by Jamie Begley
“Try hard,” Evie responded, raising her head to brush his rough jaw with her mouth.
“I’ll try,” he repeated stubbornly.
Evie sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Want to fuck?”
“What do you think?”
Chapter 14
Evie’s hand smoothed down the raincoat she had on. Leaning back in the seat of the cab, she looked out the window, barely holding her anticipation in check as the cab pulled over in front of King’s apartment building. She pulled out the cash she had ready in her pocket, paying the driver before sliding out.
They had been spending a lot of time together during the four weeks she had been in Queen City.
She had been preparing this surprise for King for a couple of days now. Usually, they would spend the night together when he finished at the club. However, he had put his foot down about her coming to the club anymore, saying she was too distracting to him and the customers. He was going to be distracted tonight¸ for sure. She had borrowed one of Pepper’s stripping costumes off her; the bright red outfit was garish and slutty. Evie was expecting a fun time tonight when she took off her coat, revealing her outfit.
He wasn’t home yet, and she wanted to be waiting in the lobby when he came in.
The concierge gave her a strange look. “Good evening, Evie.”
“Hi, Anton. I’m just going to wait for King. I’ll sit over there out of the way until he gets here.” Evie started to go have a seat until she caught the look on his face. Her gut twisted.
“He’s already here. Would you like me to give him a call and let him know you’re here?”
“Is he alone?” Her throat went dry as she waited for his reply.
His silence was all the answer she needed.
She gave a brief smile. “Then there’s no need to call. Thanks, anyway.” She turned on her high heels, leaving the lobby to go back outside.
Evie stood there a moment before carefully crossing the busy street. Studying the buildings for several seconds, she found what she was looking for, wedging her body between two buildings. The shadows would hide her from anyone passing. She stood for over an hour on shoes that were beginning to pinch her feet.
Her usual time for arriving at his apartment was two a.m. At one thirty, Henry’s car pulled up in front of the building. Her hands curled in the pockets of the coat as she let her weight shift to lean heavier into the shadows.
King came out, his arm circling the waist of a beautiful blonde. She appeared younger than her with a blue, ruched dress so tight Evie was amazed she could walk. King opened the car door for her and then bent down to give her a lingering kiss before helping her into the car. Shutting the door, he tapped on the roof, signaling Henry to drive away.
He didn’t wait for his car to pull out before going back inside his building. Evie made herself relax her hands when she felt the sticky wetness of blood. She knew as soon as Henry dropped off the blonde, he would go to Penni’s to get her.
She took her cell phone out of her pocket, calling a cab to pick her up. Thankfully, it was close by. As soon as it pulled up, she slid into the back seat. The driver gave her a startled look, which she ignored, giving him Penni’s address.
As soon as the cab came to a stop, she got out and handed the driver the cash. Evie practically ran through the lobby to the elevator, controlling her rampaging emotions until she could get inside the apartment.
Penni turned around on the couch at her entrance. “Back so soon?”
“Change of plans. I decided to stay in; I wanted an early night. See you in the morning.” Evie went into her bedroom before Penni could pose the prying questions Evie could see she was about to ask.
Inside her bedroom, she pulled off the coat, throwing it down on the floor and then kicking it away before taking off the red stripper outfit. She was so angry she wanted to tear it into pieces. Only the fact it didn’t belong to her had her controlling her temper. Evie blinked back tears, not understanding why she was so upset.
Pulling on a t-shirt, she sat down on the end of her bed. She had fucked The Last Riders with the other women of the club, not giving a shit. Hell, she had been happy when they had begun getting married. Never once had she felt a pang of jealousy until she had seen King’s mouth touch the blonde’s.
When her cell phone vibrated next to her hip, she looked down to see it was a message from King. Henry’s waiting outside.
Evie sat, staring down at the message.
Tired. Going to stay in. Goodnight. Evie pushed the send button.
Setting the phone down carefully on the nightstand instead of throwing it against the wall, she lay back on her bed and then turned off her bedside lamp. In her mind, she replayed King and the woman walking out of his apartment building. She wondered how many times over the last few weeks Henry had dropped off one of King’s lovers just to pick her up afterward.
She curled into a ball. The most upsetting part was why she even gave a rat’s ass. What had started out as a clear-cut mission of finding out if King’s activities could in any way hurt Lily had developed into more. He had slid under her guard, seducing her into caring about him.
Evie remembered Beth’s face when she had come to the hospital after being released, seeing Razer with Bliss. The pain of betrayal, both from Razer and herself as a friend for not standing beside her, had been something Evie had regretted for years. She had been loyal to the club and hadn’t stood up for Beth, who had been terribly hurt. She wished she had Beth with her now.
Evie had always held part of herself back, keeping her past private. She needed Beth’s quiet optimism to tell her everything would go back to normal. To convince her she really didn’t care King had been fucking other women. The problem was, she did care.
Desperately, she clung to Levi’s image. They had grown up together. He had been her first kiss, her first love. They had learned to ride bikes together, did Algebra together, went in the service together. He could fix a truck motor, install a kitchen counter and hunt, but at the same time, he could be as sweet and gentle as a spring breeze.
She hadn’t been close to her parents or sister, always feeling on the outside. Levi had been her family, and when she had lost him, she had become a basket case.
When he had died, the woman she had been had also ceased to exist. She had survived her rape and losing Levi by becoming the antithesis of herself. She was no longer shy, timid or virginal; everything her sweet Levi had loved about her was gone, buried under years of parties, alcohol and men.
King had been resurrecting that woman, making her laugh again, making her care again. Well, he had shown her he could keep his emotions under control. She could, too. It was time she got back on track and did the job she had been sent to accomplish.
* * *
“What do you think?” King looked up from his phone at Desmond’s question.
“About what?”
Desmond sighed, picking up his glass of wine. “About buying the McClure building. I think it will be a good return on our investment.”
“Then buy it,” King replied absently, placing his phone back in his suit pocket.
“What’s going on? Why are you looking at your phone every five minutes?”
“No reason.” King evaded his question, wanting to grind his teeth in frustration. Evie had been ignoring his calls and texts for three days. The man he had following her had said she had been all over his city, exploring and even hitting several of the bars. King couldn’t understand the drastic change in her behavior. One night he was fucking her brains out, the next she wasn’t giving him the time of day.
“You still seeing Evie?”
“I don’t know,” King answered caustically.
“What in the fuck does that mean?” Desmond asked, looking over his shoulder.
“It means she’s not answering my calls,” he snapped.
“Why don’t you turn around and ask her?” Desmond nodded his head at a table behind them. “Of course, the man s
he’s with might not appreciate it.”
King frowned, turning around in his seat. Evie had her back to him; however, the man sitting at her table was in his early thirties with blond hair and a shit-eating grin aimed at Evie.
When King turned back around, Desmond was watching him with an amused expression. “Would you like me to go ask her for you?”
“I’m not in fucking middle school. I can do my own talking.”
“Not if she’s not returning your calls.”
“Desmond, if you don’t shut the hell up...”
Desmond laughed softly as their waitress approached with their bill. Signing the check, King and Desmond rose to their feet, avoiding Evie’s table as they left the restaurant.
“I’ll get in touch when the deal is finalized.”
“Do that,” King answered, waiting for Desmond’s car to pull out before getting inside his own.
“Pull around to the side of the building,” King ordered Henry.
King sat in the parking lot for twenty minutes before Evie and her date came out. She had her hair pulled up and was wearing a coral-colored dress. Her happy expression disappeared when she saw King leaning against his car with his arms folded across his chest.
“Evie, you haven’t returned my calls.” King’s blunt words were loud in the quiet parking lot.
They came to a stop a few feet away.
“I didn’t want to talk to you.”
“Why not?” King glared at the man staring back and forth between Evie and him.
“Evie—” Her date began, but Evie quickly cut him off.
“Let’s go, Kell.” Evie took his arm, trying to sidestep King’s car.
King glowered at him threateningly. “Do you know who I am?”
Kell nodded his head, his face going pale.
“Then get in your car and go,” he ordered. “If I see you near her again, we’ll be getting better acquainted. Do you understand me?”
His frightened eyes flashed to Henry who was sitting in the car.
“Wait just a fucking minute!” Evie said as her date high-tailed it to his car, not giving her a backward glance.
“Get in the car.” King opened the rear door for her.
“Fuck off!” She spun on her heels, but before she could take a step away, King had her, lifting her off her feet and tossing her into the backseat.
“Have you lost your mind?” Evie screamed at him, moving for the other door. King climbed into the car, shutting the door. Evie tried uselessly to get out of the car as Henry drove out of the parking lot. Giving up, she turned to him. “What do you think this is going to accomplish?”
“Are you going to tell me the reason you’re no longer in my empty bed every night?”
She bristled at his words. “Empty? I doubt that. Why don’t you call the blonde you were fucking the other night?”
A sinister smile crossed his mouth. “What blonde?”
“I don’t fucking know her name. She was at your apartment the other night when I came early. I’ll give you credit; you had it timed perfectly. One leaves, the other comes. Doesn’t Henry get sick of chauffeuring your bitches around?”
“I don’t know. I don’t ask him. He gets paid to do what I tell him.”
“Well, I’m not on your payroll. Take me to Penni’s apartment,” Evie commanded.
King moved closer to her on the seat. “You look beautiful tonight.”
She gave him a dumbfounded look as he laid his hand on her thigh. “Are you high?” Her suspicious eyes searched his.
“No, I haven’t touched drugs since I found out I conceived Lily when I was doing them. So, you haven’t been talking to me because you’re jealous?”
“I don’t give a damn who you fuck.” She denied his accusation.
“I think you do.” His hand slid under the fabric of her dress which had ridden up to her knees when she had scooted across the car seat.
Her hand came down on his, trying to stop him unsuccessfully.
“Why did you come by my apartment building early?”
“I was going to surprise you; I had borrowed an outfit from Pepper. Instead, I was the one surprised.”
“Why? Did that bother you? You don’t give a damn who The Last Riders fuck.”
“I didn’t care. I just wasn’t in the mood for a threesome.”
“I thought threesome’s were your forte.”
Evie’s hand flew out, attempting to strike him, but King caught it, maneuvering her back against the seat until she was lying down with him between her thighs.
His hand went between her legs. “You’re wet for me. Have you been missing my dick?”
Evie’s hands curled as she attempted to claw at his face.
“Uh-uh, none of that.” King jerked down her dress until her breasts popped out. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he began torturing the tip with his teeth. “I didn’t fuck Lisa.”
Evie turned her face away from him. “Don’t lie to me,” she whispered.
King bit down harder on her nipple before taking his mouth away. “I’m not lying.”
“You’ve been seeing other women before I come to your apartment.” Her accusing eyes stared up into his.
“Yes,” he admitted. Evie tried to struggle from underneath him, but his mouth moved to her other breast. “Until I can walk away clean from Queen City, I won’t jeopardize your safety. Those women are nothing but a smokescreen. They have a late dinner with me and a drink then leave.”
Although Evie didn’t believe him and her stiff body might be hiding the fact she wanted him, her wet pussy responded to the finger he thrust deep within. Her gasp turned to a moan as he began to slide his finger back and forth, moving his thumb to tease her clit.
Her hands grabbed his shoulders. “Henry will see. Stop.”
“The window is up. He can’t hear and won’t look.” Brushing her objections aside, his mouth lowered to hers. “I haven’t fucked another woman since you came to Queen City.”
When she bit at his tongue as he tried to enter her mouth, King stopped rubbing her clit while continuing to finger-fuck her. She then opened her mouth, letting him have his way as his thumb returned to sliding through her wet pussy.
“Come home with me,” he demanded.
“I don’t need your protection.”
“Evie, I’m not going to endanger you.”
“Then get your hand away from my pussy!” she yelled at him, hitting at his shoulders.
King sat up in his seat, lifting off her.
“I’m too old to play these games, Evie.”
“I’m not playing. If you really want to keep me safe, then all you have to do is stay the fuck away from me. Problem solved.” As Evie folded her arms across her stomach, sitting tensely in her seat, King stared back at her. She was hurt, and while she was trying to hide it, it was unmistakable. Her eyes held the glimmer of tears, and the jackass that he was only then belatedly realized she was dressed like the sophisticated women he usually dated.
King pulled her onto his lap, his hand lifting her face to his. “You win, but we’re going to play by my rules.”
“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”
“No more women acting as camouflage,” King gave in. “And I better not catch you with another man again.”
When Evie’s mouth snapped open, he could tell she was going to lay into him.
“You won,” he told her before she could yell at him. “The least you could do is accept it gracefully.”
“I won? What did I win?” she asked snidely. “I want to go to Penni’s apartment.”
So, she wasn’t going to forgive easily. King could deal with her anger; what he couldn’t work with was not seeing her.
King lowered the window long enough to tell Henry to take her home.
“Satisfied?” he asked with a lifted brow.
“No, I’m not.” She crossed her legs.
King grinned at her unrepentantly.
“You’re a jerk,” she snap
ped, seeing his grin.
King shrugged, admitting his guilt.
It wasn’t long before Henry pulled up in front of Penni’s apartment. Coming to a stop, he got out to open the back door. Evie slid out, and once outside, she stopped and looked back inside the car.
“You coming?” she asked grumpily.
It wasn’t the most seductive invitation he had ever received, but it was one that had his dick getting as hard as a brick in his pants.
Climbing out of the car, he ignored Henry’s wink as he followed behind her.
“This doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed.” She pushed the button to retrieve the elevator.
“I understand.” They walked into the elevator when the doors opened.
“If I find out you’re lying to me about other women, I’ll cut off your dick.” She pushed the button to her floor.
King had to take a minute to keep from laughing at her vicious threat. “I won’t.”
The doors slid open and King followed behind her, watching the curve of her ass as she walked down the long hallway. She put the key in the door, but then turned back to him. “You better make it up to me for being such an ass in your car and leaving me hanging.”
“Evie, if you would just open the door, I’ll spend the night making everything up to you,” he promised.
“In that case,” Evie opened the door wide, “you better pace yourself; you have a lot to make up for.”
“I think I can handle the job.” King slammed the door shut with his foot before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
Two hours later, she was the one begging for mercy as she climaxed on his dick.
“Do you forgive me?” King asked as she stroked her damp hair back from her face.
“For what?”
Chapter 15
As Evie drummed her fingertips on the table, King looked up from his paperwork amused.
“Bored?”
“I can only stare at Pepper shaking her tits for so long.”
He had relented in letting her back in his club if she promised to behave herself. She had grudgingly agreed.
“Are you saying I need to get some new talent to keep you occupied?”