OUTLAW KING(49)

Right back to where we started.

I watched the beautiful muscles of his body flexing and working hard to pleasure me.

Our eyes were locked tight.

My breasts were jumping all over with his thrusting speed.

He grunted and groaned each time he pushed forward at me.

And then… he f*cked hard and held there. He let out a deep and feral growl as he started to come inside me. I felt his pulsing and spilling everywhere, coating my core with his warm seed. My hips bucked and my * clenched at him. I tingled everywhere, head to toe, King pulling back and thrusting forward again.

He worked his cock super slow, in and out, milking himself using my body.

Once finished, he collapsed beside me and pulled me on top of him. His strong arms wrapped tight around me.

“I love you, sweetie,” he whispered.

“I love you, King,” I said.

“I’m going to make everything work,” he said. “I won’t promise…”

“But you’ll try,” I said, finishing his sentence.

King looked down at me. “There’s only one thing left I want in this life.”

“What’s that? More sex?”

“Trust me, sweetie, I’m giving you a five minute breather and then I’m going back in for seconds.” He kissed my forehead. “The only thing I want now is your hand in marriage. I want you to be my wife.”

“You’re just saying that because you just got off.”

“Tell that to the ring in my pocket,” he said.

That’s when shock soared through me. “What?”

“Not right now, but when I’m done with this shit. If I stay out of prison and get through this shit with the Reap, I’m making you my wife.” He slipped a hand between us and touched my belly. “You’ll be the mother of my child and my wife. Can you handle that?”

“As long as I’m with you, King, I can handle anything.”

It was the way I always thought it was going to be. Some girls probably dreamed of a perfect engagement. Flowers. A fancy dinner. A band, maybe. But not me. Not with King. That’s not how our story was meant to be.

My heart still racing from the sex… my mind racing from what he said… I climbed all the way on top of him and ground my body to his. Our five minute breather turned into a three minute one.

I loved Kingston with everything I had.

And, yes, I wanted to be the mother of his child and his wife.





38


(King) *NOW*

WE WERE all set up and ready to go. Uncle Jakey called the orders and it was for me, Knox, Slam, and himself to take the ride. I tried to argue back that Knox and Slam didn’t need to be tied into this, but Uncle Jakey refused. He told me he wanted the truth to be seen by everyone there.

Then something monumental happened.

Uncle Jakey put on a Reaper’s Bastards leather cut. Right over his dirty flannel.

When he did that in front of the entire table I swore I heard everyone collectively gasp for air.

“We represent what we are,” he said. “We live by the decisions we make and the sound of the gavel. No matter who stands right here. You all never forget that. Keep this clubhouse safe. I’m looking at all of you who are staying here.”

His words were ominous and nobody spoke. But we all made sure to hug Uncle Jakey.

When it came to be my turn, we hugged for an extra few seconds.

“I never meant for it to happen,” he said to me.

“I’m done with the past,” I said. “I only give a shit about the future.”

“That’s what I wanted you to say,” Uncle Jakey said. He reached into his pocket and took out a card. “This is an attorney you need to call. As soon as this is done. I’ve confirmed everything, King. You’re off the hook on murder. But you need to battle with the gun charges and actually shooting the f*cking prick. This guy will help. You’ve done enough time and he’ll prove that.”

“If this goes south…”

Uncle Jakey slapped my face. “It won’t. Follow my lead, King.”

We had no f*cking clue if Anderson was bringing backup or an entire agency with him. We were rolling on the sheer thought of luck that Anderson was crazy enough to want Uncle Jakey all to himself.

I exited chapel and the garage and looked back, just in case it was my last time. In the back of my mind it f*cking burned bad. Images of Linds nine months pregnant with a huge belly. Waddling her way through the clubhouse to find me. All my brothers touching her belly, showing her that the kid was going to have a biggest and toughest family in the world. Shit, I pictured her in a hospital bed with the baby resting against her chest. Her eyes shut, getting some well-earned sleep after bringing life into the world. Me standing at the side of the bed, shaking my head, trying to imagine how the f*ck I got so lucky in life.

I climbed on my motorcycle and chased all those thoughts away. That was my future. That was my destiny. But currently… my present gave me one thing.

I had to be a f*cking wild outlaw.



WE ROLLED up on the building and there were four black vans on the side of the building. I feared the worst but Uncle Jakey gave a wave and nodded. We pulled up right next to the vans. As far as I could see they were empty.

“What is this?” I asked.