by Levine, Nina
I pulled my shirt over my head. It hit the floor as I stripped the rest of my clothes away. Stepping into the shower, I reached up and angled the showerhead slightly to the left so the water wouldn’t get in the way of what I had planned. I then spun her to face me, gripped her hips, and crouched so I could finally taste her.
Taking my time, I licked every inch of her sweet cunt before pushing two fingers inside her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her fingers grasping my hair.
I inhaled her scent.
Fucking deeply.
As I finger fucked and tongued her, the room filled with her moans, heightening my need.
“King,” she begged, tugging harder on my hair, “just make me come already. I need to come.”
I looked up at her. “Do you want me to make you come with my fingers or my dick?”
“I don’t care. Either,” she panted.
“Tell me what you want, Lily.”
“I can’t decide. You choose.” I knew by the way her words came together loosely, scattered, that she was lost in the pleasure. And still, I wanted to hear her say what she wanted. Fuck, I needed that; Lily asking for what she wanted always turned me the fuck on.
Standing, I ran my hands up her body. Grinding my dick against her, I took hold of her throat and rasped, “Do you want me to make you come with my fingers deep inside you or do you want me to slam my dick inside you?”
She grasped my forearm before bringing her mouth to my neck. Her teeth scraped lightly over my skin and then she sunk her teeth in, biting me, and taking the decision out of her hands.
I couldn’t hold myself back a second longer.
She bit down harder when my dick was as far inside her as it could be.
“Fuck,” I roared, losing my own mind to the pleasure.
Pure instinct took over and I pumped myself inside her while holding one of her legs around me and keeping my other hand tightly around her throat.
It was a quick fuck.
Quick and rough.
She screamed out my name as her orgasm shattered through her, and I came hard a moment later.
As many times as I had her, it would never be enough, and I sure as fuck would never grow tired of hearing her scream my name. From that very first time I’d had her, Lily had created an insatiable need in me. One I wasn’t sure would ever come close to being satisfied.
Her eyes met mine when I pulled out of her. Hand to my neck, and lips to mine briefly, she murmured, “You should come home and fuck me like that more often. You might be bossy, but it’s kinda hot.”
I arched a brow. “Kinda?”
“Well, for the record, I’m not sure it’s the bossiness that’s hot, because let’s be real, you can take it into asshole territory real fast, but I’m all about the sex it leads to. Also, what was with the texting? You hate texting.”
“I wasn’t intending to have a whole fucking conversation via text.” I’d intended on one directive: get fucking naked. Lily had been the one to drag that shit out into a conversation.
“I—”
Lily was cut off when her mother’s voice floated down the hallway, growing louder as she drew closer to our bedroom. “Lily, I’ve got the carpet cleaning liquid you asked me to pick up for you, darling. Are you in here?”
“Fuck,” Lily muttered, pushing me away so she could exit the shower. “I forgot she was coming over.”
I flicked the shower off and followed her. “Tell me she’s not staying long.”
Lily quickly wrapped a towel around herself, calling out to her mother, “I’m just in the shower, Mum. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“It’s the middle of the day, Lily,” Hannah said, right before she appeared in the en-suite doorway. “Why are you showering—” Her eyes met mine briefly, widening as they took in my naked body. “Oh, King…. Oh my.”
“Yes, Mum, oh. I’ve told you that you need to stop barging in like this,” Lily said, frustration filling her voice. Hannah had always had a key to her daughter’s house and was used to just wandering in whenever it suited her. Lily had tried to curb this since I’d moved in, but her mother struggled to change her ways.
Hannah waved Lily away. “Darling it’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before. Although”—she eyed my dick again—“maybe not one as big as King’s—”
“Mum! Stop! You need to leave. We’ll be out soon.”
Lily looked ready to explode, so I stepped into the conversation. I usually tried not to get between the two of them, but this situation called for it. “From now on, this bedroom needs to be out of bounds, Hannah. Unless Lily invites you in.”
“I really didn’t think you were home,” Hannah said. “Lily told me you were out when we talked earlier.”
Lily reached for my towel and shoved it at me as she said to her mother, “That was three hours ago.” She then moved to Hannah, placed her hands on her shoulders and spun her around. Pushing her towards the bedroom door, she said, “Go and wait in the kitchen for me. We need to have a big talk about how inappropriate this is and the fact you will never do it again.”
“Lily, darling, you’re overreacting,” Hannah started, but Lily wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m not and you need to stop arguing with me,” she said. “This isn’t just my bedroom anymore. I mean, it hasn’t been for awhile, but you just keep acting like—”
Hannah cut her off with a wave of her hand again. “I don’t keep acting like anything—”
With the towel secured around my waist, I cut in on their argument. Fuck knew, these two could argue for hours if left to their own devices. “Hannah,” I barked. “You need to leave now and wait for us in the kitchen. And this needs to never happen again. I’m not having this conversation again, so tell me I’ve made myself clear.”
Her eyes widened again, this time because of my tone rather than my dick. A good fucking thing, because I was sure my wife would completely lose her shit if her mother continued on about that. “There’s no need for that tone, King. I was just—”
I cut her off again. “Are we clear?”
Her lips flattened. “Yes.” She looked at Lily. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
With that, she left us alone and Lily stalked to the bedroom door to close it after her. Coming back to me, she said, “I’m sorry about that. So help me, God, if she ever does that—”
“If she ever does that again, the world won’t fucking end.”
It was her turn to hit me with wide eyes. “I am not overreacting, King. She needs to understand that she can’t just come in here whenever she wants now.”
“Yeah, and you need to understand that it’s gonna take your mother some time to adjust to me living here. She’s had you to herself for a while; give her some time.”
Eyes still wide, she stared at me. “It’s not like you just moved in. She’s had enough time to adjust.”
“You and I both know your mother takes her sweet fucking time to do anything, but she’ll get there. I’ll make sure of it.” And I would. Not for me; for Lily.
She sighed, the fight leaving her. Hands to my chest, she said, “If my mother makes it through the rest of her life without me killing her, it’ll be because of you.”
I brushed my lips over hers. “Put some clothes on and go see her, and for the love of fuck, don’t kill her. I need you here, not in a fucking prison cell.”
Her hands moved up to slide around my neck. “I love you.”
As her mouth came to mine, her sister called out from the other side of the door, “Lil, you need to get your ass out here. I have some good news to share with you.”
Lily threw her hands up in the air. “Jesus. How hard is it to get time alone with my husband?”
“Fuck knows,” I muttered, wondering the same fucking thing. Since our wedding two months ago, we’d barely found time alone. I was about to place a fucking ban on Lily’s family entering our home.
“I’m going to take care of this,” she said. “And th
en you’re going to slam that dick of yours inside me again for the rest of the afternoon before taking me out for steak and dessert.”
“Yeah, and that dessert’s gonna be lemon meringue.”
Her brows arched. “So your bossiness is now extending to you telling me exactly what dessert I can eat?”
“Someone has to make the fucking decision for you, otherwise we’ll be there all fucking night trying to decide.”
“I might want cheesecake. You know I love their cheesecake.”
“No,” I said with some force. “Not fucking happening.”
She peeled her towel off and dropped it on the bed before heading to the closet, making sure to sway her hips in the way she knew would catch my attention. After selecting a dress to wear, she looked at me. “I’m rethinking the one dessert agreement for tonight. I think I’m going to have two. And I think that if you want your dick sucked, you’re going to agree.”
As she slid the dress over her head, I moved to her, my hand going straight to her throat as I backed her up against the wall. “Fuck I love you, but fuck if you don’t test me, woman.” I tightened my grip on her throat, growing hard for her. “If your mother and sister weren’t out there waiting for you, I’d have you on your fucking knees with my dick already in your mouth.” I shifted my hand so I could rub my thumb over her lips. “We both know you’re gonna have two desserts tonight, but that’s where I’m drawing the line. After you’ve eaten, I want you straight back here so I can get back to work on making you pregnant.”
Those beautiful lips of hers spread out slowly in the kind of smile I lived for. “What if I told you that you didn’t have to get to work on that anymore?”
I stared at her. “What?”
“I took a test today,” she said softly. “You’re going to be a daddy.”
She uttered the six words I never imagined wanting to hear so fucking much.
Six words I would have done anything to hear.
Six words that brought me to my fucking knees.
I thought of Lily’s kids as mine now, but bringing my own child into the world was something else.
“Fuck,” I said. “Why the fuck did you take so long to tell me?”
She smiled. “I wanted to tell you tonight. Why do you think I made such a big deal out of you taking me to dinner? I wanted it to be special.”
“We don’t need a fancy fucking dinner for this to be special.”
“I made a doctor’s appointment for Monday to confirm it. Do you want to come with me?”
“There’s no way in hell I’m missing that appointment. Or any other appointment during your pregnancy.”
Looping her hands around my neck, she said, “I know you’re already doing daddy stuff, but I can’t wait to see you with our child.”
Lily had blown my fucking mind with this news and I needed her in a way I hadn’t experienced before, which was the strangest fucking thing, because I thought I’d experienced every kind of need with her already. But what I was feeling was on a whole new level.
“Go and sort your mother and sister out, and do it fast.”
Her eyes searched mine, reading me perfectly. “Okay.”
As she took her first step away from me, I reached for her hand. “And Lily?”
She met my gaze again, questioningly.
“I love you.”
The smile she gave me lit my whole fucking world. “I know. You can be a bossy asshole sometimes, but I know you love me.”
“Don’t ever fucking doubt it.”
“I won’t. And just one other thing.”
“What?”
Her eyes sparkled. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be having two desserts every time we go out for dinner over the next nine months.”
I shook my head. “Of course you fucking will.”
My wife would be the death of me and I would gladly fucking allow it because I’d never loved any woman the way I loved Lily.
* * *
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He features heavily in the Storm MC Reloaded series - especially in War of Hearts, which is the story of his step-daughter falling in love with one of his club members. You can imagine King forbidding this love affair, right?!
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I tried not to look at her.
I tried not to want her.
I tried not to love her.
But she won this war of hearts and now I'm a man on my knees.
This love may kill me.
My president will see to that.
No one touches his daughter.
He's removed me from her life.
He's sent me to hell where every day is a bloodbath.
If he thinks he's won, he's wrong.
Every battle is won before it's fought and she won this battle a long time ago.
I surrendered in our war of hearts and now I'll fight to the death for my queen.
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15
Kick & Evie Valentine’s Day
Evie
Kick was pissed off and coming towards me with an expression on his face that let me know it. The fact I’d dragged him from a job King had told him had to be done today really didn’t help, but in my defence, the job I’d asked him to come and do for my friend was important, too.
He made it to where I stood and looked around at our surroundings before meeting my gaze again. “You wanna tell me what the fuck I’m doing in a church? And why I had to come do this right fuckin’ now?”
Yep, he was pissed.
I placed my hand on his chest in an effort to quiet his irritation. “Avelyn needs your help.”
He glanced down at his chest. “It’s not gonna work, Evie.”
I played dumb. “What’s not gonna work?”
Removing my hand from his body, he said, “Trying to calm me down by touching me. I was in the middle of shit that has to be done today, which means your Valentine’s plans for tonight are now fucked up. There’s no fuckin’ way King’s gonna let today pass by without that shit handled.”
“What time do you think you’ll be home now?” Surely whatever it was wouldn’t take all night.
“I doubt it’ll be before eight. You’ll be almost passed out by then.”
He was right. I barely made it to nine p.m. these days. I wasn’t sure how any mother stayed up late. Our one year old stole all my energy, not leaving much for my husband.
“I’m sorry, Kick,” I said softly, disappointed that I’d ruined our plans for tonight, “but I knew you could help Avelyn with this situation. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
His eyes remained glued to mine, a storm of emotions passing through them before finally he raked his fingers through his hair and exhaled a frustrated breath. “Fuck, Evie, you don’t have to make it up to me, but we do need to reschedule our Valentine’s plans.”
I frowned. “I thought Kick Hanson didn’t do Valentine’s Day. Why do you want to reschedule?”
He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “I couldn’t give a fuck about Valentine’s Day. What I do give a fuck about, though, is spending time with my wife, and lately I haven’t been getting that time. So yeah, our plans for tonight need to be moved to tomorrow night if we can swing a babysitter.”
My heart swelled with love for the man standing in front of me. The last year had been hard on our marriage. I imagined the first year of your first child would be hard on a lot of marriages. Add to that the stress Kick’s club had been under for a lot of that year and the fact I’d struggled with adapting to being a stay-at-home mum, and we’d taken a hit. But through it all, Kick had never once let me down. He’d stood by my side the entire time and fought for us.
Gripping the back of his neck, I angled his head so I could kiss him and then said, “I love you.”
His ga
ze found mine again and he groaned as he looked down at me. “Fuck, baby, you kiss me when I haven’t had you for three days, and you think I can control myself? In a fuckin’ church of all places.”
I bit my lip, trying not to grin. I’d never grow tired of the way Kick wanted me. Catching sight of Avelyn walking towards us, I said, “You’re going to have to. We have company.” I pressed my hands against his chest so I could push him away from me. “And, you’ve got work to do.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re asleep tonight when I get home—expect to be woken up.”
Growly Kick was my favourite, and I squeezed my legs together at his promise. The thing he didn’t realise was that he could wake me any night and I wouldn’t complain. I just never told him that because I also desperately wanted my sleep.
“Hey you two,” Avelyn greeted us with a smile before shifting her attention to Kick. “Thank you for coming. I truly appreciate it.”
Avelyn’s husband was the church pastor and was away at the moment. That was why I’d called Kick. A bad storm last night had caused some roof damage I was fairly sure he could fix.
Kick nodded at her. “No worries.”
I knew Avelyn through my mother who had started attending the church six months ago, but Kick had never had much to do with her. I wasn’t a churchgoer, but I’d gotten to know her after Mum had dragged me along to a morning tea. Avelyn and I had hit it off straight away, and she and I began a friendship I now treasured.
She pointed up at the left-hand side of the building. “Most of the damage is on that part of the roof—” Her phone rang, interrupting her, and after glancing at it, she said, “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
“Absolutely,” I said, ignoring the frustration flashing in Kick’s eyes.
“Thanks. I’ll be as fast as I can, but it might not be a quick call.” She hurried out of the church, leaving us alone again.
