King

by Jamie Begley

  “Let me put it another way.” Evie leaned into his side, running her hand along his thigh. She brushed his cock with her fingers before cupping it in the palm of her hand. “There are a couple of women at the club who like to get into pussy-eating contests. I’m not one of them.”

  A smile came to his mouth as he removed her hand from his groin. “I don’t play in front of the staff.”

  “I knew you were boring.” She leaned away from him.

  “I need to check on the upstairs. Want to come?”

  “Sure.”

  They went up the stairway into the crowded VIP room. King saw her to a booth before checking on a few things in his office. When he came back out, Evie was bent over Juliet, licking the remains of a body shot from the woman’s stomach.

  King felt his cock harden behind his pants. Going to the bar, he took a drink of whisky that Garth, his bartender, had waiting for him.

  “Can I get an introduction when you’re finished with her?”

  “No.” He took out his phone, calling security and giving an order.

  He watched from the bar as Evie finished her body shot, helping Juliet to her feet afterward at the same time he saw the two couples coming angrily out of the private sex rooms. He motioned for one of the girls responsible for cleaning the rooms, advising her of what he wanted.

  He then went back to watching Evie as she talked with Juliet, handing her the money for the body shot. When he saw the cleaner come out, he went to Evie, wrapping an arm around her waist then leading her to the prepared room.

  “Where are we going?” Evie asked.

  He led her into the bedroom, locking the door behind them. He tapped on the two-way mirror. “Take a break.”

  Confident his order would be followed, he turned back to Evie. “That was sexy as fuck; you have me hard as a rock.”

  “Let me take care of that problem for you.” She gave him a wicked grin before reaching down to take off her skirt.

  “Leave it alone; I want to fuck you with it on.”

  “You like the skirt?” Her hands smoothed the leather down over her hips.

  “I fucking love the skirt,” he said, moving forward as she backed up teasingly toward the bed.

  “You should see the one I have in red.”

  “You can wear it for me tomorrow night.”

  “I might not want to come see you tomorrow night.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, and King came to a stop before her.

  “Then I need to make sure you have fun tonight, don’t I?”

  Chapter 12

  Evie licked her bottom lip, already planning on giving him a blowjob to take the edge off. Instead, she found her legs swept out from underneath her as her ass rode the end of the bed. King went to his knees, placing her thighs over his shoulders.

  “Jesus, no underwear?”

  “I didn’t want to waste time.” His cock swelled even harder at her words.

  The woman enjoyed sex without any embarrassment. There was no wondering if he was going to get laid when it came to her. Once she had given herself to him last night, she had turned her body over to him to use any time. The women he had fucked before, he had felt as if he had to offer a bribe to keep their thighs open; expensive dinners, jewelry or luxurious surroundings. However, Evie only wanted his cock and the pleasure he could give her.

  He leaned forward, sliding his tongue through her slick pussy. “Are you wet for me or Juliet?”

  “Take your pick; you’re both hot,” she teased.

  “I never felt like I was competing with one of my shot girls before.”

  He slid his tongue inside her pussy, fucking it with his tongue. When he felt her breathing accelerate, he pulled back.

  “Don’t stop; I was about to come.”

  “Get on the bed.” King took off his shoes and opened his pants. Unbuttoning his shirt, he got on the bed next to Evie, taking her mouth in an erotic kiss before flipping her on her stomach and guiding her to her knees. Taking out a condom from his back pocket, he put it on then put his cock at her opening.

  Evie’s moan nearly had him coming before he could give her his cock. She whimpered as he thrust his length into her.

  “You need my cock, baby?”

  “Yes... harder, King. I need it harder.” Evie thrust her ass back at him, trying to fill her needy cunt, but the bastard only let her have an inch at a time. Her frustration built at his incredibly slow movements.

  “Please...”

  “I don’t like to share. The next time you want to play with a woman, I’ll pick her. Understand me?”

  “O...okay.”

  At her agreement, he let her have a little more.

  “Dammit, King. Fuck me!” she screamed in frustration.

  “I’m not ready for you to come.”

  He lifted her skirt so her ass was bare then pulled down sharply on her top until her breasts popped out of her bra, her low-cut leather top cupping them and pushing them up. His fingers found a hard nipple, pinching it tightly between his fingers. When Evie started shaking, her ass quivering, his hand went to her hair, winding it around his hand before pulling her head back while he rode her pussy.

  “You bored?”

  “God, no.”

  “I didn’t think so,” he said, thrusting into her with harder strokes.

  Evie thrust back against him, desperately trying to come. Broken whimpers passed her lips; she was hung on a precipice, unable to fall. Suddenly, she felt a movement behind her then the snap of his belt across her ass.

  “Yes, harder,” Evie begged him.

  “Which one? My dick or the belt?”

  “Both.”

  Evie screamed when she felt the belt against her ass again. He switched to her other ass cheek, giving it a hard hit. She came with her ass on fire, begging for more as her climax rolled into another one. King groaned, gripping her nipple harder as he also came.

  When they were finally able to catch their breaths, they fixed their clothes.

  “You okay?” King asked, studying her bottom before she tugged her skirt down.

  “Hell, yes, I’ll remember this every time I sit down for the next couple of days.”

  “Woman, you’re making me hard again, and we have to give the room up. The rooms were booked for the rest of the night and now we’re behind an hour.”

  “We could have waited until we got back to your place.”

  “Not after I saw you lick Juliet.”

  “Wait until you see her give me a lap dance.” Evie could immediately tell the image was playing havoc with his dick.

  Ushering her out of the room before she could tempt him to fuck her again, they settled back into his booth. She watched the show while he answered his employees’ questions and watched the dancers.

  Evie saw the crowd had increased since they had been upstairs, recognizing a few faces in the room. She noticed them glance several times at the table.

  “Do the Predators come here often?”

  “Yes. I have the best show in town.”

  Somehow, Evie didn’t think it was just the show that brought them in. Evie looked the men over carefully. They rivaled The Last Riders in testosterone; she was glad the two groups didn’t live near each other. While they had made peace with them after Eightball had been kidnapped and Penni had been taken in retribution, it wouldn’t take much to set the men off in a clash.

  “I need to take a call in my office. I’ll be right back. Try to stay out of trouble.”

  Evie gave him an innocent look, which had him narrowing his eyes in warning. Yet, as soon as she saw the door close behind him, she went to greet the Predators.

  “Hi, Ice,” Evie said, stopping at his table. The voluptuous blonde, who had taken up residence on his lap, glared at her.

  When he didn’t immediately respond to her greeting, the group of men went silent as they listened to the interchange between her and their President.

  “Do I know you?”

  “I’m Evie. I saw yo
u the night you helped out Lily in Treepoint. Then in the diner before you left town.”

  “You belong to The Last Riders?”

  “I do.”

  “Then why you over here bugging me?” These assholes weren’t the friendliest bikers she had ever met, but she didn’t let their attitude faze her.

  Her eyes flickered over their faces, memorizing them before her gaze was caught and held by the one at the back of the room sitting in the shadowy corner. His face was fucked up, giving him a menacing appearance.

  “Everything okay?” King’s voice came from behind her.

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “I was just saying hi. I remembered them from Treepoint. Especially that one; he must be the one who took Penni for a long ride,” she said as she pointed to Jackal in the corner.

  “She miss me?”

  Evie tensed, getting to the real reason she wanted to talk to the bikers. “Aww, that’s cute. I’m glad you can make a joke about it. I want to pass along a little friendly warning: Fuck with her again and your little boy band will be squashed into a tiny, little enema, which I will personally shove up your ass.”

  Every man at the table stiffened. “Are The Last Riders threatening us?” Ice’s astounded expression glared at her.

  “Fuck no. I’m threatening you. Do not touch her again.”

  “That’s enough, Evie. I think they got the message.”

  “I hope so, because I taught her how to use that gun she brought back. Personally, I think she should shove it up that motherfucker’s ass herself.”

  King hastily turned her around, giving her a small push in the direction of his booth. “Go sit down.”

  Evie sashayed her ass back to his booth, stopping at the bar to nab herself a whiskey, telling the bartender to give her his most expensive brand. Taking her glass, she sat back down and waited for King to return while she watched the men interact.

  She had deliberately pissed them off; several of them were still glaring at her. She lifted her glass in their direction before taking a drink then watched King calm them down, her question answered. The King of Queen City controlled the Predators.

  King came back to the table. “Henry’s waiting for you outside.”

  She smothered down her hurt feelings, sliding out of the booth then reaching down to pick up her purse. She walked toward the front door, not letting their gloating looks get to her. Outside, they took a step toward his car.

  “Don’t pull that shit again, Evie. Those aren’t people you can fuck with.”

  “Neither am I.” She slid into the backseat of the car, not flinching when he slammed the door shut.

  Chapter 13

  “You’re up early,” Penni said when she came out of the bedroom.

  Evie was wearing one of Train's t-shirts and her house slippers. Going to the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee, taking a drink before she answered. “I don’t need much sleep,” she lied without remorse. She’d had a terrible night; the dark shadows under her eyes looked purple.

  “Any plans today?” Penni chirped.

  Evie stared at her balefully. “I have some research I need to take care of today. What are you up to?”

  “I have to go out of town for two days, looking at the venue for a Mouth2Mouth concert. It’s under renovation, so I want to make sure it’s on schedule to be completed in time for their concert or we’re going to cancel.”

  “Going alone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Girl, you need to get a life.”

  “I will. I have a plan. I’m going to focus on my career for the next two years, meet someone, date for three years, then get married.”

  “I need another cup of coffee,” Evie proclaimed. “I hope you scheduled an orgasm in there somewhere.”

  “As soon as I see a man capable of giving me one, I’ll let you know.”

  “You're surrounded by rockers,” Evie said helpfully.

  “Too much competition. You should see how many women chase after them.”

  “I’ll pass.”

  “I have a date next week.”

  “Who with?” Evie asked, topping off her coffee; Shade’s sister was too freaking perky first thing in the morning.

  “Lily’s old boyfriend, Charles.”

  Evie burned her tongue on her coffee at the same time she accidently spilt it. Turning away from Penni, she grabbed a paper towel to clean up her mess. “When did this happen?”

  “Lily gave me his number when she found out we were having a concert there.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. He’s a nice guy, according to Lily. Goes to church and everything.”

  “He sounds like a prince. When’s your date?”

  “Next Saturday. I’m meeting him after the concert. We’re going out to eat, and he’s going to take me back to my hotel afterward.”

  “Sounds like he’s got it all planned out.”

  “I know. It’s really convenient.”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.”

  Penni looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. “I have to go or I’m going to be late. See you later.”

  “Call me when you get off your plane.”

  “Yes, Evie. Jeez, you sound like my mom.”

  A knife of pain shredded Evie’s heart.

  “Evie…?” She gave her a smile.

  “You better go. You’ll miss your flight.”

  “You sure?”

  “Go, girl, have some fun. Get laid, but be safe,” she added sternly.

  “I’ll try.” Penni laughed, her natural exuberance coming back.

  Evie waited until the door closed before picking up her phone on the counter, hitting Shade’s call button.

  “What’s up?”

  “Guess who your sister has a date with next Saturday?”

  “Who?”

  “Lily’s ex, Charles.”

  The phone disconnected.

  “He could at least have thanked me,” she said to herself, carrying her cup to the computer desk.

  Opening her computer, she began her search. Several clicks later, she had a list of names ready. Picking up her phone, she made some calls to a few old friends in the military then stood up. She was about to get another cup of coffee when she heard the intercom buzz. Walking over to the wall, she hit the button.

  “Yes?”

  “King is here to see you. Should I let him come up?”

  “No.”

  “Do you have a message for him?”

  “Tell him to fuck off. You can pass that along verbatim if you want to.” She hung up the phone, reminding herself to tip him the next time she saw him downstairs.

  She had poured herself another cup of coffee, pulling the chair to sit down again when a knock came at the door.

  “Evie, let me in.”

  Evie closed the computer’s windows, going to another screen to erase her browser. She then shut the computer before going to answer the impatient knocking.

  “What do you want?”

  King came in through the door as soon as she opened it, casting her an angry look. “Why didn’t you let me up?”

  “Because I didn’t want to see you,” Evie snapped.

  “Why?”

  The man couldn’t be that stupid, could he? “Because you dumped me in your car last night and sent me home.”

  “I was mad as hell. You challenged a dangerous group of men.”

  “Well, I’m mad now, so we’re even.” Evie put her hands on her hips.

  “Whose t-shirt is that?”

  “What?” She was briefly confused by the change of subject.

  “Whose fucking t-shirt are you wearing?” King looked furious.

  Evie licked her lips. “Train’s.”

  “Take it off.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

  “Take it off!”

  When Evie jerked it off her head, throwing it at him, he caught it in midair. As soon as she threw it, she regretted it because of the look on hi
s face.

  “Don’t you dare—” It was too late, the material was ripped and shredded within seconds. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

  Evie launched herself at him, hitting whatever part of his body she could. However, she was quickly lifted and thrown over his shoulder as he turned toward the hallway. He walked down the hall, coming to a stop.

  “Which one is yours?”

  Evie didn’t answer him, continuing to strike his back with her fists and kick out with her legs. He opened one door briefly before closing it and opening another, walking in and slamming the door shut with his foot.

  He lowered her to the bed, following her down, then took her hands in one of his, pinning them down over her head. His lower body pressed her naked body to the bed.

  “Evie, stop it.”

  Given no choice, she lay still, glaring up at him with furious eyes. “You had no right to do that, King.”

  “No, I didn’t, but I did it anyway. I told you to take it off then you threw it in my face. Evie, since the day I met you, all I can think about is you with them, and it’s driving me crazy.”

  She stiffened underneath him. “I don’t want to hear anymore. Go, King.”

  “Why? Don’t you want to hear the truth that I’m crazy for you, that I can’t keep my mind on work? I haven’t fucked a woman in one of those rooms since the first year I took over the club.”

  “King, this isn’t going to work. I know you’re just trying to use me to find out how to get to Shade, but I’m not going to let you use me against him. He saved my life, King. I won’t betray him—ever.” She quit trying to fight him, lying back against the bed. “Don’t try to deny it, King. We know you had us checked out, and Shade knows exactly what and how much you know. You have to stop.”

  “I can’t, Evie. She’s my daughter.” Evie felt the agony in his soul. He had screwed up with Lily, and as a father, he was trying to make it up to her.

  “King, you’re not going to change the past, however hard you try. I’m telling you, Shade loves her. Leave them alone. They deserve to be left alone.”

  As King lowered his head against her neck, shuddering, Evie’s arms circled his shoulders, holding him close.

  “I’ll try.” That was as good as she was going to get.