King (Rogue Rebels MC)

by Nicole Elliot

  “You’ve had a lot of practice already. First with me trailing your every move, and then Jones.”

  “Yeah, but this is different.”

  “I guess,” Colt said. He cut off the car engine. “Ready?”

  “Yep.”

  We exited the car and headed toward the pub, with the secret service agents trailing quietly behind us.

  Just as we had expected, the place was crowded. Immediately upon entering, a huge sign was on display, reading, ‘CONGRATULATIONS, VICE PRESIDENT FINLEY.’

  I felt like smiling and cringing at the same time. I was somewhat superstitious, and didn’t like seeing my father referred to as the Vice President already. There was still a very long time until election day. Nevertheless, I did feel that probability his team winning was pretty high.

  Colt took my hand in his, and we entered the pub to an outburst of applause. We actually had become quite famous in our own right, and it was still taking me some time to work out how I felt about that. News cameras across the country had captured perfect footage of Colt and his sign, as well as me jumping into his arms. Now, there was constant speculation about when the wedding bells would be ringing. While I didn’t like the pressure and attention this put on us, Colt didn’t seem to mind. And as for various campaign strategists, they all but thought it made my father’s ticket a shoe-in for the win.

  “Everyone loves a good love story to cheer for,” one of the campaign strategists had said when I inquired about whether the attention Colt and I were getting was appropriate for the campaign.

  I could see her point, but I also hoped that none of it interfered with my law career, or Colt’s new job; he had just been offered a position at an Embassy downtown in DC.

  I guess we would both find out soon enough though.

  As for right now, however, it was simply time to celebrate our good fortune and get ready for the long campaign ahead of us. We all knew the real work was just beginning.

  We smiled and waved, shaking hands with people who’d come to the bar in support of my father officially making the ticket.

  Colt leaned down to whisper into my ear. “There’s your friend.”

  I smiled, already knowing exactly who he was referring to. I turned to see Eden pushing through the crowd. Cameras flashed at her as she made her way over to us. We hugged and she kissed both of my cheeks.

  That day at my father’s rally, I learned that she had spotted Colt in the crowd holding his sign when she arrived. When I realized that had been the reason for her unusual behavior and the secretive smile she had kept trying to hold back, all I could do was laugh. She had been right about needing a raincheck regarding whether we were going to hang out that night; Colt and I had spent that entire night in a hotel room, eating strawberries and using the whipped cream on each other’s bodies.

  After we had told my dad, of course. I had never seen Colt so nervous. But luckily my father had already suspected and was fond of Colt, so we were in the clear.

  Beaming from ear-to-ear, she looked toward Colt and then back to me. “So, do I get an official introduction now?”

  I laughed. “Colt, this is Eden. Eden, this is Colt.”

  They shook hands. “Nice to meet you,” Colt said. “Officially, that is. I certainly remember you already for that night in Turkey.”

  “I bet you do,” Eden said, wiggling her eyebrows. “And you want to thank me, right? Because I’m the one who sent this girl over to you. She was all shy, drooling over you from afar.”

  “Eden,” I said.

  Colt gave a hearty laugh. “I definitely owe you then! Thank you, a thousand times.”

  Eden took a bow. “My pleasure. All I ask is for you to pick a handsome best man for me to walk down the aisle with at your wedding.” She winked, and all I could do was shake my head. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get us some drinks,” she said.

  “I never knew politicians had such sassy children,” Colt said with a laugh.

  “I guess it’s time for you to get used to it,” I said.

  “I’m already used to it.” He stooped down to kiss me, making our crowd of observers cheer some more.

  Eden returned with our drinks just as the roar of the crowd reached an almost deafening pitch.

  “Your dad is a rock star!” Eden yelled over the crowd.

  I nodded, having come to the same conclusion some time ago.

  It was astonishing how far he had come, but I suppose it wasn’t too surprising. My father had always been a hard-worker. Plus, he was smart, driven, friendly, caring, and everyone who met him could tell that unlike typical politicians, he genuinely wanted to bring about change for the better. He was the kind of politician that only came around once in a lifetime, and all the top news outlets were already holding non-stop discussions about his chances of actually being the President one day. While it all made me nervous, it also made me extremely proud of him.

  Security guards from the pub began requesting for guests to clear an area to permit my father room to make an entrance. The crowd began to disperse, clearing a path at the doorway, all the while continuing to cheer.

  Eden began to pump her fist in the air and chant, “Finley! Finley! Finley!” and not before long, it seemed like the entire pub had joined in.

  A group of secret service agents arrived first, strategically positioning themselves around the pub and preparing for my father’s entrance.

  Next, none other than Milly Penson walked in, a sheepish look for her face. The poor woman was entirely new to all of this, and I knew just how disorienting it was. Colt and I both began waving our hands so that she could spot us through the crowd. Grateful to see familiar and friendly faces, she hurriedly made her way over to us.

  “My goodness, this is really something,” she said, hugging me.

  “It sure is,” I said, hugging her back. “I guess we’re just going to have to get used to it though.”

  “I think you’re right,” she said. She chuckled and shook her head. “And your father had the nerve to not expect a big turnout.”

  “Always modest,” I said.

  “Tell me about it,” Milly said.

  Finally, the man himself made his entrance. From the look on my father’s face, I immediately knew Milly had been right; he hadn’t at all expected this level of interest in his pub gathering. The place was filled to capacity, and from the sounds of it, there were even people outside who couldn’t get in but still wanted to congratulate him and wish him the best for the general election.

  The instant he was inside the pub, with secret service surrounding him, his eyes scanned the premises in search of me, Colt, and Milly. When he saw us standing safely in the distance, his expression relaxed. He smiled and blew kisses our way, and then headed farther into the pub.

  He reached the bar, where the event organizers had set up a platform turned into a temporary stage. A microphone was placed in his hand, although he did not speak for quite some time. Instead, he posed for pictures and shook dozens upon dozens of hands.

  When the crowd began to chant his name louder by the second, he raised a hand to silence them, the smile never leaving his face.

  “Wow…” he said, clearly overcome with emotion. He shook his head. “This is more than I could ever ask for. I want to thank each and every one of you for coming out tonight. I cannot tell you how much this means to me.” He paused as the crowd applauded. “Tonight is a very special night, for multiple reasons,” he continued, causing the crowd to quiet again. “So before I say any more, I want you to all turn around, and congratulate my daughter, Natalie, for passing her BAR exam!”

  Heat rushed to my face as hundreds and of eyes turned my way, clapping and cheering.

  “And I’m sure you all recognize the outstanding young man beside her. Colt, I very literally wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. I cannot thank you enough for your services, and I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors. Thank you so much for coming into our lives. I don’t know if it’s
a little early to say this, but I’m going to say it anyway. Welcome to the family.”

  More cheers filled the air.

  “Lastly,” Dad said, “I want to give a special thanks to Ms. Milly Penson. What a breath of fresh air you’ve been for me. I didn’t think it would ever be possible for me to find happiness again. Thank you so much for showing me just how possible it is.” People in the crowd whistled and Milly’s face turned beet-red.

  “And now,” Dad continued, “I want to say to the rest of you—we have a long road ahead of us, and I’m going to need the help of each and every one of you along the way. I know the nature of politics can be shady sometimes. People’s hearts aren’t always in the right places. But with this campaign, I want to change that. I want to make sure our government no longer leaves anyone behind! I want all of your voices to be heard. And the more we all stick together and support each other, the louder our voices will be heard. And when you all head out to the polls on election day, make your voices loud and clear with your votes!”

  The loudest cheers of all ensured. As Dad beamed out to the crowd, a glass of champagne was placed in his hand, and the crowd began chanting his name again.

  “A toast to my daughter Natalie, Colt Jackson, Milly Penson, and all of you here with me today! Let’s get ready to win an election!”

  Dad sipped his champagne and then left the platform, making it over our area. Standing between Milly and me, he took each of our hands. In my other hand, I took Colt’s hand. And we all smiled at the crowd before us.

  The excitement in the room was contagious, and we all knew without a doubt that our lives were coming together in the most wonderful way.

  Colt leaned over to me, “Wanna get out of here?”

  I looked at him and could see the lust in his eyes. “What?”

  “You, in that navy dress, I need to get you out of it. And fast. We’ll be back before anyone notices, I promise.” He threw his whiskey down his throat and as Dad continued to shake hands and meet people with Milly at his side, I followed Colt to the door.

  I took one last look over my shoulder and saw Dad’s smile as Milly held his arm. I didn’t need to watch him anymore. She would take good care of him.

  Colt had the door to his car open for me.

  “Where are we going?”

  “A hotel not far from here. I hear they have strawberries and whipped cream,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Then I guess dessert is served.”

  “It will be,” his hand reached up under my dress and his fingers grazed my lace undies.

  I sat down inside the car and he raced around the get in the driver’s seat. He threw the car into drive and waved at the valet. Then he smirked looking behind him at secret service.

  “Wanna give them a show?”

  “What?”

  He slipped his hand between my thighs and my hand instinctively braced myself against the ceiling.

  “Colt!”

  “I’m not wasting any time, we’ll go to the hotel later.” His fingers worked their magic as he drove, weaving in and out of cars down the streets of D.C. My juices spilled into my panties, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Finally, he pulled over into a side street and I noticed the lights behind us died.

  “Are they watching?” I moaned.

  “You know they are,” he growled in my ear, removing his seat belt and then my own, never stopping his pumping of his fingers.

  “Oh Colt,” I threw my head back in ecstasy as his fingers continued to push me toward the edge. His rhythm increased and I leaned over springing his huge cock from it’s confines of his pants. I leaned down and took it in my mouth, he was already hard for me. Of course he was. Always ready.

  I tasted his precum on my tongue and swished it around his shaft. He put his head on the back of my head and bobbed me up and down on him.

  “Oh God beautiful, that feels so good.”

  I moaned and felt him twitch with excitement.

  “Ride me,” he instructed.

  He pulled down my panties and I climbed on top of him, slowly lowering myself onto his cock. As soon as it touched my lips he forced me down by my shoulders and began thrusting up into me.

  “Colt! This feels so good!”

  He grunted as he lifted me and pushed me back down again and again.

  “I’m gonna come!”

  “Do it princess, come all over my hard cock.”

  I felt the wave of orgasm as it hit me again and again, but I didn’t feel him fill me with his cum.

  “Stand up and turn around, we’re going to try something new.”

  I did as I was told, but when I went to put myself back down on his cock, he angled it towards my ass. “Time to stretch that for me.”

  I smiled, I had wanted to try this since the day he put his finger up my asshole, but I didn’t know how to ask.

  “Yes!” I screamed as he entered me, stretching me wider than ever before. It felt so good.

  “That’s right beautiful, enjoy it,” he said as he slowly bounced my ass on his cock. My hand moved to my mound and I played with my clit as my juices flowed. His paced increased and I felt another orgasm coming on.

  “Yes, Colt. Harder!”

  He pushed me down further than before and bounced me harder, my toes curled in anticipation. I couldn’t believe I was having anal sex as secret service watched! It was so hot!

  He pushed down again and again, and I felt the orgasm rise within him, stronger than ever.

  “Natalie, yes!” He yelled as he filled my ass with cum, it was too much and sent me over the edge. I trembled and twitched against his body.

  When we were done I laid back on him for a moment.

  “Did we just have sex in a car?” I asked, amazed.

  “Yep.”

  “That was amazing.”

  “And we haven’t even gone to the hotel yet. But let’s go back to the party for a while.” I reached for my underwear but he snatched them away. “Not for you.”

  “What?”

  “No undies tonight.” He whispered in my ear, “Remember, you’re only mine. And you do what I say.”

  I immediately felt wet again. “Colt, you make me crazy.”

  “Good. Now let’s head back. Later we’ll give these guys a real show.”

  I shook my head and laughed, moving back to my side of the car, my body feeling different than ever before.

  “Did you ever think we’d end up here?” I asked as he started to drive.

  “Having sex in my car? Yes. At least I hoped so,” he said with a wink.

  “I mean together, you jerk!”

  He got serious for a moment. “Of course I did, the minute I saw you in that club, I knew we’d end up together. Forever.”

  “Forever? Always confident, aren’t you?”

  “Your dad wasn’t being premature, I asked him for his blessing.”

  “What?!?” I was shocked, we hadn’t even talked about marriage!

  “It’s not happening yet, but now you know, it will. You will be mine forever Natalie. If you want to be of course.”

  “Of course I want that! Oh my God Colt.” I bounced my legs wondering when he would pop the question. I couldn’t believe this was happening, after all we’d been through.

  Married to my bodyguard. The press would have a field day. We’d be splashed on every tabloid. Our smiling faces wouldn’t just be another scandal. Not with the type of love we had.

  The type that lasted forever.

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  Wanted

  A Bad Boy Auction Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Prologue

  I held his hand as he winced, the medicine pumping through h
is body.

  “Just a little longer Declan, you can do it.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him, or myself. Watching him writhe in pain was about as horrible as it could get.

  My brother.

  Sick.

  Same illness that took Mom. Our genes apparently sucked.

  “It hurts.” He grimaced as another wave rolled through his body.

  “I know buddy, I know, but this is going to make it better. I promise.”

  I knew it wasn’t a promise I could keep. But I was sure as hell going to try.

  Chapter 1

  Sydney

  The light wasn’t on in the house, as I pulled into the driveway. Julia’s funky Mini Cooper wasn’t there either, so I snatched the nicer spot under a tree, which would provide a cool shade for the car the next morning. I killed the engine and stepped out.

  It was half past eight, and after the long day at the store, all I wanted was something to eat and a glass of Pinot. I was working at a grocery store, even though it wasn’t exactly my passion. I was a teacher during the school year, but now that it was summer I had to supplement my income. It was the thing about me – I was practical. Always doing what was right, even if it wasn’t easy.

  My roommate, Julia, wasn’t as traditional. After we’d finished college, she tried several desk jobs, but couldn’t just sit in one place. So, she waited tables for a while, then worked the bar, and after a few more promotions she became a PR manager for a company that owned clubs and restaurants all over Chicago. It might have been a more exciting job, but she didn’t like the hours. That night, as was often the case, Julia was out in the city, promoting one event or another.

  I climbed the two flights of stairs that led to my apartment, and was finally home.

  I got out of my work clothes and changed into PJs, washing my face in the small bathroom next to my room. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but both Julia and I had our own bathrooms, and I loved mine. It made me feel at home.

  As I was making my way to the fridge, my cell phone began ringing. I had to turn around, mid chewing and swallowing, ever so hungry, and go back into the bedroom to answer it.