King Series Firsts Box Set: King, Lawless & Preppy Part One

by T. M. Frazier

  He may be able to fool Bear, but there was no fucking way he was fooling me.

  I wanted Preppy to send Bear away, strip me naked, and fuck me sideways. I wanted him to tell me I was his. Not just my pussy. ALL OF ME.

  I wanted him to keep me.

  But just then, I saw the mask click in place. The one he put on when he wanted to shut out the world, and I knew there was no coming back from where we’d just crossed over.

  A part of me wanted nothing more than to hold him and tell him it was okay, and a part of me hated him and wanted him to hurt as badly as he’d made me hurt.

  Bear’s warm chest pressed against my back, his lips trailed over every inch of skin on my shoulders and neck, but it wasn’t his touch making the hairs on my arms stand on end or drenching my panties. It was the look on Preppy’s face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced briefly with a flash of hurt that I would have missed if I’d blinked a second earlier.

  Preppy cleared his throat and straightened his posture, putting his mask back in place and returning my hand gesture with a middle finger of his own, pressed against his closed lips.

  Challenge accepted.

  We were over well before we had a chance to get started, but we were about to go out with a bang.

  Thirty-Five

  DRE

  Bear pulled my tank top off of my head and dropped it to the floor. He pushed down my bra, exposing my breasts to Preppy, whose gaze dropped from my eyes to my chest. Bear twisted and pulled at my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Preppy watched with his mouth partially open as my nipples peaked and stood firmly at attention, pointing accusingly toward him. His jaw tightened, and a twisted part of me reveled in the fact that he was jealous and pissed off, even if it was his own fucking fault.

  “Let’s get rid of this,” Bear said, pushing my skirt down. He pressed down between my shoulder blades, shoving my chest onto the mattress, my butt high up in the air. He slapped each ass cheek once, before hooking his thumbs into my panties and pulling them off.

  Preppy’s eyes went from my ass to my face, and that’s when I realized that I was losing the challenge after all, a part of him was loving what he was seeing when I was hoping it would enrage him and make him feel guilty for what he’d done. I was still pissed, but witnessing Preppy turned on was enough to make me wet all over again. “Fuck you have a nice pussy,” Bear said from behind me. He leaned over me, pushing me down further into the mattress. That’s when I felt his hard cock, large and hot, throbbing against my lower back. He reached between my legs and circled the wetness at my opening. “Fuck, your so fucking wet and ready,” he growled. He smelled like whiskey, cologne, and motor oil. A sexy combination of smells that had me arching into him when he touched me, my eyes never leaving Preppy’s, who swallowed hard.

  He pushed off the wall and, for a moment, I thought it was over. That I’d pushed him far enough and had won our little game. He stalked over to the bed. “Lift her up,” he said to Bear, pulling down his pants and kicking off his boxers. His enormous cock bobbed up and down as it was freed from its confines. The tip swollen and purple, dripping.

  I licked my lips and groaned at the sight.

  Bear kept his body pressed against mine, he lifted me up by my shoulders until we were both back on our knees. His breath against my neck, one hand on my breast the other between my legs, his thumb strumming against my clit like he was playing the guitar. Preppy, now completely naked, the chords of muscles in his neck tight, the lines of muscle leading down to all his glory contracted as he laid down on the bed with his head on the pillow. “Come here,” he said, his voice strained. Bear released his hold on me and I crawled slowly up Preppy’s beautiful body until we were face to face, and I was hovering just inches over his lips. He reached down between us, his hand finding my wetness.

  He grabbed my hips and ground me against his shaft. Desire coursed through my veins, along with the deep need to have him inside me, to fill me.

  Preppy reached up, grabbing onto the headboard, his biceps flexing. I reached down and stroked him from root to tip and he hissed between his teeth. Another hand reached under me from behind, again circling my opening, gathering my wetness on his fingertips. The additional set of hands, the scent of two men, the heat of having them both surrounding me, took my body to the very height of sensation.

  Preppy looked around my shoulder at Bear, whose hand was suddenly gone. Preppy pulled me down by my neck, bringing me down to him again. With his other hand he grabbed his shaft and rubbed it around in my folds, gathering my wetness on the tip. Just as he started pushing inside, I felt another type of pressure against my ass and that’s when Preppy surged inside of me, kissing me like the crazed and crazy man he was.

  Around my back entrance was a feeling very much like when your foot falls asleep and then comes back to life. A tingling. The pins and needles type of sensation that had me anticipating Bear’s penetration. There was a pinch of pain that had me clinging to Preppy, who stilled inside me, my pussy tightening around his cock, as if even it, was holding on to him for dear life. Preppy swallowed my cries into his mouth and groaned. His kiss unrelenting as Bear fully seated himself inside of me. I felt full. So fucking full.

  And, even though I wasn’t supposed to.

  I loved it.

  Love wasn’t the only unexpected feeling I had.

  There was also POWER.

  I was the one in control. Helpless between these two men, but in charge of their pleasure, and by giving them the power it was me who had the real power. Bear’s hands again covered my breasts as I my face hovered just inches above Preppy’s. Bear reared back and thrust forward into me, and I cried out. I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. It felt good. So fucking good, because when he pushed inside me again, I wanted to feel even more. I rocked on top of Preppy and it was like every part of my body was being touched, stroked, seduced. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm the second that Preppy began to fuck up into me.

  I was dripping down Preppy’s cock. He lifted me up, just so he could push me back down again, thrusting up into me and pushing me back onto Bear, who matched Preppy’s rhythm which was quick and brutal, he fucked me like he was deranged. Bear’s hips slammed roughly against my ass. He growled a deep angry growl every time he was fully inside of me and moaned when he pulled back out, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he held on to me like he was riding me. Preppy’s hands trailed down the valley of my breasts and the flat of my stomach, until he was between my legs, stroking my clit yet again, playing it like an instrument he was well acquainted with. “You like that?” Bear muttered against my ear, as Preppy’s leisurely stroking of my clit became a furious motion. Bear thrusted harder inside of me, his balls smacking against my ass.

  I opened my eyes and locked on to Preppy’s gaze to find him already watching me. It was the quietest he’d ever been since I met him. Especially during sex. He looked as if he were barely holding on. His forehead lined. His chest rising and falling quickly as he panted through his pleasure. The way he tipped his chin up and his cock throbbed inside my pussy, along with one long deep surge of Bear, was sending me closer and closer toward a thunderous release. “Yes, yes!” I cried, as my insides pulsed and contracted, drawing both men deeper inside of me.

  This wasn’t just sex.

  It was beautiful torture.

  Beads of sweat gathered on Preppy’s forehead, his jaw clenched hard as he furiously fucked me, thrusting wildly into me from underneath, his grip on my hips so tight it was painful. The muscles of his thighs tensed as I rode him. Bear grunted, low and sexy, the sound vibrating through me with each stroke. “I’m gonna…” I started, but I couldn’t even get it out because the sensation that had been building in my lower stomach, a slow burn, had turned into an all out raging wildfire, spreading from my core to the rest of my body and back, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that continued on and on and on. Preppy craned his neck, “Fuck,” he groaned, his lips found mine once again and he
absorbed my cries into his mouth as I screamed out my orgasm. He roared into me as I felt his cock grow impossibly hard before shooting his hot release deep inside of me. I crashed down from my out of this world orgasm so hard I could barley stay upright, falling forward onto Preppy with him still deep inside my pussy. Bear quickening his pace in and out of my ass, causing the dying sensations inside of me to start to grow all over again. I clenched around Preppy’s softening cock which twitched in response.

  “God damn, it felt so fucking good when you came around my cock,” muttered Bear, who pulled out of me on the strangled cry of his own release.

  Still drunk from my orgasm, I didn’t move from Preppy’s chest as Bear rolled off of me and onto his back at the end of the bed. “Holy shit,” he said. I glanced over my shoulder to see him disposing of a condom I didn’t know he had on, but was suddenly really grateful for.

  Preppy finally spoke, “I’m glad it was good for you, Care Bear, now get the fuck out.”

  Bear looked to us with a questioning look in his his eyes. “You kids gonna be okay unsupervised?” he asked sarcastically, dressing quickly and grabbing his whiskey on the way out.

  “Fuck you. We’ll manage,” Preppy responded, his cock again twitching inside of me. I wiggled my hips, needing more, but he grabbed my ass and held me still.

  “Okay, just know that I plan on getting good and drunk tonight and don’t feel like cleaning up blood, so don’t take shit too fucking far.” He took a long pull from his bottle and just like that he was gone, the sound of the party outside blasting through the partially opened door, then disappearing again with Bear.

  All that was left in that room was me, Preppy, and the consequences of our little game.

  A game neither of us had won.

  Thirty-Six

  DRE

  When the door clicked shut Preppy sat up and flipped me over onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head against the headboard. “Don’t think that this is over just because he left,” he said.

  “Isn’t that what it is, though? Over?” I asked, remembering my anger and trying to get up. Preppy held me firmly and all I could do was wriggle around, the muscles of his forearms barely straining under my struggling. “This game. Us. It’s all over.”

  Preppy reached under my chin and turned my face toward him. He kissed the corner of my eye, absorbing the tear that had threatened to spill down my face. He pulled back and slammed into me. “No, baby, that’s where you’re wrong. This game isn’t over. It’s only just begun,” he said, delivering another punishing thrust of his thick cock. “Except now, the game is whoever comes first, loses.” He grinned down at me, his smile real, his hair falling into his eyes. “You wanna play with me?”

  I arched my back suddenly and his cock slipped out of me. I jumped off the bed. He reached for me and I jerked my arm away. “I can take a lot of things,” I said. “I’ve had my weak moments, but I know who I am and I’m strong as fucking steel when it counts. But what I can’t take is this. Whatever you’re playing at. Whatever reason you told Bear that I could be a club slut. Because we obviously see things differently, so let me explain this to you,” I said, grabbing my clothes and pulling them on. “This isn’t a fucking game.” I pointed between us. “We’re not a fucking game!” I choked out.

  “I’m glad that you see it that way. Maybe having two cocks inside you at once fucked some sense into you after all,” Preppy said calmly, standing up and pulling on his jeans.

  “What?” I asked, frozen with my hand on the door. I turned around slowly. “What the fuck did you say?”

  Preppy ran his hand over his beard and looked to the floor, like he was trying to make a decision. When he looked up at me and his eyes met mine, I knew it had been made. “I’ve been telling you that I can’t keep you, Dre. Why the fuck do you think I was saying that?”

  “I don’t know. Because of your past and because of what happened to you and what you do…”

  “Maybe that’s part of it. But the other part is the lies I’ve been telling you to get what I want.”

  “What lies?” I said, taking a step back, afraid of what he might say.

  “Where should I start,” he asked, slowly walking toward me. “Do you want to know what I did to you? That night I brought you to Mirna’s? Do you want to hear how I took off your clothes and I ran my mouth down your body while you were unconscious? Do you want to know that I spread your legs and licked your bruised pussy because I wanted to taste you, your weakness. I wanted to swallow you and devour you, so I shoved my tongue inside of you because I fucking could.”

  “No, no you didn’t. You wouldn’t,” I stammered.

  He huffed. “Now, I know you don’t believe that,” Preppy said, buttoning his shirt as if it was just another day. His cool emotionless expression plastered back on his face, while I was in a state of shock I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to come back out of.

  He shrugged. “I thought about fucking you too, but I settled for jerking off on you instead. I came all over your stomach.”

  “Fuck you,” I said, only able to muster up enough of my voice to whisper the insult at him.

  “I may have pulled you from that tower, Doc. I may have rescued you from that motel room, but I never saved you. You were never safe.” His phone vibrated and the screen lit up, he looked down and tossed it on the bed that acted as a barrier between us, a bumper for the truth. “Go ahead. Answer it. It’s your dad,” he said, not giving me time to process the new information.

  “How?” I asked as the phone stopped vibrating before starting back up again.

  “He’s been calling for weeks. He wrote you a letter, too. It’s on top of Mirna’s fridge. Blue photo album. He wants you to come home,” he said.

  “When?” I asked.

  “Since the very beginning.”

  “But why?” I asked, but I didn’t know what I was asking. Why he lied? Why he bothered with me?

  Why I let him into my heart?

  Every word he spoke was another bullet being fired at me, but he couldn’t hit every target. His eyelids were red and heavy. His voice was raspy, “Why? Because I needed you to make those documents for me.” He paused. “Or maybe just because I like unconscious pussy.”

  I leapt onto the bed. “You son of a fucking bitch!”

  Preppy moved to the door. “Go the fuck home, Doc. You don’t belong here. You never did.” He didn’t look up when he left, closing the door with such force the cheap plastic blinds fell from the window to the floor.

  He’d slammed the door shut on the room.

  On us.

  On everything.

  Thirty-Seven

  PREPPY

  “Where you stomping off to?” Bear asked, catching up to me as I was doing just that, angrily stomping down the shell driveway. He slapped me on the back of my shoulder. “Everything okay back there?” he asked, lighting a cigarette and jerking his chin back toward the garage.

  I was about to snap something back at him, my emotions all bubbling at the surface, a place I hated them to be. My mouth hung open, ready to fire off some sarcastic retort that would have Bear seeing right through me, but I stopped myself and shut my mouth when I saw the concern written all over Bear's burly face. Or maybe it was pity. Fuck, I’d already caused so much hurt for one lifetime, I could’t stand to see him look that way. So I made a decision right then and there. My shit would be exactly that. My shit. I knew Bear and Grace well enough to know that if they knew how deep things ran with Dre, then they would take it on as their own problem. And for fucks sake, our little family had enough fucking problems to add my shit to the fucking pile.

  I slapped a smile on my face and reached into Bear’s cut, plucking his cigarettes from his pocket and tossing him back the pack after I’d slid one from the pack and lit it. “All is good, man. Just got a call from Patty who runs the GG operation off Sunset Vista,” I lied. “The mister in the grow-room is leaking. Gotta go dry out her hallway runner and fix the leak before h
er fucking pacemaker stops. Gotta keep the GG's happy. Keep growing that money.”

  “You sure that’s it?” Bear asked, scratching his head. “I thought that maybe that girl…”

  I cut him off. “That was fucking epic, right? Although, I’m not gonna lie, at one point I think I felt your balls on my fucking leg, dude.”

  “Preppy…” Bear said, still attempting to carry on some sort of serious conversation about my behavior. Wasn’t gonna happen.

  Not then.

  Not fucking ever.

  “At least now I know what to get you for Christmas. A good ball trimmer. Or maybe a wax if you’re into the pain. On second thought, maybe I’ll get waxed, might be something I’d dig.” Bear’s face began to lighten as he shifted his focus from Dre to my ridiculousness. The corners of his mouth turned upward into his signature cocky smile.

  “That’s where you’re really fucked up. You had your fucking cock deep inside a hot chick and you were thinking about my balls? Sounds like that’s your problem, not mine, motherfucker,” Bear teased, punching me playfully in the shoulder. “But hey, any girl who likes to be double stuffed will make a great BBB. She’ll fit in just fine with the brothers.”

  The rumble of an engine started and we both turned to where Wolf was mounting his bike. He rolled up slowly, and it wasn’t until he stopped right next to where we were standing that I realized Dre was on the back. I almost dropped my cigarette, sending bits of red ash flitting around in the darkness when I caught it before it could hit the ground.

  “You move quickly,” Bear said to Dre with a knowing smile.