Outlaw King

by Jaxson Kidman

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m good.”

  “If that prick who smacked you even thinks about coming around, I’m going to kill him.”

  “I don’t want to talk about him. Now, or ever.”

  “Good. Neither do I.”

  King moved his left hand from my face to over the coffee mug. He forced me to put it down. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt. Without hesitation he lifted the shirt right up and over my head. Just like that I was naked again. Standing there in my own kitchen.

  King’s large hands started at my waist. One hand eased up until he cupped my breast while the other eased down and inside my legs, curling up as he grazed the outside of my wetness. I jumped and gasped when he touched me.

  “That’s more like it,” he growled as his lips gently touched mine.

  “What about breakfast?” I asked playfully.

  King grabbed me by the waist and thrust me up onto the counter.

  “I’m going to have mine right now,” he said.

  My jaw dropped as he dropped down, his hands gripped at the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs wide open for his nourishment. A second later I felt the flicker of his tongue against my skin. I groaned and grabbed for the edge of the counter, bracing myself.

  That was a good move by me because a moment later King’s wild mouth engulfed me. He suckled the juice from my labia and his tongue spread me, pushing inside me then curling and sliding up until he found my clit. That’s where he stopped and that’s where his tongue did the most damage.

  Beautiful, orgasmic damage.

  The kind of damage King had done to my heart a long time ago.

  I wrapped my legs around his wide, muscular back and ground my pussy against his mouth. I stared down and watched as the outlaw ate me for breakfast.

  His hands moved around to my ass and he held me right where he wanted me.

  His powerful tongue wrote messages that I could never read but my body felt from the depths of my core outward.

  His eyes looked up at mine. I looked down at him.

  I never loved a man like I loved King… even if he was hiding secrets from me.

  21

  (king)

  *THEN*

  I think Slam and Knox were as nervous as me. I didn’t show it though. I stood next to the bar with a beer in my hand. I waited for the chapel door to open and then I’d get word from Uncle Jakey on what the vote was.

  In or out.

  Member or prospect.

  To me, I had done more than enough for the Reap to deserve a leather cut, but that was me.

  The door busted open a short bit later and Uncle Jakey came walking out. He closed the door behind him. Uncle Jakey looked like a damn monster with the way his hair and facial hair had gone wild. He was the epitome of the biker life.

  He snapped his fingers and pointed to Knox and Slam.

  “Strip him,” Uncle Jakey said.

  My two best friends had to listen as told. They grabbed me and tore at my leather cut. I dropped my beer, the bottle shattering on the ground. The all black leather cut was torn off my body and thrown across the bar.

  “Vote is in,” Uncle Jakey said.

  “And?” I asked.

  There was a slight pause and the chapel door opened again.

  Out came Hammer, the current President of the Reap. He was Knox’s old man but that didn’t mean shit to any of us. He would do whatever it took to make sure the club survived. I swore that if it came down to it, he would kill his own son for the sake of the club.

  Hammer looked right at me. I didn’t even see the leather cut in his hand until he slammed it against my chest.

  “Don’t fuck this up,” he said in a rough voice.

  I took the leather cut and Hammer turned and walked away.

  A second later Uncle Jakey slapped my face. “Don’t take this lightly, King. This is a symbol of loyalty and honor. I vouched for this vote, pushed hard for it. I know what you’ve done for the Reap. I know the future of the Reap lies in you, Slam, and Knoxville. Don’t fuck this up, just like Hammer said. And don’t ever lie to me. Don’t ever hide shit from me or this club. You got that?”

  “Of course,” I said. “I know what the Reap is about. You don’t have to worry about that, Uncle Jakey. I just want to wear the cut and do what’s right.”

  “Then put that fucking thing on,” Uncle Jakey said.

  He walked away and I put my official leather cut on for the first time. Knox and Slam patted my back and ordered me another beer. Being patched in like that, having a chance to get to the table and throw my vote around was a big deal. So big that any woman in or around the clubhouse would be under my command. Shit, that ran through my mind, but only for a split second.

  There was only one woman in my life. One woman I wanted to show my leather cut to. And that was Linds. I could protect her now for the rest of her life.

  So I had my orders in line…

  Never lie to the Reap and always protect Linds.

  22

  (king)

  *NOW*

  I lit up a smoke and sat with Knox and Uncle Jakey. I hated that the rest of the table was empty, but the last thing we needed was a full table of heated outlaws thinking they were going to be taken down for good. I heard the story of how Knox one night decided to put the Reap back together. How he took out the leather cuts and passed them around, all without proper approval. Such a bad ass move, but a move that fit Knox’s personality.

  “This isn’t a joke that I’m out walking,” I said.

  “It’s a goddamn legal miracle,” Knox said.

  “No. That’s where you’re wrong. It’s orchestrated.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Uncle Jakey asked. “You wanted this meeting and you got it. So spit it out.”

  “Someone is watching the Reap,” I said.

  “What?” Knox asked.

  “Some guy pulled me out of prison,” I said. “He has all our files. Knows all our dirt. And he wants to come after the Reap. Hard. More than that, he wants you, Uncle Jakey.”

  Uncle Jakey stiffened in his seat. “You negotiated a deal to get out?”

  “What fucking choice did I have?” I asked. “I had to get out. I had to see you all. I had to warn you…”

  “You wanted to see that piece of ass of yours,” Uncle Jakey growled.

  “This isn’t about that shit,” I said.

  “Don’t lie,” Knox said.

  “Fuck off,” I said. “You hear what I’m telling you both? I was minding my own goddamn business on the inside. This guy had been watching and collecting information to do this. To make this offer. He wants me out and he wants me to give him all I can about the Reap. I’m warning you guys right now.”

  “So now what?” Knox asked. “You tell us this and you go back inside?”

  “If he finds out I told you, he’ll put me right back inside. I’ll be first on the list to get injected, I’m sure. Fuck, I might not even make it back inside before I’m dead.”

  Knox looked at Uncle Jakey.

  “Who is it?” Uncle Jakey asked.

  “Some guy named Anderson,” I said.

  “Fuck.”

  “You know him?” Knox asked.

  “Let’s just say he’s not quite a badge guy… but right there. He’s got power. He’s looking to break my balls a little bit.”

  “There’s some more,” I said.

  “What?” Knox asked.

  “He keeps telling me there’s information about the murder of my brother, Tito. He keeps stringing me along that something is waiting there. I want to know the truth about my brother and his murder. Shit, I went out and sought revenge…”

  “Which could be proved wrong,” Knox said. “You shot and took off. Your bullet might not…”

  “Enough of this talk,” Uncle Jakey said. He stood up. “Enough.” He slammed his hands to the table. “So what do you want from me, King?”

  “How about some fucking answers?”


  Uncle Jakey looked at me. “Like what?”

  “I’ll go back inside. I’ll take the death penalty. If that’s what I need to do for the Reap. But there’s truth out there waiting. And this Anderson guy is not going to back down easily.”

  “So let’s string him along,” Knox said. “Feed him some bullshit about the Reap. Let him think King is on his side.”

  “You okay with that?” Uncle Jakey asked me.

  “Whatever the club needs,” I said. “I just want to be out and free. If my case can be presented without this guy in the picture…”

  “How do you get rid of him?” Knox asked.

  “You know him, Uncle Jakey?” I asked. “Maybe you can think of something. I just wanted to bring this to the table. Right away. It’s all happening so fast right now.”

  Uncle Jakey stood up. “You’re looking to make up on lost time with that woman. I know you, King. From the day I met you, you’ve been tied up with her. So tell me this out of prison thing has nothing to do with her.”

  “Of course it has something to do with her,” I said. “But this is about the Reap. This guy was going to come after you no matter what. He made that very clear to me. He had the pictures of Tito’s murder scene. He had forms, data, information. He had everything. What did you want me to do? Hole up in prison and let everything fall apart?”

  “Okay,” Knox said. “This is getting out of control here. We have someone eyeing the Reap. There’s not much to come after us for right now, but if he’s building a case, it can make us look like shit pretty fast. So we have to be careful.”

  “Go north,” Uncle Jakey said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You, Slam, Knox, a couple others,” Uncle Jakey said. “Go north. I have a family cabin about three hours away. Go north for a week or so.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because I fucking said so,” Uncle Jakey said with gritted teeth.

  “You have to give me more,” I said. “Everything I’ve done here for you. For this club. I want to know what happened to Tito. What happened the night I went after his killer. Or supposed killer.”

  Uncle Jakey eyed me again and stepped toward me.

  Knox quickly rushed around the table, keeping distance between us. I had never really had too many problems with Uncle Jakey but I wasn't in a position to get bullied around. Fuck that. I was already living on borrowed time, so what did it all matter?

  “King, listen to Uncle Jakey,” Knox said. “We’ll take a ride. What for?”

  “Diversion,” Uncle Jakey said. “Buys me time to start my investigation. You break apart from us and Anderson. You can tell him whatever the hell you want. Tell him you’re working on something big for the Reap. Keep his dick hard.”

  “Thanks for that visual,” Knox said.

  “What about Linds?” I asked. “What do I tell her?”

  “She’s not my problem. Say whatever you want.”

  Knox nodded to me. A silent way of saying don’t fucking push it.

  “Fair enough,” I said.

  “Good,” Uncle Jakey said. “Then we all agree.”

  “What about the rest of the club?” Knox asked. “When do we talk to them?”

  “You talk to who you take,” Uncle Jakey said. “I’ll tell the rest.”

  “Okay,” Knox said. “We have a plan. Everyone agrees. Everyone is good here. Let’s play this thing smart. Maybe we can get rid of this Anderson guy and keep King out of prison.”

  “I don’t know, brother,” I said. “I’m on death row path right now.”

  “We all are,” Knox said.

  “If I had a gavel in my hand, this is where I’d swing it,” Uncle Jakey. “Go make your fucking plans.”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Kingston,” Uncle Jakey’s rough voice said. He nodded. “You kept shit honest. Even if I don’t agree with this and what’s happening, you kept honest with yourself and the Reap.”

  “I always said I would.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  The comment seemed like it had more meaning but Knox threw an arm around me and walked me out of chapel. Tensions were high. Whatever this Anderson guy was, he definitely had Uncle Jakey worried.

  That shit though I needed to let slip away.

  I had to go tell Linds I was leaving her for a week…

  My hands held her curved waist tight. I pulled her down as I thrust up, pounding my cock deep into her sweet pussy. My lips traveled from her chest up to her neck. I inhaled the smell of her hair and body, a succulent mix of shampoo, soap, and great sex.

  Linds put her hands to my hands and braced herself, working those pretty legs so good and so hard, riding my cock like I was her favorite toy.

  I goddamn better be her favorite fucking toy.

  As my tongue flickered against her lips, she kissed me back, groaning into my mouth. I slid my hands to the small of her back and let her take control. Grinding her pussy against me. Lifting and lowering.

  The room filled with steam. My heart was filled with love for my girl. The moments we shared were always intense. Never a dull fucking moment.

  I brought my hands up to her chest and cupped her perfect tits. I pushed at her, putting her at arm’s length beyond me. She put her hands to the bed and kept fucking me. Watching the way her hips and belly moved, riding back and forth against my thick and ready cock was a thing of beauty. My shaft glistening with her wet honey. I felt my balls pulsing, wanting to unleash to the depths of her body.

  When I reached the point of not being able to hold back, I had to take action. I pushed forward against her and moved right on top of Linds. She locked her legs behind me as I hovered over her, thrusting my dick in and out of her.

  “Get ready for me, sweetie,” I warned.

  I offered her a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

  I then sank into her, feeling the cum rise up through my shaft.

  When I released, I did so with a grunt. That first spurt of jizz was always the best. The rushing sense of relief, followed by my dick throbbing and layering the inside of her pussy with me.

  I stayed right there with her, pushing harder at her, making sure there wasn’t a drop to waste.

  Even after we were done, I rolled to my side and kept her with me. I was still inside her as I stroked a few pieces of hair out of her face.

  “I don’t want you to go,” she whispered.

  “I want you to spend the time with your aunt,” I said. “I don’t want you here alone.”

  “Why?”

  “I just don't like it,” I said. “The Reap has so much going on I can’t even have the right protection here for you. So I want you there. Just in case. Keep each other company.”

  “You’re starting to make me worry,” Linds said. She touched my cheek. “I wish…”

  I turned my head and kissed her fingers. “Sweetie, I know what you wish. Right now, I have to get through this. Let me get back and we’ll talk. All I can do right now is survive. This is how I’m going to survive, sweetie.”

  “I hate when you say things like that to me,” Linds said. “Because I trust you so much.”

  “I’m always going to protect you. That’s why I need you to do what I say. Go to your aunt’s house and just stay there. If she asks why, tell her what happened with that prick. Then bring up me. She always liked me. Right?”

  “Yes. A little too much, honestly.”

  “Remember the night at your graduation party… she let all those kids drink at the house. And you were with that Scott guy.”

  “Ugh. Scott. That guy…”

  “You were with him though. Be careful what you say. But all I remember was him in the basement, trying to see how many beers he could drink at one time. I snuck upstairs to your bedroom, a little trip down memory lane. Standing there, staring at the room. The bed. Goddamn, that house was such a sense of freedom for you. I had so many intentions and they just never worked out. Like there was always something block
ing my fucking way. That’s when you came upstairs after me.”

  “I thought someone went up there to have sex,” Linds said. “I was going to break that up fast. But then you were standing there. I swear, King, that was such a moment for me. I spent the night trying to ignore and almost avoid you.”

  “Yeah, it didn’t show,” I said with a grin. “Watching you throw your arms all around Scott, trying to kiss him. Trying to make me jealous.”

  “Did it work?”

  “Maybe it did,” I whispered. “But I’ll never tell.” I winked and kissed her. “But we stood there in the room together. I could feel the fire between us right then. Then your damn aunt came into the room. Trying to manage the entire party. Remember what she said to us?”

  “Yeah,” Linds said. “If you’re going to do this… do it right now. I’ll cover you two and keep an eye on Scott.”

  Fuck. She remembered it word for word. The way her aunt said it and then the way we both looked each other that night, wondering if we should have done it.

  History lesson: we didn’t do anything that night.

  “I regret that,” I said. “Not pursuing you that night. I’ll never forget that night and I’ll never forgive myself.”

  We kissed again. I pulled her close to my chest. I wanted her to feel my heart beating for her. I wanted to feel her heart beating.

  I had to leave.

  I had to figure out the mess I was smack dab in the middle of.

  I had my girl. I had my cut. I had the Reap. I had a death row sentence hanging over my head.

  I kissed the top of Linds’s head and smiled.

  Fuck, she was the only thing that truly made me happy.

  23

  (lindsey)

  *THEN*

  The breaking point had been reached.

  It was a little after ten-thirty. I was in bed, watching TV. Another argument had broken out downstairs. Jim and Aunt Jane’s voices carried like rolling booms of thunder. She had told him she wanted out and he wasn’t going without a fight. I told her she was dumb for doing that. She should have just left him. We could have found somewhere to sleep for a little while.