OUTLAW KING(44)

“What are you doing?” I asked.

King looked at me with wild eyes. “You’re going to pay me for looking at your car, sweetie. And I don’t take cash, check, or credit.”

He was between my legs a second later, opening my jeans.

I leaned back on the hood of my car, letting him touch me. “What do you accept as payment?”

King’s eyes met with mine. “*.”

My entire body shivered. Nobody talked like that to me. Even tough college guys who were drunk couldn’t do what King did to me. He was so ruthless and so bold. And it all turned me on.

King took my jeans right down to my ankles. He slipped his fingers between my legs, rubbing against the growing wet spot on my panties. I wore a light green color panty and the dark wet spot was obvious. He moved his hands up and grabbed the top of my panties, wasting no time in peeling them down my legs.

“Holy f*ck,” I whispered.

“That’s right, sweetie. Start praying. Pray that nobody catches us f*cking. Because I won’t stop. Pray that your body can still handle a real man with a real cock. Pray for whatever the f*ck you want.”

King grabbed at his jeans, unzipping them.

“No, wait,” I said. “I want to get it…”

He put his hands to my legs as I reached into the open zipper of his jeans. If there was any way that King could become even f*cking hotter, I had discovered it. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. It was just jeans… and then cock.

I pulled him free, feeling the smooth hardness of his shaft. He knew how big he was and he was well aware of how good he was at using it. Part of me hated that about King because he was cocky about it. Then again, if it was big, felt good, and he knew what to do with it, why did it matter?

I lined him up to my slit and looked him dead in the eyes.

It was just one of those moments between us. In my heart I lingered for the idea that we would end up together and all of this would become a sense of normalcy for us. But I knew the murder of Tito was still on his mind and there was no way he’d ever let that go.

King thrust forward, entering me.

He was the only man I let inside me without protection. Because I trusted him. He was the only man that could f*ck me, pleasure me, and love me all at the same time.

I took each wicked thrust of his body, my groaning voice echoing through the garage.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and I pulled him close.

We were hugging and f*cking.

“I love you, King,” I said as his beautiful cock slid back inside me with intense force.

“I f*cking love you, sweetie,” he growled back at me.

It was only a couple months later I found out he was in prison… and to be sentenced to death.





32


(King)

*NOW*

I LEFT THE LOT FIRST.

I had no choice but to leave first and leave alone because I had to meet up with Anderson. His patience was at its end and so was mine. I felt like a f*cking outcast in my own club. My blood ran cold and my body felt numb. I hadn’t touched Linds in days. Not since the truth about Tito came forward. And what could I do about it? Nothing. It was the f*cking truth and Uncle Jakey owned up to it.

Uncle Jakey also owned up to everything he said he would do. Turned out that Anderson was connected through dirty money, a dirty crew, and through an official agency. However, he was on a restricted assignment status because of personal situations. To me, it was pretty clear. Whoever had him by the balls was using his status to get what they wanted. Anderson had tried to bring down Uncle Jakey a few times in the past and each time, Uncle Jakey slipped through a crack.

This time would be no different.

At least that’s what Uncle Jakey assured me.

I was shoved in the dark with the rest of whatever plan was in place, which I f*cking hated. Everywhere I turned it was like a wall had been put up. Goddamn freedom suddenly felt like prison.

I tore through town and found myself cruising along a bunch of back roads. They were sometimes the best roads to be on. The kind where you had no idea where you were going. All paths led to somewhere, right?

I thought about splitting. Giving my cut back and just taking off. Starting over.

But where? Why? What the f*ck would I do?

Patch in with another club?

The truth was that I couldn’t leave Linds. I made a promise to her a long time ago and I wasn’t going to break that promise. So that kept me moving in the direction of Anderson.

He was parked on the side of the road. Sitting on the trunk of his car. Two coffees. A cigarette. The same shit eating grin as he always had.

I pulled my ride to the side of the road and climbed off. I crossed the empty street.

“Coffee?” Anderson asked and nodded to one of the cups.

“No.”

“More for me then,” he said. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and threw it to the ground.

“That’s littering.”

“Call the cops,” Anderson said.

“Aren’t you the cops?”

“Don’t worry about who I am. Do you have what I want, Kingston?”

“How do I know this is all real?” I asked. “That you really have a push for my full release?”

“You don't trust me? I told you those dueling voices were going to kick in. What do you think about your brother’s death?”