Sterling: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects (Kings of Carnage - Prospects Book 2)

by Sapphire Knight

  She draws in a quick breath, my name whispered brokenly, “Oh my God, Ster, you’re hurt. I was just rubbing all over you, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She leans up, reaching to lightly graze her fingertips next to my various wounds.

  Not missing a beat, I pull her body to mine, whispering against her mouth, “Fine, sugar. Don’t you worry about me when I’ve got you like this.” My cuts and bruises are long forgotten having her in my embrace.

  “I don’t want to injure you.” She peers up at me and I grin, pressing my mouth to hers. She’s so fucking sweet it damn near gives me a toothache. I kiss her until our tongues are in sync with each other, moving as one.

  I push her down on the couch, and as she lays back, I break our lip lock to taste her between her thighs. Her pussy’s shaved with a light-colored thin landing strip, just the way I like it. I’ve imagined having her this way far too many times to count, believing it’d never come true. She opens her legs wider for me and I lean in, running my nose over her tender flesh. She smells clean, like soap, and without further ado, my tongue hastily swipes up the center of her folds.

  “Shit,” she curses, and I take it as motivation to continue my perusal. My fingers find her entrance, teasing, while my tongue flicks her hood piercing. It has her squirming and moaning nearly immediately, making my heart pound in my chest. This woman has no clue what she does to me with her responses. The sounds that she makes drives my body wild. She consumes me in the moment. Nothing else matters but her, rules and their potential consequences be damned.

  Wetness drips from her core, my mouth eagerly tasting anything she’ll give me and still craving more. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill where Leigh’s concerned, and that thought should terrify me, yet it only prompts me to continue. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, her screams ringing my ears as she rides out her first orgasm. She’s sheer perfection, pink peppering her sink, sweat dotting her brow and eyes glazed with passion. She’s utterly beautiful. Never thought I’d feel like this, not with her. Hell, not with anyone, at least for a long time.

  “I want to feel you inside me, Sterling,” she orders, and I’m eager to obey. I move to climb between her legs and sink my length in her deep, but she’s not having it. “Let me move. You take it easy.”

  I’m one hundred percent not going to take it easy, but I don’t say as much or argue. I sit up and let her lead the way. She climbs back on my lap, positioning her sexy ass over my hips, her pussy grazing the tip of my cock. She’s a fucking tease. The last time should’ve played as a warning how she’d taunted my cock then slammed down on it to send me over the edge. She’s a goddamn vixen all wrapped up in an innocent appearing package that’s sure to pack a punch.

  “Condom,” I manage to choke out.

  “Oh shit, I don’t have anything. I don’t make this sort of thing a habit.”

  I nod, wrapping her tight in my arms, and stand. She squeals, gingerly wrapping her legs around my waist. I tote her sexy ass to my bedroom, laying her on my bed once I’m close enough.

  “Are you okay?” she checks, irises flicking to my injuries.

  “I’m straight. Seriously, I don’t feel them right now. You’re all I can think of.”

  She shoots me a tender smile, and I hurry to grab a few condoms from my bedside table. No way in fuck will I be done after once. I plan to have her as much as I can. If I die because of this, at least I’ll go out with a bang, I suppose.

  I use my teeth to rip the foil square open and move to roll the rubber over my length. “I want to taste you.” She moves to lean up, and I hold my hand out towards her. She takes the condom from my fingers, laying it on her thigh. She fists my cock, licking her lips. “I’ve thought of this so many times.”

  “Oh yeah?” My lips hike into a naughty grin. She nods, dipping her head to take me into her mouth. It’s soft, nearly timid at first. It reminds me of when we fucked, how she’d twirl her hips around teasingly until sinking down. She sucks my tip between her lips, rubbing her tongue back and forth across my tip. It has me seeing stars and she’s barely begun. “Fuck,” I breathe, watching her. She eases up on my shaft, instead lightly running her fingernails up and down my length. Combine it with her tongue and the sucking and it has me reaching for something to hold on to.

  “Christ, you’re trying to make me come already, aren’t you?” I murmur between my grunts and groans of pleasure. My hand moves to her locks, running the silky strands between my fingers as she works me over. She releases me to dip below and rub her tongue across my piercings while rubbing her palm over my head. Wetness drips from my cock at her making me feel shit I’m not used to be experiencing. Sure, I’ve gotten my cock sucked plenty of times in the past, but the detail she puts in sends me to another level entirely.

  “Later, sugar,” I cough out, knowing I need to pull away or else I’ll come and not wanting to all in the same breath. It’s a struggle, but eventually I rip my hips back enough to break her sensual touch. “I want to feel you wrapped around me too badly to just shoot off in your mouth right now. Let me make you feel good too.” She nods her consent and rolls the condom on my cock. I easily push her back to lie below me on the bed. Leigh’s spread out, eager, and open for whatever affection I’ll offer her. The feeling’s a bit addictive, if I’m being truthful. Knowing she wants me this badly to do whatever I ask of her. She’s sexy as fuck.

  Taking my length in my hand, I rub it through her slit, spreading her juices. I bite my lip to keep me from spilling my feelings for her in the moment. “Perfect,” I comment and begin pushing inside her core. “More than perfect,” I ramble on, my hips overly excited to thrust. I’m making myself be patient, though it’s difficult with someone like her underneath me. I push slow and deep, relishing in the way her tight walls grip my cock so snuggly. Her hands move to my ass cheeks, gripping me tight enough to jerk me into the hilt. I grunt and she moans, her pleasure music to my ears.

  Leigh’s enthusiasm rivals my own and she threatens, “You either move faster or I climb on top again.”

  “While I love having you on top of me, I’m not trying to come in two minutes, so you’ll wait your turn,” I order, making her grin. She looks like she’s plotting, and I already I know I don’t stand a chance where she’s concerned. One pop of her pussy and I’m a goner, filling this rubber with everything I’ve got in the moment.

  She wraps her legs around me tighter, hooking her ankles together, and squeezes the muscles inside her pussy. Her walls contract and I groan, giving in. “Fine, fine. I’m too weak right now from having your lips around my cock.”

  My mouth dips down, kissing across her breasts and throat. I do it until her muscles relax. The moment they go lax, I slam my hips in her and repeat. She screams in bliss as the pressure hits her hood piercing repeatedly. In seconds, she’s calling my name and coming around my dick. She’ll learn soon enough, she’s not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve.

  Imagine walking into Heaven and seeing your ex there.

  Me: I see you got roaches

  God: Don’t start

  -Pinterest Meme

  There’s just something about him that makes me feel alive. Yesterday was incredible, a little rocky at first, but it didn’t take long for us to have our hands on each other. I swear, I couldn’t seem to touch him fast enough. I needed to feel him, and boy did I. It’s safe to say I’ll never get enough of Sterling, no matter how many times we’re together. He was inside me half the night and I still woke up craving him this morning. I feel guilty for tricking him before with my mask, but after last night, there’s not a doubt in my mind that we’re meant to be together. Our chemistry with each other is undeniable.

  The rumble of a bike pulling up out front has me setting my coffee down and peeping out the closest window in sight. “Shit.” I jog to Sterling’s room, shaking him awake.

  “Mm?”

  “My brother,” I hiss, worrying about being here in next to nothing. My gaze scans the floor for a pair of S
terling’s discarded shorts. My clothes are still in the damn living room. The door shoves open, a crack echoing as it slams into the drywall.

  “The fuck?” Sterling jumps up in a flash, naked and brows low. He’s pissed. I would be, too, getting woken up like that. Jesus, Ruin’s overreacting just a touch.

  “Ruin!” I gasp, shocked.

  “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.” He shakes his head, glaring at Sterling. He glances over my disheveled outfit and mentions, “You know Chaos has a tracker on you?”

  “Excuse me?” My mouth pops open, my hand moving to my hip as my temper flairs to life. After such a great night and peaceful morning, of course something had to come in and scramble it all up.

  He nods. “He checks your phone location before he goes to bed to make sure you’re safe. All of them do it. Bash has them on his kids too.”

  I snort. “He’s so nosey. This is unbelievable!”

  “You should be grateful I talked him into letting me come check on you. If he’d rolled up to see this situation, shit would be hitting the fan, and I wouldn’t be able to save anyone.”

  Sterling sits on his bed grumbling, “And what situation is this?”

  “One where my little sister was chilling at your place all night. Wanna try to convince me you weren’t fuckin’, ‘cause he’ll see through it in a goddamn heartbeat. Unbelievable. I thought you two were done flirting or whatever this is.”

  “This is bullshit.” Sterling shakes his head and reaches for his hamper of folded clean clothes. He digs through it until he finds a pair of faded light-blue boxers and slides them on.

  No longer able to old back, I burst out, “I’m a grown woman, Ru. I’m not little anymore, and who I sleep with is nobody’s business but my own.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, okay. First of all, you’re nineteen. Second, Chaos knows everything. He always has. The brothers have tracked all of us.”

  “Please just go. I want to spend time with Sterling,” I plead, anger making sweat dot the back of my neck. I’m fuming inside. I’m utterly in shock at all of this hitting me right now. How dare they be knee-deep in my business, family or not. No one has a right to invade my privacy as they’ve obviously been doing. This has gotten way out of hand, and I’m at my limit for it.

  “Not happening. I’m staying until you leave or Chaos and Bash will be here next.”

  “Ah!” I scream in frustration. I reach for my cell and launch it at the wall. “I’m getting my own phone in my name today. You tell our father that,” I demand and glance at Sterling.

  His tormented stare meets mine. He whispers, “You know I can never have you, not the way I want to. You deserve better. Please leave and don’t come back.” His face pinches, then his irises hit the floor, no longer meeting my eyes.

  I want to slam my palm against his cheek in retribution, but I refrain. I won’t resort to violence right now, no matter how heartbroken and angry I am. “You know what?” I scream, past my fill of bullshit. “Fuck all of you!” I push past Ruin without a backward glance at Sterling.

  I snatch up my things as I go, shoving them into my purse. I slide my feet into my plastic flip-flops and slam the door so hard the trailer seems to shake. I take it a step further, yanking out my keys. Do these guys think they can push me around as much as they want and decide my life? Well, they’ve got another thing coming. I won’t be walked over and demanded to do anything I don’t want to. It’s time everyone in this town figures that out.

  Gripping the key, it screeches as I trail it through the charger’s glossy paint job. My brother’s bike is next as I carve up his gas tank. I’m so pissed right now that I’d be leaving my mark on my father’s motorcycle as well if he were here right now. They want to know how I am? What I’m doing? Well, here’s a clue…I’m fucking pissed and I’m not taking anyone’s shit, club member or not.

  I’m not going home. Knowing my family, my mom’s probably there waiting to smooth things over. I love her so much, but this isn’t something her words can fix. This is the club’s fault. For the first time in my life, I hate the Kings of Carnage MC.

  I head for Atlanta, stopping at an ATM before I leave town so no one knows where I’m going. They’ve overstepped, tracking me when I’m a grown woman. Whether it’s for my safety or not, it’s the fact I wasn’t told. It’s sneaky and I don’t like it one bit. I don’t deserve the sort of mistrust I’m receiving, and everyone needs to realize I won’t tolerate it anymore. Never again. I’m strong. I’ve leaned on people too much, and they’ve forgotten that I can stand on my two feet—alone, if necessary. I was raised that way, but it seems as if my family has forgotten as much.

  I’m a hot mess, being thoroughly fucked all night, then leaving in a rush. I head for a cheap hotel. They let me keep a card on file but don’t run it, thankfully, since my mom is also on the account. I hand over some cash and gratefully take the room key. The desk clerk probably thinks I’m hiding out from a crazy husband, but she doesn’t know the half of it. She’d probably pee her pants if the club showed up, guns blazing, hunting me down. If my father has any hint as to where I am, it’ll happen, I know it.

  I take a hot shower, the water as warm as I can stand it, and use the crumbly white bar of hotel soap provided. It gives me some time to clear my head, to breathe and just exist in the constant rhythm of the shower water hitting my skin. Sometimes, the best thing to do is just pause, take everything in, and focus. I needed this moment to myself, without all the noise pounding in the back of my mind. The cheap soap leaves behind a residue feeling on my skin, but I couldn’t care less. at least I’m clean again and can no longer smell Sterling’s divine scent on my flesh. It was tormenting me the entire drive here.

  Shutting off the now-cold water, I pat myself dry with the rough, bleach-smelling towel and wrap the scratchy material around me. I shiver as the air conditioning kicks on, momentarily freeing my thoughts, and flip through the TV for a while. Eventually, once I begin to feel like a popsicle, I put my clothes on from yesterday, already feeling dirty again.

  I neatly fold Sterling’s shirt and shorts, leaving them on the end of the bed. No matter how broken-hearted I am by him in the moment, I’m not foolish enough to pretend I won’t sleep in them later. I will, there’s no denying as much. I may be dying inside, but I’ll want to smell him later.

  Collecting my purse and keys, I twist my hair into a damp bun and leave to hunt down a phone store. The hotel clerk points me in the right direction, and I spend most of my day getting a new phone under my name. The rest of the time, I spend aimlessly walking around the mall that the phone store is in. I manage to pick up a few outfits on clearance to get me through, until I decide to return to my apartment. I don’t know when that’ll be, but one thing’s for certain: I need a few days to myself. It feels reckless blowing some of my savings on nothing worth buying, but my mental heath requires it. My head’s been in the clouds where my family and the club’s concerned, and it’s time I come out of it. My blinders are off and I’m seeing everything for exactly what it is.

  I don’t blame the club for my sadness and reality check. There’re many good facets of the MC, I recognize as much, but it has it’s flaws. Take Sterling, for example. KOC has the power to decide who he sleeps with, who he dates, who he has at his house, and who knows what else. He could be in love with me, but none of it would matter, because he’s wanted that patch for as long as I can remember. Him and Ruin have talked about it nonstop since we were kids. Back then it was all one big fairytale: they’d become brothers in the club and I’d be riding away in the sunset with them both…on the back of Sterling’s motorcycle. Boy was I wrong on that one. This is not some biker fairytale where dreams come true and all that jazz.

  I grab some snacks while stopping to top my car off with gas and head back to the hotel. I grabbed some powdered sugar donuts and Dr. Pepper because I need some sugar overload in my life. Nothing is waiting for me there, and the loneliness of it all seems daunting. It’s okay, though.
I need it. I have to be able to see things clearly to remain strong. No one’s pretty words and notions will sway me. I’m holding my ground.

  I get to my room and order a pizza. Flipping on the TV, I wait. And think of Sterling.

  For two days I repeat the pattern, waking up to shower. I head to the mall soon after and walk around looking at stuff I care absolutely nothing about. I’m not truly shopping. I’m using the time to think and attempt to come up with a plan. I have to get my family to back off some more, and I need to figure out a way to live my life without Sterling being in the center of it. How do you move on from someone you never really had in the first place? I was fully invested with him, handing over my emotions and feelings on a silver platter, and he simply bypassed them altogether.

  I finally give in and text Magnolia. She’s probably worried about me, especially if the club’s been around to harass her at all. I’m sure at this point they have, or at least my brother. If Magnolia didn’t already know about the club, she’d probably think my family were mobsters or something. Ruin’ll be doing my father’s bidding, shaking down my friends and job for my location. It’s too bad; they won’t get it until I’m ready.

  “Hey, it’s Leigh,” I say immediately when she answers.

  “Shit! I almost ignored this thinking it was spam. Where are you? Are you okay? What happened? Tell me everything!” she peppers quietly into the phone. I can hear her shuffling around, probably moving away from customers.

  “Not much to tell. I found out my family has been keeping tabs on my phone, so I took off for a while to clear my head and get some space. I love them, but I’m so angry and hurt inside over it.”

  “Jesus, they’re like helicopter parents. I thought bikers were supposed to make you rough and tough and all that shit.”

  “Hardly. You know my parents. We grew up pretty normal compared to everyone else, regardless of what they may falsely believe. Anyhow, has my brother been around to ask about me?”