OUTLAW KING(41)

As he f*cked 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, f*cking 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, f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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


(King) *NOW*

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

What the f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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, f*cking 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.