King (Rogue Rebels MC)

by Nicole Elliot

  This girl was already tame, but I wanted to see how bad she could be in bed.

  My cock was throbbing in my pants now and I clenched my jaw. Few more minutes of looking at her, and I was going to explode. I’d turn into a machine, bend her over the counter and fuck her ass till she screamed at me to stop. If I didn’t have her in the next few minutes, I’d drag her to the back of the bar and she’d like it.

  Then Big D came into view again. He was speaking with her and she was standing with one delicate hand on her hip. It struck me. She was working here.

  She was the outsider who’d been hired to help Big D behind the bar!

  For a moment, I narrowed my eyes at her and my mouth ran dry. I ran a hand through my hair and growled under my breath. How did it not strike me that she was working the moment I saw her? She was polishing glasses, Big D was showing her the ropes! She was an employee.

  I looked around at the bar that was bursting with people and loud thumping music now. A few of the regular groupies were around, sitting on laps, draping themselves over their favorite men. All red lips and exposed cleavage and tight pussies. Makeup done just right, matching our varied tastes. These girls were fair game. I could bang as many of them as I wanted. They practically begged us for it. What about Barb? I could call her again. I could screw any of these girls to get my angry animal need for this new girl out of my system.

  I clenched my fists and looked back at her.

  She was smiling now, intently listening to what Big D was telling her, nodding her head and she looked over at me again.

  Our eyes met and I drank in the shape of her lips. She had a pale pink gloss on, which made her lips look shiny and slippery. That mouth would have to open very wide to accommodate the cock in my pants. I had to steady myself from lunging at her. She turned away from me again, to look at Big D and I knew Barb wouldn’t do. None of these whores would do. I had to have her.

  Her pussy would be just tight enough, her hips just slender enough, her legs long enough around my neck. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to taste the creaminess of her skin.

  But Elwood had set a strict rule for the Rogue Rebels. We weren’t allowed to touch any of the employees. Which was probably why we never hired too many female employees and why we kept so many groupies around. They usually satisfied all of our needs, and kept us from fraternizing with any female employees. But no other female employee looked like this one.

  I could feel electric waves searing through my veins. It took actual physical energy to remain standing where I was and not make a grab for her. I couldn’t go against the Club. I couldn’t go against the rules that my father had set and the ones I helped him enforce. I would have kicked the shit out of Girth or Slade or any of the others if they touched an employee, not because I cared, but because we operated on following orders. And this was an order that Elwood had established.

  And yet, here I was, practically drooling over this girl who I had no idea was hired.

  I took in a deep breath trying to steady myself. I had to do something, anything, to distract myself from her. I could sense someone walking towards me. It was Candy, one of the groupies who purred like a cat when she was getting fucked.

  “I was wondering when you’d stop by,” she said in my ear in a suggestive voice, and leaned in to gently lap at my earlobe like a kitten drinking milk. I was still glaring in the direction of the counter, watching the new girl move like a dream as she served drinks under the watchful eye of Big D.

  “Fuck off!” I barked at Candy, turning to her with bloodshot enraged eyes. She cowered for a moment, and then furrowed her eyebrows when she gathered herself.

  “I was just checking to see if you needed me. You look tense,” she said in a cooing voice and then she whipped around and walked away from me. I looked at her ass in those tight leather pants she was wearing, a thick belt with spikes was at her waist which I’d used several times to tie her wrists to the bed when I fucked her. But tonight, she did nothing for me. Tonight, I wanted to feel the velvety softness of this girl’s pussy and she was off limits.

  Maybe that was what made me want her more. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all, and it was because she was just so damn gorgeous.

  Chapter 5

  Ava

  First night on the job, and already I could feel my life beginning to fall into place. Or was I just kidding myself? Well, at least I had a job now! Which meant that I wouldn’t have to be a burden to Charity anymore. I could get my own apartment and begin moving on with my life.

  The Lucky Lady was a busy bar, and I’d gathered a pretty good idea of the place within the past hour that I was here. For starters, it was nothing like any of the other places I had worked at. Tatted up men in leather jackets, drinking like fish and yet not drunk enough, their manners were rowdy and gruff and the handful of girls who were at the bar were clearly there as wallflowers - decoration for the room, to serve as walking boobs and asses. A couple of weeks ago, I would have steered clear from a place like this, cowering at the very sound of one of their voices. But the lack of a livelihood had driven me to do crazy things, like take a job in this place.

  The bar was packed with people, loud music deafening me as I strained my ears to try and catch everything Bid D was telling me.

  In fairness, both the older man who had interviewed me for the position and Big D who was showing me the ropes…seemed to treat me respectfully. Their ways were obviously different, less polite and more rough around the edges compared to what I had been used to, but I hadn’t felt threatened yet. It seemed like they were treating me differently to the other girls at this place. Like my job here was different to theirs and for that, I was grateful.

  Big D, despite his “bigness” and the tattoos he had on display; was more like a gentle giant. His voice was softer than the others and he was patient with me, as he showed me around the place.

  It was a Thursday night and according to him, the discounts brought a lot of their customers in on this night. He had pointed to his own leather vest, and the vests that some of the other guys were wearing. Without giving me much of an explanation, he said that anybody with a vest on got their drinks for free. The rest of the people would have to pay. I made mental notes of the variety of drinks that Big D said the guys liked to drink and I figured I would have to eventually learn them up. It seemed like these guys were the kinds of people who wouldn’t have the patience to give out detailed orders every time they came up to the bar. I would eventually just have to know and pour as soon as I saw them.

  “You’ll be fine, kid,” Big D told me with a grin on his face and I smiled back, appreciating the encouragement. This is what I needed right now. I needed encouragement and a means of make a living. As good as Charity’s intentions were, her sympathizing was only ending up enraging me more than encouraging me. It wasn’t her fault of course, I was just pissed at the situation I had allowed myself to get into.

  Big D had given me the initial task of polishing and arranging some of the clean glasses, when the guy walked in.

  I’d looked up, expecting to see another group of muscular men walk in, but my eyes fixed on this figure with a jolt. I had taken approximately five-seconds, before I pulled my gaze away from him. A feeling like panting, rising up my chest. This guy, though similar in a lot of ways to the others, looked nothing like the rest of them.

  He was tall, probably a foot taller than me and was towering over nearly everyone else in the bar. He stood near the door, with his threatening gaze on me. Blue eyes stormy and dangerous and fixed on my face. I felt like he was angry that I had encroached on his territory. He was definitely pissed off about something.

  His hair seemed brown, at least now it did in the dim light of the bar, and he had a short faux hawk cut in the middle of his head, which was scruffy and neat at the same time; a kind of effortless style. A five o’clock shadow darkened his chiseled jaws.

  He was muscular, with wide shoulders and a heaving chest without being too buffed up. He was
wearing the same vest that Big D had already told me about. So he belonged to whatever group these guys belonged to, although I had no idea what it was about.

  I gripped the glass in my hand tightly, as I tried not to look up at him again. I could feel my cheeks flushing, burning up as I tried to remain calm. No other guy had this effect on me before. I had never thought that I was the kind of girl who could just look at a man and feel this kind of burning, sexual need.

  His biceps bulged under his leather jacket and I’d already noticed the tattoos crawling up his neck. My mind immediately went to what he might look like without his clothes on. His cock. The muscles on his thighs. Washboard abs.

  I had to shake my head slightly to stop visualizing this guy’s naked body.

  Big D was speaking to me again, telling me something about the cash machine. While I tried to pay attention, I couldn’t help but look over towards the door.

  He had stepped closer to the counter now, enough for me to notice the curl forming on the sides of his lips. Like he was deciding whether to grin. He was still looking at me and I knew I saw danger in those blue eyes. An instinct in the bottom of my gut was telling me to stay away.

  I snapped my head away from him and back at Big D again. No good could possibly come from looking at that man. He was definitely trouble.

  But oh so delicious, irresistible trouble. I’d never been with a guy before who could throw me over his shoulder, and this man definitely could. No problem.

  He looked like he could swing me around like a rag doll in his arms and I shivered slightly, at the thought of his cock inside me. He’d be rough. He wouldn’t take it slow and right now, I just needed to be fucked. I needed someone to bang the daylights out of me, so that I could forget about Blaine and everything else that had gone so horribly wrong in my life. And this guy seemed like the absolute perfect candidate.

  Big D had walked away to attend to some patrons, leaving me alone with the glasses again.

  “Sweetheart!” I heard someone call out to me and I looked up at a group of men sitting at a table, clicking their fingers at me.

  I pasted a smile on my face, and walked around the counter towards them. I was aware the whole time of the mysterious stranger’s eyes on me. He was watching me work, and yet, he hadn’t approached me. I couldn’t look at him again, without giving myself away. I wondered if he already knew what I wanted.

  “You’re new,” one of the men said when I approached the table. I smiled at him and nodded my head, self-conscious of being so closely watched by these group of men who intimidated me. They were older, with graying scrawling beards and sagging tattoos. Hard men who could take their drinks well.

  The man reached for my hip and I felt my muscles stiffen.

  “Hands off the barkeep, Mickey!” another voice barked and I looked up to see the older man, the authoritative one who had interviewed me and introduced himself as just Elwood. He gave me a casual smile and went back to talking to the people around me.

  The man withdrew his hands from me and I maintained the smile on my face.

  “What can I get you?” I asked and that was when I heard his voice for the first time.

  “Big D will take your orders,” his voice was deep and velvety smooth, seeping straight into my soul and I felt my shoulders stiffen as I turned on my heels to look at him.

  He was standing right behind me, smirking now and I felt my mouth run dry.

  “Commando,” he said, in that same painfully sexy voice and I felt goosebumps erupt on my arms. I knew I was blushing. I hadn’t expected his voice to be just as hot as he was.

  “Pardon me?” I said in a small voice as he stepped up closer to me.

  “That’s my name. What’s yours?” he asked and I saw the way his gaze dropped to my breasts, dragged along the length of my bare legs and then he looked back up at my face again.

  “Well, they seem to call me sweetheart here,” I said and his smile grew wider, and I noticed how deep the dimples on his cheeks were. That smile was going to melt me into a puddle straight down into my shoes. It was too much for me.

  “But my actual name is Ava,” I continued and this time, he stepped even closer to me. Our bodies weren’t in contact, but it felt like he had just reached out and touched me. Like his hands were on my breasts, on my nipples. I could feel a warm wetness spreading between my legs. My body was rebelling against me and my polite manners. Was I gaping wide-mouthed at him? I struggled to maintain composure while he peered into my eyes.

  “I apologize on behalf of my friends, Ava. I’ll make sure they call you by name,” he said and something in his eyes told me that he meant every word he said. Like he was going to make sure these men called me by nothing else but my name. It felt like my breath was caught in my throat.

  “I…I don’t care. I mean, it doesn’t matter…I don’t mind,” I was fumbling with my words, trying to form one coherent sentence without making a complete fool of myself.

  Commando continued to smile at me, like he was enjoying watching me struggle. Whatever composure I had managed to maintain a few minutes ago was quickly dissipating.

  “And is Commando your name or is that what they call you?” I managed to ask and his smiled grew wider. His gaze dropped down to my breasts again and instinctively, I pushed them outwards. I wanted him to see them. I wanted him to undress me with his eyes. I couldn’t imagine why he was even looking at me. There were girls far sexier than me walking around this place. I’d just seen one come up and try to speak to him. Why was he speaking to me?

  “You can call me Commando,” he replied, slicing through my thoughts with that voice of his again. I licked my lips, my words sticking to the back of my throat as I tried to come up with a decent response. I felt stupid standing in front of him, under his deliciously stormy gaze. The name suited him and I tried to smile, so that I wouldn’t look so foolish.

  “I’m new,” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. Of course he knew I was new! Everyone here knew I was new. The smile on his face grew and he nodded his head.

  “Welcome to the family,” he said and I nearly choked. The family? What was he talking about? This was a bar and I was an employee. I suddenly felt very naive and I wondered if this had been the right decision. Staring into this guy’s deep blue eyes definitely didn’t seem like the right decision.

  “Thank you,” I replied and his gaze dropped to the spot between my legs. Where the wetness had already begun to spread, where I could feel my libs throbbing, my clit swelling with desire. I wanted to be touched, roughly, pinned against the wall. And most importantly, I wanted to be touched by him.

  I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts, while he was right in front of me.

  “Commando!” A big guy with a scruffy dark beard and dark hair called out to him from the door. We both looked at him, till Commando turned to me again.

  “Be good, Ava,” he said to me, with his dimples deepening in his cheeks and he turned around without waiting for a response and walked over to a table of other guys.

  I went back to the counter, as though in a dream. Still feeling like he had run his hands all over my skin. I knew my body was dripping with desire for this man who I knew nothing about. I’d do anything he wanted me to do. I was under his spell no matter how hard I tried to resist it. All he would have to do was look at me once more. But he didn’t.

  I watched him from under my heavily hooded lids as he laughed and joked with his friends at the biggest table in the center of the bar. It was like he didn’t even know I existed anymore. He was bad news. I could feel it in my bones and yet there was nothing I could do about the lust in my veins. It had taken over my system when I was supposed to be working.

  This was all Blaine’s fault! I tried to blame him for making me want this man. I didn’t even recognize myself. I couldn’t remember another time I had felt this animalistic need for a man. But I knew I had to stay away. There was no chance in hell I could allow myself to fall for someone so quickly after
my previous relationship had ended. I wasn’t in my right mind yet. I wasn’t myself. This was madness and that was the only explanation for how I was feeling.

  Chapter 6

  Commando

  I heard Big D make the last call, but my mind was swimming. I’d had too much to drink again. The others were sitting around me, Slade was making some joke about King’s lack of tattoos. He only had one, of a cross; to match the cross he always wore around his neck.

  I hadn’t been able to think about anything else all night, except redheaded Ava behind the bar. I’d watched her all night, following the way her ass moved underneath that denim skirt. Till Big D gave her the signal and I figured her shift was over. She had collected her things from the back of the bar and left, winding her way around the crowded tables. I had to do everything I could to not intercept her on her way.

  She was still off limits.

  “Guys, take yourselves home,” Big D had come up to our table and started collecting our bottles and glasses. The others started standing up, slightly unsteady on their feet and I blinked my eyes. Realizing now just how much I’d had to drink.

  “I’m gonna crash upstairs,” I growled at nobody in particular and I strode up to one of the bunk rooms, feeling my way in the dark. I hadn’t even bothered to hear the others respond, I just needed to be alone.

  In the dark, I crashed into one of the beds, a bottle of beer still in my hand. I couldn’t get Ava out of my mind. I’d spent the whole night at war with myself, cursing my father under my breath for setting up this ridiculous rule.

  Although, I was glad this rule existed because it kept her safely out of reach of everyone else. I’d have twisted the neck of anyone who even thought of going close to her. I was inches away from pulling out my gun at Mickey when he nearly touched her. How was I going to deal with watching her work at the bar every day, knowing that probably every other guy there was having the same thoughts as me? She was fresh and had an air of untouched virgin beauty about her. I could practically see the drool dribbling down the sides of their mouths.