ride her into the horizon.

I stood back up just as the door to the garage office opened.

Noah stood there holding a couple folders in his hand. The second he spotted me, he froze. It was like he saw a ghost. And, shit, that’s what I was to the Reap right then. Nothing but a fucking ghost.

He dropped the folders from his hands and started to run toward me.

I wasn’t sure if word was going to get out about my release or not to the boys. Everything became a fucking whirlwind after I signed the papers with Anderson. He was going to keep tabs on me and I was going to give him whatever he wanted. At least that’s what he thought. My job was walk the very fine and dangerous line of keeping Anderson happy and not turning my back on the Reap.

I needed to talk to Knox and get a sit down with Uncle Jakey.

Before that…

“Holy fuck!” Noah screamed as his big arms flew around me.

I hugged him back. We smacked each other’s backs like we wanted to hurt each other.

The door to the office blasted open again and out came the rest of the guys.

Matteo, Elijah, Ari, Liam, Slam, and Knox.

We were in a big huddle that stunk of grease, sweat, and smoke. We were fucking filthy outlaws. We had always been filthy. The good boys of the town got sweaty playing football and then would part their hair on the side to go to church and praise whatever they believed in for their ability to throw a football. Me and my boys were the wild ones that walked along the football game, picking out the player’s girlfriends to have a little fun with. The star QB may have had the cheerleader on top of the pyramid Saturday through Thursday, but on Friday night, the only thing she was on top of was me.

And, fuck, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Slam grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a big, sloppy kiss to the cheek. I swore the old softy was fucking crying.

When I finally faced Knox, it was so intense. He slapped my face and shook his head. “All because of guards fucking around and new evidence. That’s what did it.”

“That’s what I’m told,” I said. “But I have to talk to you, brother. You and me. Okay?”

“We have plans first,” Matteo said.

He swatted at my back and it was like getting whacked with a bag of bricks.

These were the biggest and strongest guys I’d ever known.

“Plans?” I asked.

“Reaper’s Bastards,” Knox said. “Come on. Let’s have a meeting.”

Knox slid his arm around me and led the way to the office.

We went through the office and hooked a left where Knox opened another door.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

It was a true chapel. A place for the MC to meet and discuss business. A table with chairs. A chair for all the members.

My eyes quickly saw a chair with a leather cut on it. The only chair with a leather cut on it.

“I can’t believe this,” Ari said. “Our lost brother is back.”

“We need drinks,” Liam said. “We need to get on our rides and hit a titty bar right now. I’ll call Sabrina. We’ll go over there and shut the place down.”

I smiled. I looked around the room. I looked at all my brothers. My boys. I thought about what Anderson wanted to achieve. I wasn’t sure what he could possibly get the MC for, if anything. More so, he wanted Uncle Jakey. The problem with that was that Uncle Jakey was old blood, going way back to the days of Knox’s old man running the MC. And Uncle Jakey had ties to outside organizations. So that meant things were still very touchy.

“Before we get out of hand,” I said. “Let’s take a breath. I’m still in a world of shit here. I don’t know how this is going to play out.”

“That’s why we go for the throat while you’re here,” Elijah said. He shoved at my back and let out a cackling laugh.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Knox said. “Before any of that… everyone shut up and line up. Right now.”

The guys all got in a long line. Side by side. All of them wearing the Reap cut. Looking rough and tough, ready for a fight and fuck. Funny how I hadn’t seen these faces in hundreds of days and yet within seconds of seeing them it was like we hadn’t missed a beat. Like I had gone to take a long shit or something.

Knox walked around the table and pulled out the lone chair with a leather cut on it. He lifted the leather cut up, showing it to me.

It was my leather cut.

Fuck, right before everything went to hell and back, the MC had been falling apart. There were outside wars, wars inside, and the authorities were taking us all down one by one for dumb shit. By the time I stripped myself of the leather cut there wasn’t much left of the Reap. That sort of made the
death row
stuff a little easier to digest.

But not anymore.

The Reap was back and in full swing.

“This is yours,” Knox said. “From the second I put my cut back on, I put yours on this chair.”

“Hell yeah,” Slam said. “Lost brother… not fallen.”

I nodded to Slam. “Thank you.”

“So now we make our final stand,” Knox said. “If you should get the leather cut back or not.”

Or not?

“I say yes,” Knox said.

He walked the cut to Noah. He gripped it tight, nodding. “Of course.”

He passed the cut to Matteo. Then it went to Elijah. Then Ari. Down to Liam. And finally, Slam.

“Fucking hell yes,” Slam said without hesitation.

He took a step forward and the door to the chapel opened.

In came Uncle Jakey.

Old, rough, wearing dirty flannel, his weary eyes looking straight to mine. Without saying a word, he grabbed the leather cut right from Slam’s firm grip and he lowered his hand down. He wobbled toward me, the leather cut almost dragging on the floor.

“Well, well, well,” Uncle Jakey’s beat up voice said. “Look who’s back from the dead.”

“I never died, Uncle Jakey,” I said. “Just put away for a little while.”

“All the outlaw bullshit in the world and we’re haggling over legal bullshit,” he said. “That’s what’s going to end this?”

“The guards were rough,” I said with a grin. “And I’m told that perhaps there’s evidence with the bullets that could prove I didn’t actually commit a murder.”

“You know what you did,” Uncle Jakey said. “A real man would take that to his grave.”

“Which I plan to do,” I said. “I just don’t plan on being sent to my grave in prison.”

Uncle Jakey fell silent. I felt the tension swirling around the room, thickening like smoke. He looked over his shoulder at the rest of the guys.

“We all vote?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Knox said.

“Good,” Uncle Jakey said. “That’s good. A good vote. An honest vote. Ain’t that right, King?”

“Always,” I said. “No matter what happens now, Uncle Jakey, I need to talk to you. The entire club, actually. This isn’t by accident that I’m out.”

Uncle Jakey held the leather cut up and looked at it. “It was never meant to end up like this. So let’s start today. No. Right now. We start right now. We fix it all.” Uncle Jakey pushed the leather cut to my chest. “You are a member until you die or you’re voted out.”

The boys started to go wild, cheering and slapping each other, hitting walls, anything to make noise.

I took the leather cut and put it back on. Throwing my arms through those cut-off sleeves was a fucking great feeling. Better than when I got the cut the first time.

The entire group ran to me and jumped me like they had done before.

Hugs. Punches. Yelling. Screaming.

Just another day with the Reap.

Before I could really hammer my point home, Uncle Jakey slipped out of the room and was gone.

Knox had an arm around me, patting my chest. “Let’s go for a ride, brother. I’m sure you’re dying to take that bitch on the road.”

I gritted my teeth. “I still need to talk to you.”

“Of course. We’ll talk. Anything you want.”

“Bro, what can I get you?” Slam asked. “What can any of us do for you?”

I said the first thing that came to mind.

I wanted trouble.

I wanted to…

“Find Lindsey.”

10

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L
indsey)

*
NOW*

I
HATED
the idea of going to a bar to talk to Nelson. Okay, it wasn’t
just
a bar. There was a restaurant area too. And it didn’t help that Nelson was on his third drink when I showed up.

I sat next to him and ordered a soda.

“Not having a drink?” he asked.

“Not right now, no.”

“So that means it’s going to be rough news.”

“What news though?” I asked. “You want to talk, then we’ll talk. But you can’t act crazy on me. I don’t even want to be here like this right now.”

“I do,” Nelson said. “I can’t stand being alone in my apartment, letting my thoughts go fucking wild.”

“I’m sorry it got this way,” I said. “This is all my fault.”

“But what is it? Tell me. I thought we were happy. We were happy, right? At one point?”

“Sure,” I said. “You could say that, Nelson. You know how I grew up…”

Nelson waved a hand. “That’s bullshit. Complete bullshit. There are lots of people who had rough lives growing up. Whatever you don’t want to tell me, that’s on you. Just know that I cared about you.”

“Nelson…”

He turned away from me. He threw an entire fresh beer back and ordered another one. At this rate, he was going to be throwing up before ten. This was the side of Nelson nobody really understood. Not that it made anything I did right, but when Nelson felt any sort of threatened, he would drink himself silly drunk. And trust me, the last thing he was when really drunk was silly.

He’d get loud, angry, and he showed no care for anyone or anything.