Outlaw King

by Jaxson Kidman

  That’s when the phone rang.

  Uncle Jakey was calling me.

  It was time for action.

  36

  (lindsey)

  *THEN*

  The rain came from out of nowhere. There was a bunch of us standing on King’s front porch. A few of his friends, a few of mine. The sole purpose was so that me and King could face each other. There had been too many rumors and lingering feelings swirling around. I wanted to hear it from his mouth before anything else happened.

  It was all dumb high school shit though.

  Do you like me? Do you like me, like me? Do I like you? Do I like you, like you?

  A crack of thunder rang out in the distance.

  The wind started to pick up.

  King was with Knox, Slam, and Matteo. They all parted away and King stepped forward. I was right near the steps of the porch. My two friends - Amy and Becca - were calling for me, saying they had to get home before they got grounded. We weren’t allowed to be in the rain. I wasn’t even allowed out of the house. Aunt Jane fought with Jim to let me spend the afternoon at Amy’s house.

  “Hey,” King said.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “I wish you could stay.”

  “I can’t. I’m going to get into trouble.”

  “I like trouble.”

  “I know you do. What else do you like?”

  King smirked. “You keep hearing shit, huh?”

  “That’s why I’m here. I want to know the truth.”

  King grabbed for my hand. “You know I like you, Linds. I like you a lot. Can I give you a call later?”

  “Of course,” I said. “Do you have my number?”

  He shook his head.

  I gave King my phone number. I instantly started to figure out how to tell Aunt Jane that I needed her help so when King called I could actually talk to him.

  King kept holding my hand and then reached with his other hand to his wrist. He rolled some black bracelet thing over to my wrist.

  “You keep this,” he said to me.

  I blushed, feeling stuff in my body I never felt before.

  Jim would find the bracelet and throw it into the fireplace.

  If the moment couldn’t get any better, King kissed me. He pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t my first kiss but it was the best kiss right up to that moment.

  I backed up and ran down the porch steps and into the rain. I was soaked within seconds. I looked back as I ran with Amy and Becca. King stood on the porch, his arms crossed.

  He was so cute.

  He kissed good.

  He made me feel things.

  He would forever change my life.

  37

  *NOW*

  (lindsey)

  I bit at my pillow and put my hands to the headboard. I tried to thrust back at King, but he was too powerful. He was in complete control, his beautiful cock slamming in and out of me. His hands holding my hips tight, keeping me right where he wanted me.

  When I ran out of air to breathe I turned my head and let out a groan. I blew hair out of my face and tried to look back at King as best as I could. Seeing his sweaty and muscled body behind me was like a dream. But to feel the pleasure of his body against mine was proof of reality.

  His hands eased their grip on my waist and pressed at my lower back, arching my back so my ass was higher in the air. My breasts pressed against the bed, my nipples hard and tender, rubbing against the sheets with the hard thrusts from King.

  It was perfect. He was perfect.

  He pulled away from my body with a grunt.

  “Turn around, sweetie,” he said. “I want to look into your pretty eyes when I fill you with cum.”

  How raunchy and romantic.

  I turned over to my bed, spreading my legs, my inner thighs trembling and my sex throbbing. I looked at King’s massive glistening cock. Pointing straight at me with a slight hook up. Thick veins. Every part of his head and shaft so well defined. The most perfect cock I had ever seen and felt in my life.

  King came right at me, his body touching mine. His rippling stomach against mine, the feel of his cock pressing against my pussy, opening me right back up as he welcomed himself home once again. Sinking deep with speed, his mouth lowering closer to mine.

  The second we started to kiss it was like a bomb went off inside me.

  I started to come, digging my heels into the bed, bucking my hips against his strength. He stayed right with me, fucking harder, keeping himself so impossibly deep.

  I had to break the kiss and put my head back, screaming out into the bedroom.

  King’s tongue slithered along my neck and down my chest. He engulfed my left breast with ease, sucking hard, making me shiver and cry out again. When he pulled his mouth away he did so with an aggressive growl. He was possessive and I loved it. I loved being all of his.

  My body shook with fury and the mattress cried out almost as loud as me.

  “Fuck, sweetie, you’re so good,” he said.

  I managed to peel my hands away from the sheets and grab for his back. I sank my nails deep into his skin, scratching at him, pulling myself up so our bodies were touching again. With one arm, he wrapped it around my back and held me tight as he fucked me faster.

  “Yes, King, yes,” I groaned as I bit at his shoulder. “Keep going. Please… keep going…”

  The feeling and sound of our sex was something I’d never forget. Time has taught how to take care of each other, although King had always been a master at it from day one. From the first time he slipped his big hand down the front of my panties and touched me, it was electric. He knew how to make me come before I understood what that actually meant.

  And he was still making me come.

  My pussy throbbed again, my ass flexing and shivering as my body tried to comprehend how in the fuck I could be having another orgasm. Fuck any kind of cardio workout in the world, this was the best. An hour with King… two times a day… and that was all the exercise you’d ever need.

  My legs started to tingle and I felt like I was going limp. I groaned each time his cock pounded forward, splashing my wetness between my legs and between his legs. I tried to scratch at him again but my arms suddenly felt rubbery and weak. I dropped back but King kept holding me. He gently put me back down on the bed. He pulled up to his knees and his hands ran down my body. His fingertips touching all the right spots until his hands took their firm grip on my hips.

  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 fucked 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 pussy 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking 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.

  “The deal of a lifetime,” Uncle Jakey said.

  He tugged on his leather cut and pointed to the door.

  Slam and Knox were on my left as we approached the building. I couldn’t tell if Anderson was there yet. I just had to keep my face like stone. Focus on the situation at hand. Adapt when needed.

  Uncle Jakey opened the door and held it for us.

  The second I stepped inside, I saw a man standing in a suit. He opened his hands and looked around. “What do you guys think?”

  “It’s perfect,” Uncle Jakey. “Exactly what we talked about. Beautiful work.”

  I looked at Knox. He was as confused as me. I looked at Slam. I could tell he was worried. For a second I thought about grabbing them and hightailing it the fuck out of there. We were outlaws though, we weren’t in the business of bailing unless we were given the order to do so.

  The man in the suit reached into his suit jacket and pulled out some papers and gave them to Uncle Jakey. He took them, shook them in the air for a second, and then tucked them into his leather cut.

  Damn, it was still sort of weird to see Uncle Jakey in a leather cut.

  “I can give you the grand tour if you’d all like,” the man said.

  “No need,” Uncle Jakey said. He looked over his shoulder. “Slam, Knox, I want you two outside. Cover the back near the vans. Anything happens I want you to be the eyes of this entire thing. Got that?”

  “Eyes of this entire thing?” Knox asked.

  “Let’s move,” Uncle Jakey said. “We don’t have time here. King, I want you in here with me. No questions needed. Got that?”

  I looked over at Knox and gave a nod. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going to happen. I had no idea what to expect.

  Knox and Slam walked to the back door of the building and exited.

  Uncle Jakey waved me forward.

  I walked to the man in the suit. He looked right at me and grinned.

  “Trust me,” Uncle Jakey said, “you two will be best friends before you know it. We just have to get through today.”

  “Who the hell are you?” I asked the man in the suit.

  “The man who is going to save your life,” he said in a low voice.

  I glanced at Uncle Jakey.

  Where the fuck was Anderson at?

  There were a few uncomfortable moments of silence.

  I should have taken those moments as a sign of peace.

  Because in just a little bit… I was going to be fighting for my life.

  39

  (lindsey)

  *NOW*

  I was in an all-too-familiar position as I sat at the kitchen table and Aunt Jane’s house. I didn’t want any more coffee but I let her top me off. She offered me some pot but I politely declined. She even had a special bag that was full of it along with her supplies to smoke it.

  “What about names?” she asked me.

  “What?”

  “Names. For the baby.”

  “I’m barely pregnant right now…”

  “Hold that for a second,” Aunt Jane said. “There is no such thing as barely pregnant. You’re either pregnant or not. And you’re pregnant. So start dreaming big. Talk to me about nursery designs. Names. Colors. What do you want?”

  “You realize I live in a one bedroom apartment, right?” I asked.

  “And…?”

  “There is no nursery. Unless I sleep on the couch. Which I will totally do for my child.”

  “What about King? You two aren’t going to be living together?”

  “He has to stay out of prison before anything like that can happen,” I said.

  Aunt Jane walked from the counter to the table. She grabbed for her purse - not her pot purse - and put it on the table.

  “You need to think positive. It creates good energy. That shit comes back to you.”

  “So if I think that I’ll win the lottery then I will?” I asked.

  “Smart ass,” Aunt Jane said. “Not in terms of greed, Lindsey. Just in life. Stay happy and you’ll be happy. No matter what. Trust me on that. Now, you need a new place to live it seems.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “And a raise.”

  “Maybe I can help with that,” Aunt Jane said.

  She reached i
nto her purse and pulled out a folder. She opened it and spun it around. She slid it down the table.

  “What is this?”

  “Employment contract,” Aunt Jane said. “Where I work. We need a few extra nurses. Bev is our Administrator and I know her very well. She casually said something to me about it after I casually said your facility was going to be sold. She put me in charge of finding a few nurses.”

  “You’re joking.”

  “Hardly,” Aunt Jane said. “Look it over. You can start next month. You’ll work a rotating schedule for a little while. Then you’ll be on days until after the baby comes. Not sure how you feel about the pay…”

  I flipped a few pages and saw the number on the line. It was about fifteen grand more a year than what I made right then. I covered my mouth. I looked at Aunt Jane.

  “So you sign that,” Aunt Jane said. “You give me a couple names of people you work with. Then you call your boss and politely tell her to pound some salt. Then you get a few weeks off until this job starts.”

  “I can’t do this,” I said. “I can’t let you get me a job.” I shut the folder. “No way.”

  Aunt Jane stood up. She had that Mom look on her face. Her eyes slightly squinted. She approached me.

  “I wouldn’t offer this to you if you couldn’t handle it. This is a real position here. A chance for you to be stable and grow. Plus, if you suck, it’ll make me look bad.”

  Aunt Jane opened the folder and pointed to the papers.

  I stood up and threw my arms around her, hugging her.

  “Don’t thank me,” she said. “You earned this opportunity.”

  I looked at her. “And you think you’re not a good mother.”

  “I prefer aunt,” she said. “Makes me sound edgier. Cooler.”

  “Soon you’ll be grandma.”

  “I’m not going down that road again,” Aunt Jane said. “Just sign these damn papers so you can quit that job and be happy. You can go apartment hunting. Or maybe even house hunting. Get a small house for your family. I’m sure King will be excited.”