Outlaw King

by Jaxson Kidman

  “That’s where I’m done with all conversation,” I said.

  Aunt Jane made me put my coffee mug in the sink, just like she always did when I was younger. She had the day off of work and planned on sleeping the day away with movies and some pot. No lie. That was her way of relaxing. I couldn’t fault her for it. She wasn’t hurting anyone. She paid her bills. She did her thing.

  And for me, my thing was all over the place.

  Thinking about Nelson, life, work, money, and thinking about King.

  There was no chance I’d ever see King again though.

  All the dreams. All the promises. They were fluttering further away from me, dreams that never came true.

  Getting mad at him wouldn’t help either. Hell, seeing him would probably destroy me.

  Little did I know that less than twelve hours from that moment in Aunt Jane’s kitchen I’d see King…

  8

  (king)

  *THEN*

  “This is where you want it, sweetie?” I growled, my lips grazing her soft and sweet neck. She smelled like a goddamn flower and it made my cock wildly hard.

  I didn’t plan on running into her in some bar at the end of town, but that’s what happened. She was on a date with some fucking guy who was hanging with a few of his boys. Me and the Reap had stopped in to wet our whistles before moving on to deal with something else.

  As soon as I laid my eyes on her, I was done for a little bit. I told Knox and Matteo to cover me because I had unfinished business. That’s just how it was with Linds.

  The second I slid up next to her, she looked at me, a little shocked, and she leaned in and put her head on my shoulder. I grabbed for her hand and there were a few seconds where life felt amazing again. The way she fit into my arms was like a fucking puzzle.

  “How are you?” I had whispered into her ear.

  “Get me out of here, King,” she whispered back.

  Not a fucking problem, sweetie.

  That’s how we ended up out back in the parking lot of the bar.

  Her legs wrapped tight around my body, my hands already up her shirt, cupping her tits over her bra. She was beyond fucking beautiful and would forever remain perfect in the pages of my book.

  “Tell me, sweetie,” I said.

  Linds grabbed my face, digging her pampered nails into my skin. Our eyes locked tight. Dark eyes on dark eyes. Eyes that had been through hell and back together. Eyes that had seen shit that could never be unseen.

  “Right now,” she whispered. “But hurry. I don’t have time.”

  Lucky for me, Linds was wearing a skirt. All I had to do was lift her up off the hood of her car and flip that skirt up. My fingertips ran along the smooth skin of her legs all the way to her panties. I hooked my fingers right around the sides and pulled. No time to fucking waste, right?

  I tore her pink panties right off her legs. Being the asshole outlaw I was I put them right to my nose and took a deep breath. That sweet scent that I could never forget. And, no, it wasn’t just pussy. It was Linds’s pussy. She had her own smell, one that would forever be on the tip of my tongue and one that I would always seek out to indulge in.

  Fuck, I wanted to eat her right there in the parking lot. But she wanted more than that from me right then. She wanted my cock. She wanted me inside her.

  I tucked her panties into the back pocket of my jeans, a little souvenir of our random encounter. I slipped my right hand between her legs again, feeling the silky wetness of her slit. Her soft labia, peeling open like wet flower petals in a rain storm. I plunged two fingers right into her, needing to feel that sheathing warmth.

  Her hips bucked at me, her hands grabbed for the hood of her car.

  “Fuck,” she groaned.

  “Still so tight,” I whispered and planted a kiss on her chin. I inched up to her lips. “Nobody’s touching this pussy, right? This is all mine, sweetie.”

  “Then take it,” she purred.

  We started to kiss and I dug my fingers deeper into her pussy.

  Linds reached between my legs and grabbed at my jeans. She used both her hands to open my jeans and then both hands were down my pants, seeking out my thick and ready cock. And goddam, what a feeling that was. Having her right shove my jeans and boxers down, her left hand gripping tight to my heavy shaft. She pulled me free and stroked from root to tip, sliding the palm of her hand over the head of my cock, spreading a little pre-cum down the bottom of my shaft.

  “Fuck, sweetie,” I said between kisses. “You better be fucking ready for me.”

  “Put something on and fuck me,” she said.

  The kiss broke and Linds looked down. I took a small step back and watched as her two hands played with my cock. I loved that sight. Her small hands racing up and down my shaft. Her left hand going to the hilt, getting a little lost in my pubic hair. Then she spread her hand across my manly fur while her right hand kept going. My veins were throbbing, my balls bouncing, filled with hot cum, ready to unleash on their target. Shit, sex was great, right? Fucking was just part of nature. But when you added in the feelings of the heart - the way I felt about Linds - and I could have probably shot my load right there.

  I dug a condom out of my pocket (I always came prepared for a good fuck) and tore the wrapper open. I tossed it to the ground. I put the condom on the tip of my dick and rolled it down my shaft.

  Linds looked at me again, this time excitement flooding her eyes.

  Man, did we love to fuck. From the first time I took her virginity (and she had taken mine) right up until that moment, there was a deep connection when it came to that physical stuff with us.

  I grabbed Linds at her hips and pulled her to the edge of the hood of the car. She wrapped her legs around me again. My cock touched her, feeling her burning heat even with a condom on. I sank forward, entering her, unable to control how fucking hard I needed to have her. Every inch of my cock buried itself inside her as my tongue explored her mouth. She was left grabbing at my leather cut, hanging tight to one of the Reaper’s Bastards as she got herself a good fuck.

  I pulled back and thrust forward again.

  My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and I held her right where I wanted her. There was no escaping me now, no stopping me either.

  Linds broke the kiss and put her head back.

  “Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” she groaned into the starry night sky above us.

  We were far enough away from the bar that nobody would hear us. She was parked so that nobody could see us. Unless, of course, they were one of the cars parked next to hers. Even still, who gave a shit? If someone wanted to watch me fuck my girl, then so be it.

  I fucked at Linds harder, faster. My hands moved up her body, under her shirt, holding her at her sides. Her hands slid up to my chest, looking right into my eyes. I couldn’t slow down. I loved the sound of my cock moving in and out of her. That beautiful wet sound.

  “Fuck,” she growled.

  “Come all over me,” I said. “I want it all, sweetie.”

  I leaned closer to Linds, putting her more on the hood of the car. Our bodies were tighter together as I fucked her. Pulling and thrusting, making sure every spot of her beautiful pussy was being taken care of and being explored.

  We started to kiss again and this time it was sloppy. The right kind of kiss you’d expect when you’re getting fucked on the hood of a car.

  Linds opened her mouth and let out a cry. “King… fuck…”

  “That’s right,” I growled, our lips touching. “King is fucking you, sweetie. Taking care of everything for you.”

  A few seconds I felt her body let go. Her ass jumping off the hood of the car, bouncing against my cock. I pulled back and looked down as our bodies continued to connect over and over. Watching the way she moved those tight hips of hers against my cock, back and forth, back and forth, using my body to pleasure herself.

  I sucked in a breath when I felt my balls reach their breaking point. Like a volcano ready to explode, there was no way to
prevent it from happening any longer.

  My hands moved up her body more, feeling the bottom of her bra. I forced my thumbs under her bra and felt the warm and fullness of her tits. I didn’t stop until my thumbs were able to flick back and forth against her nipples.

  Goddammit, we needed more time. It was the greatest peril of our relationship. The way time always wanted to work against us.

  I gritted my teeth as I looked at Linds again. Our foreheads touched, her lips quivering, fluttering with whispers that contained words I’d never get a chance to hear.

  I growled from deep within my chest, plowing at her even harder.

  My steel cock was about to unleash.

  The two second leading up to my orgasm all I could do was think about how much I cared about her. How much I loved her. How badly I wanted to keep all those promises I made to her when we were younger.

  I felt the first spurt of cum shoot into the condom. I sank into Linds again and held there, thrusting as she rocked her hips, letting her tight pussy squeeze against my pulsing cock, making damn sure all my cum was out of me and into the condom.

  I didn’t kiss her again until I was completely done. I was still inside her. Her skirt flipped up. My jeans opened and down just past my ass.

  I put my right hand to the back of her neck and I kissed like it was the last time I’d ever get the chance. The truth was, I never knew when our last kiss was really going to be.

  “I fucking miss this,” I said.

  “So do I, King,” she said.

  “Look at me, Linds. Right fucking now.”

  I stared at her again. Silence for a few seconds. My thumb stroked her cheek.

  “I’ll always protect you. Whatever happens to you. To me. In life. I’ll always protect you.”

  She nodded. She touched my face. She gently kissed me. “I know, King. It’s the one thing I can believe in.”

  “Don’t even fucking stop, sweetie. You never know when I’ll be back again.”

  I left the comfort of Linds’s body and tossed the condom away.

  I kept her panties but fixed her skirt for her.

  We parted ways with one more quick kiss and I stood there and watched her walk back to the bar.

  I lit up a smoke and blew rings up to the stars.

  For the first time in a long fucking time I was smiling.

  It felt good to smile.

  That’s what Linds did to me.

  I wanted to give her forever, but I knew what was at stake.

  I still had to find the fucking prick that killed my brother and get my revenge.

  Maybe then I’d finally get to have Linds for the rest of my life.

  9

  (king)

  *NOW*

  The car came to a stop. I had nothing on me to throw at the driver, but I was told he was already taken care of. I opened the back door and stepped out onto the sidewalk as a free man.

  A free fucking man.

  The car sped away and I was left with a bag of clothes and notebooks to carry toward the garage. It was almost night, the garage already shut down for the day. On the right side of the lot were cars, trucks, SUVs. On the left was the line of motorcycles.

  I spotted my black beauty of a ride and felt my heart race.

  I walked right to it, touching the handlebars, the leather seat, crouching down to look at the engine. She smelled amazing. She felt amazing. I couldn’t wait to climb on her and ride her into the horizon.

  I stood back up just as the door to the garage office opened.

  Noah stood there holding a couple folders in his hand. The second he spotted me, he froze. It was like he saw a ghost. And, shit, that’s what I was to the Reap right then. Nothing but a fucking ghost.

  He dropped the folders from his hands and started to run toward me.

  I wasn’t sure if word was going to get out about my release or not to the boys. Everything became a fucking whirlwind after I signed the papers with Anderson. He was going to keep tabs on me and I was going to give him whatever he wanted. At least that’s what he thought. My job was walk the very fine and dangerous line of keeping Anderson happy and not turning my back on the Reap.

  I needed to talk to Knox and get a sit down with Uncle Jakey.

  Before that…

  “Holy fuck!” Noah screamed as his big arms flew around me.

  I hugged him back. We smacked each other’s backs like we wanted to hurt each other.

  The door to the office blasted open again and out came the rest of the guys.

  Matteo, Elijah, Ari, Liam, Slam, and Knox.

  We were in a big huddle that stunk of grease, sweat, and smoke. We were fucking filthy outlaws. We had always been filthy. The good boys of the town got sweaty playing football and then would part their hair on the side to go to church and praise whatever they believed in for their ability to throw a football. Me and my boys were the wild ones that walked along the football game, picking out the player’s girlfriends to have a little fun with. The star QB may have had the cheerleader on top of the pyramid Saturday through Thursday, but on Friday night, the only thing she was on top of was me.

  And, fuck, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

  Slam grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a big, sloppy kiss to the cheek. I swore the old softy was fucking crying.

  When I finally faced Knox, it was so intense. He slapped my face and shook his head. “All because of guards fucking around and new evidence. That’s what did it.”

  “That’s what I’m told,” I said. “But I have to talk to you, brother. You and me. Okay?”

  “We have plans first,” Matteo said.

  He swatted at my back and it was like getting whacked with a bag of bricks.

  These were the biggest and strongest guys I’d ever known.

  “Plans?” I asked.

  “Reaper’s Bastards,” Knox said. “Come on. Let’s have a meeting.”

  Knox slid his arm around me and led the way to the office.

  We went through the office and hooked a left where Knox opened another door.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  It was a true chapel. A place for the MC to meet and discuss business. A table with chairs. A chair for all the members.

  My eyes quickly saw a chair with a leather cut on it. The only chair with a leather cut on it.

  “I can’t believe this,” Ari said. “Our lost brother is back.”

  “We need drinks,” Liam said. “We need to get on our rides and hit a titty bar right now. I’ll call Sabrina. We’ll go over there and shut the place down.”

  I smiled. I looked around the room. I looked at all my brothers. My boys. I thought about what Anderson wanted to achieve. I wasn’t sure what he could possibly get the MC for, if anything. More so, he wanted Uncle Jakey. The problem with that was that Uncle Jakey was old blood, going way back to the days of Knox’s old man running the MC. And Uncle Jakey had ties to outside organizations. So that meant things were still very touchy.

  “Before we get out of hand,” I said. “Let’s take a breath. I’m still in a world of shit here. I don’t know how this is going to play out.”

  “That’s why we go for the throat while you’re here,” Elijah said. He shoved at my back and let out a cackling laugh.

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Knox said. “Before any of that… everyone shut up and line up. Right now.”

  The guys all got in a long line. Side by side. All of them wearing the Reap cut. Looking rough and tough, ready for a fight and fuck. Funny how I hadn’t seen these faces in hundreds of days and yet within seconds of seeing them it was like we hadn’t missed a beat. Like I had gone to take a long shit or something.

  Knox walked around the table and pulled out the lone chair with a leather cut on it. He lifted the leather cut up, showing it to me.

  It was my leather cut.

  Fuck, right before everything went to hell and back, the MC had been falling apart. There were outside wars, wars inside, and the
authorities were taking us all down one by one for dumb shit. By the time I stripped myself of the leather cut there wasn’t much left of the Reap. That sort of made the death row stuff a little easier to digest.

  But not anymore.

  The Reap was back and in full swing.

  “This is yours,” Knox said. “From the second I put my cut back on, I put yours on this chair.”

  “Hell yeah,” Slam said. “Lost brother… not fallen.”

  I nodded to Slam. “Thank you.”

  “So now we make our final stand,” Knox said. “If you should get the leather cut back or not.”

  Or not?

  “I say yes,” Knox said.

  He walked the cut to Noah. He gripped it tight, nodding. “Of course.”

  He passed the cut to Matteo. Then it went to Elijah. Then Ari. Down to Liam. And finally, Slam.

  “Fucking hell yes,” Slam said without hesitation.

  He took a step forward and the door to the chapel opened.

  In came Uncle Jakey.

  Old, rough, wearing dirty flannel, his weary eyes looking straight to mine. Without saying a word, he grabbed the leather cut right from Slam’s firm grip and he lowered his hand down. He wobbled toward me, the leather cut almost dragging on the floor.

  “Well, well, well,” Uncle Jakey’s beat up voice said. “Look who’s back from the dead.”

  “I never died, Uncle Jakey,” I said. “Just put away for a little while.”

  “All the outlaw bullshit in the world and we’re haggling over legal bullshit,” he said. “That’s what’s going to end this?”

  “The guards were rough,” I said with a grin. “And I’m told that perhaps there’s evidence with the bullets that could prove I didn’t actually commit a murder.”

  “You know what you did,” Uncle Jakey said. “A real man would take that to his grave.”

  “Which I plan to do,” I said. “I just don’t plan on being sent to my grave in prison.”

  Uncle Jakey fell silent. I felt the tension swirling around the room, thickening like smoke. He looked over his shoulder at the rest of the guys.