King's Harlots 1-3

by J. M. Walker

  Our gazes locked, something switching between us. His chest heaved, his back stiffening. All I could think about was running my fingers over his smooth skin, feeling his muscles tighten and twitch beneath them.

  I shook my head, ridding myself of that thought. It is not the time, Meeka. Not the time at all to be thinking about your best friend and how good he would look writhing beneath you. Shit.

  “You need to get those thoughts out of your head, Meeka,” Asher said roughly.

  My cheeks burned. “I’m not thinking anything.”

  He grunted, hitting the bag once again. “I know when a woman is thinking dirty thoughts. Her eyes dilate. Her lips part. That dryness in your mouth? It’s because you turned yourself on. As hot as the couple kisses we shared were, we have a job to do.”

  “You’re so fucking sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I bristled, scowling at the man who invaded my mind.

  “I have every right to be sure of myself, Meeka. I know what your mouth tastes like.” He shrugged. “Just wait until I taste your body.”

  Exasperated, I huffed. “Tell me what I have to do.” I waved a hand in front of me. “What does Charles want?”

  “He wants you perfect because I refuse to use one of his girls.”

  “Use one of his girls? For what?”

  “You do know what he’s involved in, right? What the operation is about?” Asher grabbed hold of the punching bag, staring at me intently.

  “Human trafficking,” I answered, my voice small.

  He scoffed. “Trafficking women for sex, Meeka. They get kidnapped, drugged, and trained. They are then sold to anyone who is willing to spend the money so the females can live out their days serving their Master. Or until their Master gets bored and tosses them aside like shit.”

  “I …” I swallowed hard. “Oh, God.”

  “These men are so fucking vile God has given up on them.” Asher paced back and forth in front of me, pushing his hand through his hair every so often.

  “What am I supposed to do?” I shouldn’t have asked the question. I didn’t want to know the answer but I needed to find out. What my role was in the situation, how I could help my best friend bring down the bastards who had disrupted our small town. I needed to help Asher in any way I could, because as much as he had been trying to hide it, I could see something wasn’t right with him after he came back from his last mission.

  “Submit.”

  I nodded, lowering myself to the floor. Letting my head drop in my hands, I took deep cleansing breaths. Submit. Ha. To whom?

  “Meeka,” Asher said gently.

  “Who am I submitting to?”

  Thick fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hands free from my face.

  I glanced up, staring into Asher’s eyes.

  “Me.”

  A flush of heat washed over my body at the gruffness of that one word. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have laughed and teased him about it. I knew about kink. I’d read stories. Seen movies. But I didn’t know the details. I wasn’t naïve, but I also wasn’t overly sexually experienced. It had been awhile. “How?”

  His jaw ticked. “That’s what we need to discuss.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Meeka.” Asher rubbed his thumb over my pulse point in soothing circles.

  “Please. I need to know. I want to help you, but I need you to be honest with me.”

  “Charles wants me to break you. That’s what they do. They’re drugged so they won’t scream and fight back. Once the drugs wear off, pain is used to force them into submission. This lifestyle is sick and twisted, Meeka. They make BDSM sound like it’s evil when it’s really not. Bondage and submission can be a beautiful thing if it’s consensual between all parties. But the organization is making up their own rules.”

  “People pay for this?” My heart raced, my palms becoming sweaty.

  “Yes, Hummingbird. It’s why we need to bring down these bastards. But until we can find out who and where the main hub is, there’s shit we can do.”

  “And that’s what you’re doing?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

  “Yeah. I’m so sorry for bringing you into it, but I don’t trust anyone else.” He glanced down at his hand in my lap.

  “I know.” I took a deep breath. “I’m pissed that you didn’t come to me sooner. If you would have told me in the first place, it would have been less of a blow when you gave me that letter from Angel.”

  “How did you know it was from him?”

  “I’m not stupid.” I brushed my thumb over the tiny scars on his knuckles. “You also trained me, remember? I know you had no choice. Maybe I should be more upset, but we both know I can’t stay mad at you.”

  A small smile tugged at his lips. “Probably doesn’t help we both know each other so well, either.”

  I shrugged. Best friends turned lovers. It had happened, but could it happen to us? I wasn’t sure, but if the kisses we shared were any indication, I was up for it.

  “Let’s continue working out before I lose my damn mind,” Asher grumbled, rising to his full height. He went back to the punching bag. It was how he was wired. Whenever frustration settled in, he worked out. It had been like that for years.

  I headed over to the treadmill. Running was my thing. No matter what happened in life, I always felt better after building up a good sweat. If that sweat could be from other things, it would be even more satisfying.

  While Asher lifted some weights, I pounded my feet into the mat of the treadmill. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same about those kisses. Did he kiss me because it was the only thing he could think of? Did he have the same reaction as me? God, I had never worried about that before. Even with the couple of guys I had been with, I didn’t overly care if they were attracted to me. I could never understand why, but I just wasn’t that into them. Maybe I was saving myself for that one, that special person who complemented me.

  Suddenly, I felt a warm body behind me. A large hand reached in front of me, turning off the treadmill. I came to a stop, my heart racing hard against my ribs. My blood pounded, deafening me.

  I didn’t know what Asher’s intentions were. But when his finger brushed down the side of my neck, a purr escaped my mouth. My body betrayed me. It was a small touch but it had been more than I had in months.

  “You interrupted my run,” I told Asher, gripping the sides of the machine.

  “I did.” The deep rumble of his voice washed over me, caressing my skin and squeezing my soul.

  “Why?”

  Asher spun me in his arms, curling his fist in my hair. “Because of this.”

  Before I could protest, his mouth came down on mine. I breathed him in, leaning into his touch. He tasted of mint, smelled of spice, and was hard as a rock. My senses became overloaded, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back.

  Asher curled his fist in my hair, pulling my head back to give him better access to my mouth. His tongue circled against mine. His free hand roamed down the side of my body before gripping my ass. He groaned, the sound rumbling from his broad chest.

  The kiss deepened. Caging me in with his thick arms, Asher ground his pelvis into mine.

  I gasped.

  Lifting me in his arms, Asher wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed his hips into mine.

  All I could do was hold onto him while he took control of my mouth and body. An ache formed between my legs, getting stronger as the kiss went on. He swallowed my sounds of pleasure, massaging his hands into the flesh of my body. Being held by him felt natural. Real. Needed. I couldn’t help but give in.

  Asher broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down the length of my jaw. A peck here. A nip there. With each touch, my heart jumped. Each breath, each moan, I opened myself to him.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Hummingbird,” he purred against my skin.

  “Asher,” I moaned.

  Shit. A moment of clarity struck me. “No.” I pushed him back, shoving out of his
grip, and jumped off the treadmill. With a shaky hand, I brushed it through my hair, trying everything to compose myself. “We can’t.” As much as I wanted to continue—God did I ever want to continue—I couldn’t. We couldn’t. It wasn’t right. We were best friends. It was a heat of the moment situation. He only kissed me to prove a point to Charles.

  Hello, Meeka. He kissed you again, didn’t he?

  I shook myself. “I can’t.”

  “And why not?” he asked, casually leaning against the treadmill with his arms crossed.

  “We’re best friends. It’s not right.”

  “You say that, but yet you keep kissing me back.”

  He stood a foot away from me, but I could still feel him. His hard waist grounding into mine. His length pulsing against my inner thigh. Asher knew I had felt him. Growing. Heating with a fire that could no doubt make me burn with desire. But for him? Those feelings and thoughts were new and overwhelming, hitting me all at once. He must have been battling the same conflict by the look of sheer hunger in his bright-blue eyes. No one had ever looked at me that way. No one had ever kissed me like that. Asher knew I wasn’t overly experienced after many drunken nights of me complaining about the lack of men lining up at my doorstep.

  “Why do you keep doing that?” I asked, needing to break the unnerving silence between us.

  “Doing what?”

  “Kissing me.”

  “Are you complaining, Hummingbird?” He grinned, his gaze twinkling.

  “I want to know what’s going on.” I took a step back until I hit the wall. With nowhere to run, I lifted my chin and stood my ground.

  “I’ll tell you when you answer my question, Meeka.” He closed the distance between us, placing both hands on either side of my head. He caged me in, his big body towering over my tiny frame but I didn’t feel small. No. With Asher, I felt like a woman who had been opened up to new possibilities. New control. He made me feel powerful even before we ever shared that first kiss.

  “Meeka.” He licked his lips.

  My chest heaved, my nipples hardening at the husky use of my name. “Asher.”

  He leaned down, his mouth brushing over mine. It was so soft, a spark cracked. “I’m going to kiss you again. And you’re not going to complain, are you?”

  I shook my head so slowly I wasn’t sure if it had moved or not.

  “Words,” he demanded, his voice rough. “I need your words.”

  Knowing what we were doing was new for both of us, I appreciated his holding back. But I found that I wanted to venture on that new journey with him. Even if it was just a kiss. I wanted my mouth to be owned by his lips. I wanted him to show me, teach me what it was like to truly be kissed by the person you trusted most in the world. My breath caught.

  Fuck it. “Kiss me.”

  “Fucking a.” His mouth crushed mine, moving fluidly and slow. Oh, so achingly slow.

  I itched to touch him, but my hands stayed at my side.

  Like I had hoped, he controlled me with just a kiss.

  His tongue slid between my lips, dancing a path of pure lust and passion with mine.

  The kiss was nothing like the previous ones. It was desperate. It hinted with a greater pleasure neither of us had ever experienced. It promised ecstasy.

  I moaned, silently begging for more.

  Asher repeated his movements every so often, causing more sounds of pleasure to leave my mouth.

  I realized he did it when he wanted my moans. My purrs. The desire he built in me to grace his ears. They all belonged to him.

  All too soon, he broke the kiss.

  Our chests rose and fell with ragged breath.

  His eyes glowed, searing into my heart. “Is that the kiss you were hoping for?” His voice came out gravelly. “Because, baby, I’d be happy to do it again.”

  I stepped underneath his arm, walking away from his passionate stare. I needed … I wasn’t even sure, but those kisses … God, could he ever kiss. They were so damn good, they messed with my head.

  “We … That …” I stuttered, brushing a shaky hand down my face. “We can’t do that again.” I kept repeating that statement but even I started not to believe it.

  “And why not? Those moans leaving your mouth were not because you didn’t like it, Meeka.”

  “We’re best friends.” I turned to him. “Our heads are not in the right place.”

  “Oh, I can tell you that my head is in the perfect place. But I do know of an even better spot.” His eyes roamed down the length of my body. “You can deny it all you want, but I know you enjoyed that kiss and I also know, you want more.”

  “Asher.” My cheeks burned.

  “What, Meeka? Did you not like my tongue fucking your mouth? Because I am up for a do over.”

  “I …”

  “Tell me, Hummingbird.” He closed the distance between us and cupped my chin. “Are you up for a do over?”

  “Yes,” I responded without even hesitating.

  He smirked. “Good.” He kissed me hard on the mouth. “Because I am going to have the greatest enjoyment pleasing my body with yours.”

  FIVE

  Asher

  MOANS. PURRS. LITTLE whimpers that were all meant for me. When my tongue slid into Meeka’s mouth, it teased and caressed. It showed her who was in control. I demanded her pleasure when I deemed it necessary. I took her desire by the reins and gave her a hint of what I was capable of. But I knew it wouldn’t last long. She may have pleaded for me to kiss her back, but she was stuck on the fact that we were best friends. Either way, I would fuck her. Eventually. I understood her hesitation but after the unexpected first kiss we shared, all bets were off. I wanted her. I had wanted her for years, but she didn’t know that. I was too much of a fucking pussy to tell her. Every time I saw her with another guy, I would head to the gym. She was the main reason I had worked out so hard. Among other things.

  Fisting her thick hair in my hand, I pulled her head back. It gave me better access to her mouth and while I swallowed her moans, I grazed my free hand down her side. Her sexy as sin curves made me harder. My cock threatened to explode in my pants if I didn’t get inside her soon.

  “Please,” she muttered against my mouth.

  I broke the kiss, mentally counting to ten before I spoke again. The woman was going to be the death of my dick. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  Meeka inhaled a sharp breath, her rosy cheeks reddening even more.

  Someone was being shy. Well, she wouldn’t be once I got through with her.

  “No answer?” I grabbed her hand. “Fine, I’ll show you.” And placed it on the erection I sported in my pants.

  Her eyes widened, her mouth forming an O.

  That got her attention. “Do you feel—”

  I was never expecting her hand to grip, to squeeze until a shiver shot straight up my back.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, leaning my forehead against hers.

  “Do I feel how hard you are?” she whispered, rubbing me over my pants. “Yes, I do. I can feel you growing under my touch.”

  My breath came out in short gasps. I always found hand jobs boring, but with Meeka … Fuck me, she could rub one out anytime and I would beg at her feet like a fucking dog.

  “Asher,” she breathed, reaching into my pants with her other hand.

  When her fingers came into contact with my dick, I jumped, letting out a hiss.

  Whatever took over Meeka’s actions, I wasn’t sure. “Meeka, what … I thought … Fuck.”

  “I wanted to touch you.” She chewed her bottom lip, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The innocence, the timid shy girl staring up at me, begged for me to take over. To bring her to that precipice of pleasure she knew I could give her. But right then, I just wanted her to pull the desire from me. No fucking. No kissing. Just her hands.

  “You feel … Your hands …” I stammered. I actually fucking stammered. This woman did that to me. She made me feel like a fucking virgin all over
again who had no idea what the hell he was doing. My balls tightened. Her hands sped up. I was going to blow, and I didn’t care that it had only been a couple of minutes. I knew without a doubt that it would be the best orgasm I ever had, and for that, I would never be ashamed to come so fast.

  Not realizing I had closed my eyes, my gaze zeroed in on the face that was tugging the ecstasy straight from my body.

  A moment of hesitation fluttered in the depths of her stare. She kept working my cock but something switched.

  I grabbed her hands, pulling them free from my pants.

  “What are you doing?” Meeka reached for my waist, but I stopped her.

  “No.” I would regret it. “I’m not having you give me a hand job because you feel like you have to.”

  “I don’t …” She sighed.

  “As much as I know I would enjoy it, I would rather have blue balls then make you feel fucking uncomfortable.” I pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Why did you touch me when you have only pushed me away this whole time?”

  “I thought …” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m not used to this.”

  “What?”

  “This thing between us. Even with the other guys I’ve been with, this—” she waved a hand in front of her “—never happened.”

  My chest tightened. Ignoring the flutter of jealousy, I took a breath. “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve always thought you were hot.” Meeka blushed. “But I never allowed myself be attracted to you because I knew we were friends. But when you kissed me, everything seemed to shift.”

  I knew exactly how she felt but whatever was changing was still new. Settling down went against everything I believed in. I didn’t deserve to be happy.

  “I just don’t want whatever happens to ruin our friendship,” she continued, grazing her fingers down my stomach. “I know how you are.”

  What could I say? I had a history. A reputation of sorts. Was I proud of it? No. But having a shitty start to my life, I relied on the only thing that made me feel good. Sex. And lots of it.

  “I don’t need my lifestyle brought up,” I said, a little more harshly then I had intended. Although I lived the life, I didn’t want to be reminded of it daily. I was an asshole, and I treated the women I had been with like shit but they never said no. They begged for it. Consent was key in everything I did and with everyone I had been with.