OUTLAW KING(27)

I was perplexed. This guy was three screws loose with another ten hanging by one last thread. Or maybe he was just acting this way to try and mess with my head. If so, it was sort of working.

“What are you getting at now?” I asked.

Anderson reached forward and touched my shoulder. “Maybe it’s time for you to really learn the truth of your fallen brother, Tito…”





20


(Lindsey) *NOW*

IN MY DREAM, King was still inside me. Thrusting his beautiful cock. Grinding his sexy hips. Making sure there wasn’t an inch of my body that didn’t feel him.

When my eyes popped open, I expected King to be there, with me, touching me, having me. But to my surprise the bed was empty. I rolled to my side and grabbed at the pillow he had been sleeping with. I buried my face in it and took a deep breath of his sleeping scent.

It made my body quiver.

I climbed out of bed and stood there, naked.

It had been a long time since I slept naked like that. Especially with another guy. I gathered up the long t-shirt and put that on and nothing else. When I opened the bedroom door the smell of coffee hit me. I followed the beautiful smell to the kitchen where I saw a pan and eggs.

“King?” I called out.

But there was no response.

I checked the bathroom, the living room, and there was no sign of King. I went to the kitchen window and peeled the blinds open.

There he was.

In the front yard of the apartment complex without a shirt, without socks. His muscles were so beautifully structured it was like he wasn’t even real. A man stood across from him. Wearing a leather jacket, messy black hair, scruff on his face, holding a cup of coffee.

King grabbed the man’s hand and twisted it away from his shoulder. If push came to shove, King could lay the guy out with a single punch. The man posed no physical threat to King yet King still stood there, listening.

What the hell was this? Did this have something to do with him getting out of prison?

I stood there for another minute or so and then I saw King turn. I jumped back away from the window. My heart jumped up into my throat. I turned and went for coffee. I poured myself a mug and tried to play it all off.

The door to the apartment finally opened and King came rushing inside. He slammed the door behind him and froze when he saw me.

“Morning,” I said.

A smile climbed across his face. “Morning, sweetie. When did you get up?”

“A few minutes ago,” I said.

King came to me, his hands touched my sides, setting my body right back on fire. His morning breath smashed into my coffee breath as we kissed. There was nothing better than a real good morning kiss from someone you loved.

“I was going to make us some breakfast,” he said.

“I saw that,” I said. “And I also saw…”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Out the window?”

“I didn’t know where you were.”

“Sweetie, please…”

“Who was that guy?”

King cupped my face. “Do you trust me?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer it. Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, I trust you.” I have no reason to trust you, King, but I do. How messed up is that?

“Then trust in that I will tell you everything as you need to know. Right now, I’ve got to get ready and head to meet with the boys. We have some shit to go over. You feel safe here by yourself?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m good.”

“If that prick who smacked you even thinks about coming around, I’m going to kill him.”

“I don’t want to talk about him. Now, or ever.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

King moved his left hand from my face to over the coffee mug. He forced me to put it down. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt. Without hesitation he lifted the shirt right up and over my head. Just like that I was naked again. Standing there in my own kitchen.

King’s large hands started at my waist. One hand eased up until he cupped my breast while the other eased down and inside my legs, curling up as he grazed the outside of my wetness. I jumped and gasped when he touched me.

“That’s more like it,” he growled as his lips gently touched mine.

“What about breakfast?” I asked playfully.

King grabbed me by the waist and thrust me up onto the counter.

“I’m going to have mine right now,” he said.

My jaw dropped as he dropped down, his hands gripped at the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs wide open for his nourishment. A second later I felt the flicker of his tongue against my skin. I groaned and grabbed for the edge of the counter, bracing myself.

That was a good move by me because a moment later King’s wild mouth engulfed me. He suckled the juice from my labia and his tongue spread me, pushing inside me then curling and sliding up until he found my clit. That’s where he stopped and that’s where his tongue did the most damage.

Beautiful, orgasmic damage.

The kind of damage King had done to my heart a long time ago.

I wrapped my legs around his wide, muscular back and ground my * against his mouth. I stared down and watched as the outlaw ate me for breakfast.

His hands moved around to my ass and he held me right where he wanted me.