Rude (King's Harlots MC Book 4)

by J. M. Walker

  I sighed, a flush of heat coating my neck. At first when he turned me down weeks ago, it was embarrassing but now it just pissed me the fuck off. I didn’t know what he wanted, but apparently, it wasn’t me. I wasn’t good enough. Or he wasn’t good enough for that matter. I didn’t care about his past or his demons. I wanted him. Just one night. I wanted a moment where I connected with another person and not feel ashamed for the dark thoughts racing through my mind. That was one reason why I became attracted to the guy. I could see he was hiding behind his dominant exterior when really, he was a vulnerable little boy.

  Rolling over onto my back, I jumped when I saw a dark shadow move out of the corner of my room.

  My stomach tumbled when my gaze landed on Coby. “What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice disappearing into the darkness of the night.

  He didn’t say anything. He stalked back and forth in front of my bed, keeping his eyes locked with mine. I could sense the battle going on inside of him. Should he, or shouldn’t he?

  Before I could answer my own question, his full mouth spread into a wicked grin. Coming toward me, he ripped the blankets off the bed, exposing my scantily-clad body.

  So many questions bounced around in my head. I wanted to ask why the sudden change of heart but all I could focus on was this beautiful man standing before me.

  With a firm grip, he wrapped both of his hands around my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

  A gasp escaped me but I couldn’t move. Even if I wanted to, I was held captive by his stare. This was it. It was finally happening. And now that it was, I had no idea what to expect.

  Flipping me onto my stomach, he loomed over me. His hot breath scorched the back of my neck. Running the back of his knuckles down my spine, he gripped the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head. His hips pushed into the flesh of my ass, strengthening that heat I had felt for him since the first time he looked at me.

  I panted, arching beneath him. “Please.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, fisting my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. His rough calloused fingers slid to my breast. Pinching and squeezing. Massaging and kneading until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

  The sting from the strands of my hair being ripped from my scalp forced a smile onto my lips. Pushing my ass back against him, I reveled in the feel of him growing and hardening under my touch.

  “How long has it been since you felt a thick cock inside of you?” he asked, his rough voice sliding over my body.

  “Too long.” I pushed up onto shaky arms, gazing at him over my shoulder. “When was the last time you felt a wet pussy sucking your dick dry?”

  His eyes darkened, his grin widening. “A week ago.”

  “Hmm …” I continued to rub my ass against him. “Did you think of me when you fucked her?” Although I was jealous of the women he had been with already, I knew I could make him forget them.

  “With every damn thrust, I thought of you,” he snarled, pushing my head into the mattress.

  “Good.” Digging my fingers into the sheets, I waited. For him to take control. For him to give me what I had been craving since I became sexually active years before. For him to just let me be … me.

  With a rough tug, Coby ripped my panties in half and pushed them into my face. “Smell how much you want me.”

  I inhaled, letting out a moan when the sweet scent from my body tingled into my nose. “I’ve wanted you for months.” Rising onto all fours, I gave my hips a shake. I played dirty and I knew what I wanted. I was comfortable in my body and wanted him to know it.

  Coby gave my ass a hard swat, pushing me forward, and knelt behind me. Pulling the belt free from the loops in his jeans, he wrapped the leather around my arms. Binding them behind my back, he held the buckle in one hand while sliding the other down the side of my body. “You will submit to me.”

  I licked my lips, my blood pounding in my ears. “Make me.”

  The sound of a zipper lowering, followed by a tin foil wrapper, invaded the silence in the room.

  With a rough hold on my arms, he pushed my head further into the mattress before thrusting into me hard.

  My eyes widened, the breath of air I had been holding leaving me on a gasp. I felt him everywhere. Every inch. Every vein. Every hard muscle. I could feel the blood pumping through his body, giving him the energy to fuck me how he saw fit.

  Coby pushed into me, thrusting rough and violent. He gave me what I craved, showing me that it was okay and I wasn’t the only one who held some darkness inside of them.

  My body burned, stretching around him to meet his glorious size. I had always imagined that it would be like this. Intense. Dark. Dangerous. But utterly delicious.

  “Can you hear your cunt sucking me, Brogan?” He leaned over me, the scruff of his jaw scratching my cheek while he pet my hair.

  “You feel so good,” was all I could get out.

  He grunted, pumping his dick deep inside of me.

  That familiar tingle crawled from my toes, hitting me straight in the center of my core. “Harder.”

  “Baby, my cock is going to destroy you.”

  Although I had itched to touch him, I enjoyed the feeling of being restrained. Of being completely helpless, knowing he would give me the greatest pleasure in return.

  “I’ve imagined all this time what your pussy would feel like,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

  Closing my eyes, I let his dirty words wash over me and submitted.

  ***

  (Coby)

  An hour later and I had her body tightening around my tongue. Her fingers and nails dug into my hair, pulling me closer and closer. Her hips bucked against my face, begging me to push her over that edge. I could eat her for hours, spending the rest of my days between her legs. Brogan was so damn delicious, I lapped at her center like a starved man.

  Growling and humming, I let the vibrations leaving my throat rumble through her.

  She whimpered, thrusting her hips upward.

  Releasing her with a pop, I spread the folds of her pussy. “Come all over my face, baby.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Her eyes were wide with passion as she watched me. “Please.”

  I grinned, gripped her ass, and dove into her hard.

  The sounds of her screams sent me over the edge but I didn’t want this to end anytime soon. Knowing I wouldn’t be there when she woke up in a couple hours, I would fuck her until she passed out in my arms.

  Brogan’s cunt continued to tighten around my tongue as I forced another orgasm out of her.

  “Coby,” she begged, shaking beneath me. “I … I can’t take anymore.”

  Sucking her clit between my teeth, I lapped and pulled until another release crashed through her.

  Releasing her completely, I sat back and knelt between her spread thighs.

  She stared up at me with dark sleepy eyes.

  Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her curly hair matted to her forehead.

  Needing to leave her with a little something extra, I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and stroked. Up. Down. I pulled and tugged, imagining her pretty little mouth wrapped around the tip. Her teeth sinking into me until I came hard down her throat. But for now, coming on her stomach and pussy would have to do.

  Rolling over onto my side, my muscles twitched and jumped with the protest. Every inch of me was sated. Completely and utterly satisfied. Experiencing the night with Coby was something I would never forget. A part of me didn’t expect it to happen again but a girl could dream. He was nothing like I imagined. He was more. So much more.

  The scent of sex permeated from the blankets I was wrapped in. Snuggling into them, I inhaled deep and let out a peaceful sigh.

  I remembered when he gave me a little something to remember him by. Coby coming on my stomach was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

  A hard bang sounded on my door, startling me.

  “What are you doing in there?” Creena called out, kno
cking on the door again.

  Wrapping a sheet around my sore body, I made my way to the door and opened it an inch.

  She laughed, looking down at my makeshift dress. “Good night?”

  “You have no idea.” I grinned. “What’s up?”

  “Boss lady wants a meeting. There’s some more news on the clubs being blown to shit and …” Creena sighed. “Another death.”

  “Fuck me,” I grumbled. “Be out in five.”

  Slamming the door shut, I quickly took a shower. As much as I didn’t want to, I washed Coby off me. God, that beautiful delicious man. One thing struck me as odd. He never kissed me. Not even a peck. He fucked and left but I didn’t even remember him leaving. My stomach twisted. No. I would not get upset over this. I had been hurt too many times over stupid men. I refused to let another destroy my heart.

  Once I finished cleaning myself up, I got dressed and headed out into the main part of the club. Jay usually held meetings in one of the large rooms, but when I didn’t see anyone in it, I went outside.

  Everyone was standing around the Rod’s Construction trailer. It was Angel’s company but since Asher had been medically discharged due to PTSD, it was now his in a way. Since Angel hired him as manager, Asher had been busy and taking on as many jobs as he could. Living in the small shithole town we did, there was enough work to last him the rest of his life.

  “Brogan,” Meeka called out, slipping away from Asher. “How are you?” She raised an eyebrow. “You look exhausted.”

  Was it that obvious? I chuckled. “It was a …” The hairs on the back of my neck tingled.

  Coby came up beside us, nodded once at Meeka and walked up to the rest of the crew. Not paying me any attention, he headed into the trailer.

  “Long night?” Meeka teased, snapping me from my thoughts.

  “Yes.” Part of me wanted to demand Coby to talk to me but I wasn’t that kind of girl.

  Ignoring the raging thoughts forcing their way into my mind, I went back inside to make myself some coffee.

  As I was taking a sip of the soothing liquid, everyone made their way into the club one by one. The noisy chatter was something that I would never get used to. Although we held many parties, those people weren’t family. But these guys? Vice-One was now a part of our lives whether we cared to admit it or not.

  “I’m not letting you stay here by yourself,” Angel told Jay, brushing his finger down her cheek.

  “I won’t be by myself, baby.” She stood on tiptoes and kissed him fully on the mouth. “I have my sisters.”

  “We’re not leaving. You deal with your club business first and then my guys and I will join you.”

  “Angel.” Jay placed her hands on her hips, staring up at him defiantly.

  “You can argue with me all you want and insist that you’ll be fine but we’re not leaving. You should know by now that your protection comes first.”

  She sighed. “Fine. Let me talk to my girls first.”

  Angel kissed her forehead, giving her hand a light squeeze before rounding up the guys, and headed back outside.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, making my way up to Jay. Besides some shithead blowing up clubs, I could sense something else was at stake.

  Jay whistled, signaling for everyone to follow her.

  “As you know, Max is taking a break,” Jay said, sitting at the head of the table. “I don’t know when she’ll be back but she’s asked to step down as vice-president for the time being.”

  My heart gave a start. I knew it was coming but I still didn’t like hearing the words.

  “Dale needs to get his head out of his ass,” Creena mumbled.

  “I agree but that’s not important right now,” Jay folded her hands on top of the table. “We have to worry about Max and the baby. She’s staying with Angel and me right now. The guys don’t want us being alone.”

  “Creena and I are staying here,” I pointed out.

  “We’ll get to that.” Jay took a breath. “Brogan, I would like to have you as vice-president until Max gets back on her feet.”

  “Really? But I …” I leaned forward. “I appreciate that. I really do but I don’t … I don’t think it will go well with the other shit I do.”

  “That’s why you would be perfect for the job.” Jay smirked. “You’re a tough little thing. Most men are scared of you and anyone who has been in your chair knows what you are capable of.”

  I still wasn’t sure if I should have been proud of that or not. “Yeah, but you think I’m really capable of being the VP?” I was always behind the scenes. The only time you saw me with the rest of the crew was when we went on a ride. Which didn’t happen often. God, I missed my bike.

  Jay smiled. “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t. All the girls agree. It was Max’s idea in the first place.”

  I looked at Creena and Meeka. They both grinned, nodding their heads in encouragement.

  “Can I think about it?” I wasn’t sure why I was second guessing my capability of helping with the club. It wasn’t like I didn’t do it in the first place. But the title alone scared me.

  “You can.” Jay frowned. “Is something wrong?”

  “I … I just need time.”

  “Okay.” She turned to Creena. “Can you let the guys in?”

  Creena did as she was asked, holding the door open for Vice-One before taking her place back at the table.

  I tried ignoring the heat crawling up my spine. I tried ignoring the way the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. But as Coby sat beside me, all the air was sucked out of my lungs. Much to my dismay, he pulled my chair closer to his.

  With a hand that had given me so much pleasure the night before, he cupped my inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

  My body stiffened. Pushing his hand away, I crossed my legs. Whatever game he was playing, he wouldn’t win.

  Coby pulled me closer. “You think you can get away from me, little one?” he whispered in my ear.

  “You need to keep your hands to yourself before I stab you in the dick,” I threw back at him, trying to focus on what Jay was saying to the group.

  “Now why would you do that?” his voice lowered. “You seemed to like my dick last night.”

  “Because you won’t leave me alone,” I mumbled.

  Coby gripped my knee, digging his fingers into the bone. “I’ll never leave you alone, Brogan.”

  I sighed, uncrossing my legs. I linked my fingers between his, stopping his hand from going any higher.

  A deep chuckle left his mouth.

  “What’s so funny?” I scowled.

  “You like it when I touch you.” His words heated me from within.

  Before I could respond, a heavy smack on the table made me jump.

  “Brogan,” Jay barked. “Problem?”

  Yes. A large six-foot-five one. “No.”

  “Care to join us in on this little meeting?” Jay’s words were meant to bite but instead, a hint of amusement flashed in her gaze.

  “Sorry,” I dug my nails into Coby’s hand. “I’m a little distracted. What were you saying?”

  ***

  (Coby)

  I couldn’t help but tease her. Her spitfire little energy amused me. My dick twitched, needing to get back inside of her tight body. This was new for me. I was a fuck them once and leave kind of guy. Unless they were paid for.

  With Brogan’s nails digging into my hand, the sting sent a fire roaring through my body. She played dirty, and I’d chop off my left nut just to see how messy she could get.

  “My father’s crew is on a rampage,” Jay’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “All of them have sticks up their asses about what club is going to get hit next.” She let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I need you all to do what you do best and get me as much information as possible.”

  “I’ll talk to Greyson,” Brogan spoke up, relaxing her hold on my hand. “He’s supposed to be coming down in the next
week or so.”

  “Okay.” Jay nodded. “Good.” She turned to Angel. “When do you guys leave for your next mission?”

  “In a week,” Angel answered, his gaze flicking to Asher.

  Asher shifted his weight in his seat.

  My chest panged for my brother. If there was something I could do to make it so he could be back in the military, I would. Although it would take a couple of weeks, he was put on stress leave. He didn’t want anyone knowing about his past or the demons that kept him up at night.

  Meeka rubbed her hand up and down his arm, whispering softly to him.

  He smiled, kissing her nose.

  Turning my hand over, I cupped Brogan’s and linked our fingers.

  She looked up at me, her brows furrowing.

  Yeah, I have no idea what I’m doing either, little one.

  All I knew was that I craved her touch. Her darkness made me feel normal. Like it was okay to have an off day. She would be the light in my shadows whether she cared to admit it or not.

  “Do we know what club was hit last?” Creena asked, pulling her hair up into one of those messy bun things that I could never understand.

  “My dad said it was a chapter in a couple towns over.” Jay pinched the bridge of her nose. “Dante’s Kings are using their resources and trying to do what they can to bring these bastards down. Everyone is coming together but no one knows shit. It has to be Charles Brian and his band of merry men.”

  Mumbled curses sounded around the room.

  Charles Brian was the epitome of evil. Running a human trafficking ring and kidnapping Asher and Meeka a couple months ago, he was first on my hit list.

  “Charles has laid low since last time,” Angel pointed out. “We need to find out why he targeted Brogan in the first place.”

  “He was probably just targeting all of us,” I muttered.

  “We should have fucking killed him when we had a chance,” Dale muttered, cracking his knuckles.

  “As much as I agree, you know we couldn’t. We’re already stepping out of our job description. We’re Navy SEALs. We deal with terrorist shit. Not human trafficking.” Angel rubbed the back of his neck. “If Vega wouldn’t have brought us into this shit …”