Outlaw King

by Jaxson Kidman

  King kissed to my ear and forced me to stand. He was still inside me.

  “Nothing will happen to you,” he whispered. “I’ll die for you. Know that, sweetie. If I’m your King, then you’re my Queen. Nothing could ever change that.”

  I reached up and back for King. My body was shivering with pleasure. The hot water hit my chest. Droplets of warm water slipped over my nipples. That felt good. Really good. King knew how to unlock pleasure in my body that kept secret for years.

  “I love you, King,” I said in a breathless voice.

  “I fucking love you, sweetie,” he said. “Never forget that.”

  There was something King didn’t see though. And that was my tears. I couldn’t help but fear something bad was going to happen. Why? Because something bad always happened.

  But I heeded what King had said to me before. To take advantage of the moments we had.

  So I did.

  I stood there in the shower with my outlaw, my King, still inside me, holding my nude body, making me feel beautiful and alive.

  It was the greatest moment of my life… and it led to a coming nightmare.

  30

  (king)

  *NOW*

  I saw Anderson on the side of the road with his thumb out.

  What the fuck is this?

  I pulled to the side of the road and Anderson grinned when he saw me.

  “I ran out of gas,” he said.

  “Bullshit.”

  “Fair enough,” he said. “You caught me in a lie.”

  “What are you trying to do right now? Blow our cover?”

  “No cover to blow right now,” he said. “Nobody is around. Your entire MC is waiting for you. You were fucking Lindsey, weren’t you?”

  “Fuck yourself.”

  “I can smell her on you. Her soap and shampoo. Shower sex. That’s good stuff.”

  “Do you want me to punch you again?”

  Anderson grinned. “I need that location.”

  “Where do you think I’m fucking going right now? I’ll get you your information.”

  Lies. Lies. Lies.

  “Good,” Anderson said. “See, in my experience, when we get to this true crossroad, voices appear. Old voices. Nasty voices. Voices that try to convince you to do otherwise. I don’t want that in your life.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Regret,” Anderson said. “You get to your table and get the information that will hurt your club. Then the voices appear. I have to silence those voices. Right now.”

  “Are you threatening me, Anderson?”

  He laughed. “Kingston, if I wanted you to be threatened, you would be. If I wanted you dead, you would be. If I wanted you rotting in a prison cell, you would be. But here you are, standing with a motorcycle between your legs. And I’m going to set the tone for the rest of your day. And your life. I was going to wait for this, King, but I feel I’ve pushed hard at you.”

  “What the fuck are you getting at?”

  “Simple.” Anderson opened his jacket and took out a piece of paper. “This is going to tell you everything you need to know. An investigation I had into your brother… and your club. Years ago. Everyone has been protecting you from the truth, Kingston, but it’s time the truth comes out. I want you happy and free, Kingston. To live a great life with Lindsey, fucking her every morning in the shower and every night in bed.”

  Anderson gave me the piece of paper. I unfolded it and stared down at it.

  I looked up at Anderson.

  “I’ll give you time alone,” he said. “My car is parked right up around that bend. Full tank of gas.”

  Anderson started to walk away.

  I looked back down at the paper.

  The truth was there. Or at least a different version of the truth.

  It contained the information of who really killed Tito.

  I looked up from the letter again and Anderson was out of sight.

  That was okay.

  I wasn’t worried about him anymore.

  I had to get to the Reap.

  I had to get real revenge now.

  I walked to the head of the table and put the paper down. I held my finger to Uncle Jakey’s name and looked him dead in the eyes. The rest of the room knew something big was brewing.

  “Tell me right now. Everything. Right fucking now.”

  Uncle Jakey looked at the paper then up at me. “Where did you get that?”

  “Anderson,” I said. “He’s worried I’m going to flip on my deal with him. He’s been fucking with me since I met him about the truth of my brother.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Knox said. “What the hell is this?”

  “Everyone clear the table,” Slam said. “Let them hash this out.”

  “No,” I said. “He can speak for himself.”

  “Yeah, exactly,” Uncle Jakey said. He grabbed the paper from the table. “I’ll talk to my table. I have nothing to fucking hide. But can you handle it, King?”

  “All I’ve fucking been through,” I said. “For this club. For my family. Sitting in prison, rotting away. I’m willing to accept death, but before I do that, I want the truth. All of it.”

  “Then sit,” Uncle Jakey said. “Let’s all talk.”

  I didn’t want to fucking sit but I did. I felt both Knox and Slam burning at me. Shit, if I went after Uncle Jakey and hurt him… I’d lose my cut and I’d probably get killed.

  “There was a street war,” Uncle Jakey said. “I was caught in the middle. We had guys from up north pushing down into town. It was a fucking mess. Hammer still had the gavel. We knew what we were up against. The town getting overrun with thug bullshit.”

  “My brother?” I asked.

  “Him and his entire crew,” Uncle Jakey said. “You knew what he was doing, King. The shit he was selling. The shit he was snorting and injecting. The guy was a mess. They all were. The dealers became the users. And when they become users… fucking junkies have no straight mind.”

  “What are you getting at with this?” Knox asked.

  “We took a vote to push back,” Uncle Jakey said. “We couldn’t let the thing escalate. The plan was to muscle them out of our way. Push them somewhere else. Drive them into another town and let them all get busted.” Uncle Jakey looked at me. “For Tito… we wanted to save him. I promise you that, King. We wanted to pull him out of that and get him cleaned up. In fact, your mother even met with Hammer one time to talk. We all knew what he meant to you and we all wanted him to be under the protection of the Reap.”

  I felt the anger rising inside me, knowing that the story wasn’t going to end well because I already knew the ending. The ending was with Tito taking a fucking bullet and dying.

  “That didn’t happen,” I said. “What happened…”

  “Was that your brother organized a small group to take down the Reap,” Uncle Jakey said.

  The entire room fell silent.

  All eyes were then on me, waiting for my reaction.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You heard me,” Uncle Jakey said. “Your brother set up a group to attack us. He wanted to take out Hammer. He knew about your mother meeting Hammer. He hated that you were so far into the Reap. And he knew we weren’t going to allow their drugs and violence to keep pushing into town. The big players were already moving away. So the junkies started to scramble. I’m sorry, King, but when you take out a hit on the President of this club…”

  “Shit,” Slam said. “You guys took out his brother.”

  “How did that other guy get involved then?” Knox asked. “The one King murdered?”

  Uncle Jakey shook his head. “We tried to stop that too. That night the bullets started to fly easily. But back on track for the story.” Uncle Jakey stood up. He ran a hand across his face. “I’m well connected all around. My push, pull, power is everywhere. The Reap wasn’t in a position to just start tagging people. So we called in a favor. The plan was to scare Tito. Make it well known we were all over h
im. Then we wanted to pull you out of that house, King. Show you everything. Christ, I still have information somewhere I can show you. Your brother was deep. He was using more than selling. What he sold he fucking used the money to buy more. He never made his payments. The goddamn connection wanted us to take out Tito. They were willing to pay. But we refused. Hammer said no. I said no. We weren’t in the business of that. The big players still wanted Tito dead. Our guy was going to rough up Tito. Then we were going to come and make sure the message was sent. Simple as that. Except the guy was on the payroll for someone else. The second he saw Tito, he pulled the trigger. He took off and it took us a while to figure out what to do next.”

  I gritted my teeth and rubbed my jaw. I knew the truth of Tito. Fuck, I knew it. I knew my hero brother was a reckless junkie. Did that mean I should love him less? Fuck no. I wanted him in the Reap. I wanted to protect him.

  “King,” Knox said. “Say something, brother.”

  “Keep talking,” I whispered.

  Uncle Jakey put his hands to the table. “The night you wanted to take down the guy that killed Tito… we got the same intel. That’s why there was so much traffic. So many bullets. You hurried and confessed, pushing yourself into prison. Wanting to prove your point and swing your big cock. All before we had a chance to talk to you. Next thing I knew, you were out, eyes were on the Reap, and shit started to crumble. It was a collapse like I never thought possible.”

  Uncle Jakey punched the table and turned away.

  The table was silent.

  The truth was a real bitch sometimes.

  “So what do we do now?” I asked.

  “That’s up to you,” Uncle Jakey said. “I’m going to let you make this call, King. You wanted the truth, you got it. You wanted to get your revenge, you got it. You wanted to do time in prison, you did it. What else?”

  Now it was my turn to stand up. Challenging the man who swung the gavel wasn’t smart, but he owed me one. Christ, he had been part of the reason my brother was dead.

  “I didn’t want to spend my life in prison,” I said. “Or end up dead. I was doing what I was taught from this goddamn club. About loyalty and honor.”

  “Okay,” Knox cut in. “Who the hell is Anderson?”

  All eyes went back to Uncle Jakey. “I’ve got all I need on him.”

  “Meaning what?” I asked.

  Uncle Jakey stepped to the table. He reached back and took out a gun. He put it on the table.

  “We’re going to make things right.”

  31

  (lindsey)

  *THEN*

  King slid out from under my car. He looked so deadly sexy with his t-shirt all messy with grease. He sat up and grabbed at his knees.

  “You’re fine,” he said. “My guess? Just the a/c dripping water.”

  “It does that?” I asked.

  King grinned. “Yes, sweetie. When you’re running it for long periods, you’ll find a small puddle under the car. It’s not gas because the gas tank is way down there. And it’s not oil. Or anti-freeze. Or brake fluid. Trust me.”

  “I do,” I said. “Thank you.”

  “Come here,” King said.

  I gingerly crouched down to face him. It had been months since I’d seen him. After his brother’s funeral we spent some time together but it came to an end, like it always did. I had to head back to college and King was buried deep in the Reap.

  I came back to visit Aunt Jane and I noticed a puddle under my car. I freaked out and thought something was wrong. I had a two hour drive to college and the last thing I needed was to be broken down and stranded on the side of the road.

  Aunt Jane suggested I call King.

  Of course she would suggest that.

  To my shock, the second I called King he told me come right to the garage.

  So there I was, crouching down, facing King.

  We both smiled.

  No matter how much time went by, the second we got back together it was like seconds had passed by.

  “How’s school?” he asked.

  “It’s school,” I said. “How’s your career?”

  “Busy,” he said. “I normally don’t get all greasy and messy. But a few guys called off this week so I’ve been in the garage during the day and an outlaw at night.”

  “An outlaw,” I said. “I hope you’re staying safe.”

  “Oh, I always wear a condom.”

  “Ew,” I said and smacked his shoulder.

  “What? You think I’m saving myself for you, sweetie?”

  “I hope not. I know I’m not saving myself for you.”

  King clutched his chest. “Oh. That was hard. Damn.”

  I winked. “You started it.”

  “Yeah? Well maybe I can finish it.”

  King touched my face. A second later we were kissing. I couldn’t control myself around him. As sad as it was, it took me a few seconds into kissing him to figure out if I had a boyfriend back at college. Luckily at that time I was still single.

  So we kissed.

  King broke the kiss a few seconds later. “Hold on a second, sweetie. Let me wash up a little here.”

  I stood up and fixed my shirt. I licked my lips and tasted King. Between my legs I was a mess. At least we were in the open though. If we were in a bedroom…

  King walked to a sink and washed his hands. He then walked back to me holding a towel, drying his hands off.

  “That’s better,” he said. “I’d rather get you messy in other ways, sweetie.”

  A second later he grabbed me by the waist and put me on the hood of my car.

  I let out a cry when his lips touched my neck and kissed right back up to my mouth. I matched him kiss for kiss, making up for every day that had gone by since we last had the chance to kiss.

  I felt his right hand slip up my shirt and over my left breast.

  “Tell me,” King whispered with our lips touching. “How many guys have you been with?”

  “Why?” I asked. “You jealous?”

  “Maybe I am. I don’t want anyone having this pussy but me. It’s all mine.”

  “Then do something about it,” I said.

  “Give me a number,” King growled.

  “Not a chance. I don’t kiss and tell.”

  King gritted his teeth. “Don’t fuck with me, sweetie.”

  “Oh, I’m fucking with you, King. What are you going to do?”

  I loved tempting him. I loved flirting with him.

  But I forgot who he was.

  He was fucking King.

  King turned and grabbed a chain. He pulled it, closing the door of the garage bay. He then walked to a side door and shut that.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  King looked at me with wild eyes. “You’re going to pay me for looking at your car, sweetie. And I don’t take cash, check, or credit.”

  He was between my legs a second later, opening my jeans.

  I leaned back on the hood of my car, letting him touch me. “What do you accept as payment?”

  King’s eyes met with mine. “Pussy.”

  My entire body shivered. Nobody talked like that to me. Even tough college guys who were drunk couldn’t do what King did to me. He was so ruthless and so bold. And it all turned me on.

  King took my jeans right down to my ankles. He slipped his fingers between my legs, rubbing against the growing wet spot on my panties. I wore a light green color panty and the dark wet spot was obvious. He moved his hands up and grabbed the top of my panties, wasting no time in peeling them down my legs.

  “Holy fuck,” I whispered.

  “That’s right, sweetie. Start praying. Pray that nobody catches us fucking. Because I won’t stop. Pray that your body can still handle a real man with a real cock. Pray for whatever the fuck you want.”

  King grabbed at his jeans, unzipping them.

  “No, wait,” I said. “I want to get it…”

  He put his hands to my legs as I reached into the open zipper of
his jeans. If there was any way that King could become even fucking hotter, I had discovered it. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. It was just jeans… and then cock.

  I pulled him free, feeling the smooth hardness of his shaft. He knew how big he was and he was well aware of how good he was at using it. Part of me hated that about King because he was cocky about it. Then again, if it was big, felt good, and he knew what to do with it, why did it matter?

  I lined him up to my slit and looked him dead in the eyes.

  It was just one of those moments between us. In my heart I lingered for the idea that we would end up together and all of this would become a sense of normalcy for us. But I knew the murder of Tito was still on his mind and there was no way he’d ever let that go.

  King thrust forward, entering me.

  He was the only man I let inside me without protection. Because I trusted him. He was the only man that could fuck me, pleasure me, and love me all at the same time.

  I took each wicked thrust of his body, my groaning voice echoing through the garage.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and I pulled him close.

  We were hugging and fucking.

  “I love you, King,” I said as his beautiful cock slid back inside me with intense force.

  “I fucking love you, sweetie,” he growled back at me.

  It was only a couple months later I found out he was in prison… and to be sentenced to death.

  32

  (king)

  *NOW*

  I left the lot first.

  I had no choice but to leave first and leave alone because I had to meet up with Anderson. His patience was at its end and so was mine. I felt like a fucking outcast in my own club. My blood ran cold and my body felt numb. I hadn’t touched Linds in days. Not since the truth about Tito came forward. And what could I do about it? Nothing. It was the fucking truth and Uncle Jakey owned up to it.