Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos Book 5)

by Shyla Colt

  “You really enjoy what you do, don’t you?”

  She nods. “I know what it’s like to be young, lost, and looking for encouragement. I see myself in these young kids.”

  “That’s awesome. Kids need people like you who actually give a damn.”

  “I think the same. How’s the job hunt going?”

  “I found one today. I start in a week at a physical therapy center that focuses on spinal cord injuries.”

  “Sounds intense.”

  “It will be, but I’m starting off, part time, so it’s perfect.”

  “I don’t know how you keep the medical jargon straight. I mean, I have to for the brain, but bones, and muscles. Anatomy about did me in at school.”

  I laugh.

  “Oh, she came,” Dixie Rose whispers.

  I follow her gaze to find Tinley approaching in a short leather skirt and a black spaghetti tank top that shows off her small waist, and large breasts.

  We wave at her.

  “You’re looking hot tonight, Mama,” Dixie Rose teases.

  “Is this okay?” Tinley asks, nervously biting her lip.

  “Yeah, babe. There’s no dress code here,” Dixie Rose assures her.

  “You look amazing,” I say.

  “Thanks, so do you.”

  “I’m glad you came out. Mom’s need a break too.”

  “Yeah, it’s still so hard to leave him, you know? The move was a big deal, and he’s just now starting to settle in.”

  “It’s hard to raise a child when you don’t have a lot of family around,” I say.

  “Did you go through this?”

  “Oh yeah. My family is all Tennessee-based, and my ex-asshole’s parents aren’t the cuddly type. They were a lot better when Whitney was older, but I was constantly undoing the things they were saying and teaching her.” I shake my head.

  “They sound like a nightmare.”

  “Oh, they are to this day,” I say with a laugh.

  “Ugh, in-laws. On that note, I think we need a drink,” Dixie says as she leads us over to the bar.

  We order a round of tequila shots and chase them with beers. I’m warm, tingly, and relaxed as we chat. The men return, and I can’t help but beam at Freeze in his new patches. He’s actually smiling as he walks out, and I know today he’s feeling the love from his makeshift family.

  “Now we celebrate,” Stone says.

  The music kicks up louder. Brothers flood the bar and the dance floor. King Chasers stalk their prey. It’s fascinating and bizarre, like some special on cable television, only its real and I’m a part of it. Freeze strides over and, buries his fingers in my curls, and eats at my mouth until my knees are weak and I’m clutching his cut. My lungs scream for air, and my lips are bruised when he finally pulls back. His large hand on my ass anchors my body to his. I stare at him dazed and aroused. He bends and nips at my earlobe.

  “Had to make my claim known,” he whispers.

  “I guess making me wet and boneless was a bonus then?”

  He nods his head, and I giggle. He makes me feel young again.

  “Time to wet your whistle, darling. You’re far too sober,” he says.

  “Isn’t this your night?”

  “You naked and tipsy in my bed will make my night.”

  “Are you trying to intoxicate me?”

  “Ain’t no trying about it.” He steps to the bar. “Beer for me and a shot of Tequila for the lady.”

  “Wicked man.”

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He salts his own hand. I lick the crystals off, and he feeds me a lemon wedge. “Bottoms up.” He feeds me the shot, and I moan as it goes down smooth. His eyes burn with desire, and my panties get damp.

  “I’m going to fuck you tonight, B.”

  My eyes widen, and he grins as he takes a long draw off his bottle. My nipples strain against my top. I always got the sense he’s been holding back. Tonight he won’t. How the hell am I supposed to focus on anything, but how he’s going to feel pounding into my pussy?

  “You thinking bout what I said?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I want you ready.”

  I whimper.

  He chuckles and slaps my ass. “Come on, let’s go play darts.”

  “Darts?” I ask hoarsely.

  “Mmhmm.”

  “I thought you asked to play darts, not tease me to death,” I whisper as he presses against me front to back.

  “I’m helping you aim. You don’t want my help?” he asks with a fake innocence I’d find laughable if I wasn’t so damned turned on.

  “You’re distracting me, and you know it.”

  “No.” He runs his fingers over the sided of my breast, slyly. I gasp. “This would be me sidetracking you.”

  I grit my teeth and focus on the bullseye, trying in vain to ignore the bulge pressed up against my ass. Predictably, I miss.

  “You’re not concentrating hard enough, love.” He runs his thumb over my throat. I close my eyes and lean back against him, circling my hips. I need friction.

  “Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on the board.” He runs his hands down the side of my body, warming me from the inside out. The man is more dangerous than a whole bottle of Tequila and bucket of lemons.

  I grit my teeth and focus on the board once more. I narrow my eyes and hold the dart loosely before I let it fly.

  “Much better. I don’t know if that makes you determined or me off my game.” He nips at my earlobe.

  “I can’t.” I shake my head and lower my dart.

  “You can, and you will. You have one more dart to throw.” He kisses his way down my neck, and I’m trembling as I toss the dart which misses the targets completely and bounces of the edge of the board onto the floor.

  “Oh, a redo.”

  I run from him like the devil is chasing me, taking the time to recollect myself as I retrieve the dart. When I return, the torture begins again. I loose horribly. I’m soaked and trembling by the time we walk away. The friction from each step I take has me ready to orgasm.

  “Don’t you dare come until I tell you it’s okay, pretty girl,” he whispers in my arm.

  “J,” I whine.

  He chuckles and steers us toward the bar. Sinking on a stool, he pats his thighs. “Your seat for the night is here.”

  I climb into his lap, and he spreads my legs.

  “Same thing as before?” the blonde brunette asks.

  “Let’s make it two Tequila shots this time, Dolly.”

  “You got it, Freeze. Congrats again.” She flashes him a dimpled smile, and I narrow my eyes as I study her.

  There are many kinds of women involved in the club life. I want to know what type she is. Some come to work, others are working their way through college, and then there are the ones who want to land an Old Man. I know we’re not official in the club’s eyes. Girlfriends are a dime a dozen. Like the military, I have no power with that wife status. That’s on me, though, not him. He asked.

  Dolly is friendly. She’s got an easy smile and strikes up friendly conversations with every person I watch her serve. I doubt she’s after a King, or at least, not mine, which is all that really matters. Freeze moves his hand to my lap and massages my thighs, getting closer to my inner thigh with ever stroke. Dolly sets down the shots. He sets up with the salt on his hand again and proceeds to feed me two more shots. I can’t remember the last time I was drunk, but I’m buzzing on the cusp of being tipsy.

  “Good girl.” He praises me and moves his finger along the crease of my pants. I jerk against. He growls in my ear. I slowly count to ten to keep from panting like I just ran a 5k. I close my thighs around his hand. He pushes my legs open again and continues. “Don’t come, B. Not yet. You come, and I’ll paddle your ass until its red.” The words push me to the edge. I open m
y mouth and breathe deeply as I struggle to obey him.

  The thought of his hands on my ass have me squirming. He slaps my thigh lightly. I whimper.

  “You know what I think? I think you want to disobey. You want me to punish you. I think you’re silently begging me to spank you. Is that what you want?”

  Do, I? I can scarcely think with my core pulsing steadily like a heartbeat.

  “Answer me.” I shrug, unable to form words with so many mixed signals going off in my body. I’ve never played like this before. It’s exciting and scary at the same time.

  “You don’t know? I think we should find out. I’m going to bend you over my lap an—” I shudder as my self-control breaks. I grip the bar, shaking madly as I come. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard, the metallic tinge of blood fills my mouth. He finishes his beer and sets the empty brown bottle on the bar. “Let’s go.” My stomach flips. What’s he going to do to me? For once the anxiety I feel is good. I’m hyper aware of my body as we travel through the crowd. My nipples rub against the lace of the body suit, and the brush of fabric against my clit is reving me back up. We enter his dorm, and he locks the door behind us. He walks to the bed in the far corner of the room and sinks onto the edge of the mattress.

  “Come here.”

  His words are a command I don’t dare deny. I stop a few inches from him.

  “Take everything off.” I comply, stripping down with trembling hands and a greedy center that keeps clenching and releasing in desperate need of being filled. “Now come and lay cross here.” He pats his knees with his hand. I awkwardly lie on my belly. “Hold my legs, like this.” He positions my hands and caresses my ass. He squeezes my cheeks, and I shudder. “Naughty B. Disobeying me. I think twenty swats to start out. Count them back to me.” His hand comes down on my left cheek with just enough force to sting without causing real pain.

  “Oh. One.” The pleasurable ache has me dripping.

  He slaps the other cheek. “Two.” I lose myself in the swirling desire that circles through me, pushing me toward the edge. I’m throbbing and slick when he delivers the last swat.

  “Twenty.”

  He cups my pussy and growls. “You’re soaked.” He drags his fingers between my lips and over my clit. I rock against them, and he slaps my sensitive ass. “Not until I say.”

  “J, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please play with my pussy.”

  “Like this?” he lightly circles my clit.

  “No,” I moan frustrated.

  He circles faster. “Like this?”

  “Oh no, no, no,” I chant, close orgasm.

  “Tell me, B.”

  “Inside. I need you to be inside.”

  “Like this.” He thrusts home.

  “Yes,” I scream as he pumps his fingers in and out, fast, and rough. I clutch at his digits, starved for contact.

  He hooks his fingers, and I sob as I try to keep from bursting.

  “You want to come?”

  “Please. Please let me come.”

  “Come for me.”

  I let go, convulsing as the pressure inside me breaks. I cry out as liquid spills from me.

  “Oh fuck you just squirted, baby.”

  “I- I can do that?” While I’ve read about and seen female ejaculation before, I never came close to experiencing it personally until now. It was the ultimate release after a prolonged arousal. I already want to do it again.

  “Yes, you can,” he purrs. “You’ve never done that before?”

  I shake my head breathing hard.

  “It won’t be the last time. Not with me.” His dark promises intrigue and seduce. He strokes my ass, soothing my soreness. Bending, he kisses my cheeks and nips at my flesh. I squeal, shocked by his brazenness. The man has no inhibitions, and little by little he’s stealing mine away.

  “You got such a nice ass, baby. One day I’m going to fill that too.” My hole puckers at the thought. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you’re nice and ready for it. I’m going to stretch you out until you can take me, and then I’ll make you feel good.” He rubs my rosette, and I tense. A thrill goes through me at the taboo thought. My sex life until now was vanilla. I never could’ve predicted how much I’d enjoy this. “But not yet.” He kisses my ass once more.

  “Get on the bed on all fours, and stick that thick ass out.” He helps me stand, and I crawl into the bed. The sound of his belt clanging as his undoes it makes me quiver. I rub my thighs together in anticipation. The bed sinks beneath his weight, and his body covers mine. The slide of his dick between my lips has me fisting the slips.

  “You got such a creamy pussy, B. I’m going to coat my cock.” He taps my clit with his head, and I growl. “Oh, my B is ready for me, isn’t she?”

  “Yes,” I groan.

  He slams home, and I scream silently as my walls clench around him. He’s relentless as he plunges in and out of me. His fingers dig into my hips. Our bodies slap together, as he opens me up and drives deeper and deeper. I’m shaking, begging and crying as I’m thrust over the edge. He continues to piston inside me, teasing me to arousal before I have a chance to fully come around.

  “Come on, B.” He pulls me to him front to back, cupping my breasts. The new angle makes him feel like this in my throat.

  “Oh my God, J. I can’t. Not again.”

  “You can and you will.” He slides his head down and circles my clit as we move together like wild things. I scratch the forearm holding me as I throw back what he’s giving me. It’s a frenzied coupling together unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. He tugs my hair, and I tremble on the edge. “You ready to come for me, B.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah?” He thrusts harder, and I close my eyes as I clench around him. He slaps my pussy, and I shatter.

  He pumps once more and grunts as he spends himself inside me. I suck down oxygen as the aftershocks continue to make me twitch. We fall onto the bed on our sides, still attached, and breathing raggedly.

  ‘You okay?” Freeze croaks.

  “Uh huh.” Thinking is an impossibility. I can only feel as my body sings and I bask in the afterglow of multiple explosions. He kisses my neck, and I marvel at his duality. How could he man who just fucked me within an inch of my life be so gentle with not just my body, but my battered soul? He eases out, and we both moan.

  “Come on, let’s get cleaned up, so we can have an intermission.”

  “Intermission?” I whisper.

  “We’re just getting started. I need to clean you up now, so I can get you dirty again.”

  I bite my lip as desire begins to rise inside me. Again?

  He turns the shower on and helps me inside the basin. “There’s nothing I like more than seeing me inside you.” He pushes two fingers deep and scoops out his seed. “Wither it’s my seed or my dick. We look so good together.” I lick my lips mesmerize by his voice. “I like leaving something behind, so when we’re apart, a piece of me is still with you.” He continues to circle my walls, stirring the embers of passion inside me. “You’re my world, B. Did you know that? Scares the piss out of me, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing. You’re my life’s blood.” He moves faster, and I rock my hips in time with him. “I can’t be without this, ever. You’re my light, B. You understand?”

  This is how he says I love you.

  He wraps his hand around my throat, applying a light pressure, and I explode. I’m his to command and pleasure. He kisses my temple, supporting me as he holds me beneath the spray and begins to rinse me off. My tongue is tied, my heart is full, and my body is blissed out. He grabs his body wash, squirts some on his palm and soaps me up with his calloused hands. No words are spoken between us in the steamy stall, but a new understanding settles in. He’s right there with me emotionally, even if he can’t say the three little words.<
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  Chapter Ten

  Freeze

  “What the hell were you thinking, boy?”

  I look up from the invoice I’m working on in the office and spot a pissed off Warped. “About?”

  “You wait until I go out of town for a couple months and patch in?”

  “What? You mad because you missed the party. I know as my sponsor it was your right to hand me the patches, but it happened quickly.”

  “You love the road.”

  I shrug. “Everyone gets sick of the road eventually. I’m not saying I won’t return to it one day, but for now. I’m good.”

  “If I thought that was true, I’d back you one-hundred percent. I wouldn’t say a damn thing. Problem is, I don’t believe that. This is because of that uppity bitch you’re losing your shit over.”

  “Watch how you talk about my girl.” I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw.

  He shakes his head. “Exactly. Girl, not Old Lady. She’s not even willing to fully commit to you, yet you clip your wings over her?”

  Is this show how I used to be? Completely oblivious to how my words affected the other person. “That’s my business, ain’t it?”

  “I spent the past ten years looking out for you. I’m not going to stop now. You’re grounded here for a time, but that’s no big deal. Continuing with this woman when you don’t know where you stand with her would be. I’ve seen women break men stronger than you. I’m talking solid dudes who’d seen battle, blood, and betrayal brought to their knees by the wrong bitch. That love shit is murder on a person.”

  “What’s your problem Warp?” His brown eyes have gone dark with rage, and the vein in his forehead is pulsing. It’s a look that usually proceeds someone getting hurt.

  “I been grooming you for years and you threw it away just like that.” Warp snaps his fingers.

  “Threw what away?” I ask.

  “Your legacy.”

  “I know plenty of brothers with women, Warped. You don’t get an Old Lady and forget the code you’ve been living by for years.”