King (Rogue Rebels MC)

by Nicole Elliot

  I couldn’t stay awake much longer. The alcohol was seeping into my system, overtaking my senses and I found myself drifting into sleep. Still thinking about her and what her hair might smell like on my face, how tight her pussy was and how much of my cock would fit into her.

  But that’s all I could do…just dream of her, because I couldn’t have her.

  xxx

  Next morning Church was called. Elwood had called for it, and the entire MC was going to meet in the office at the back of the Lucky Lady downstairs.

  Luckily for me, all I had to do was wash my face and go downstairs. It was still a pain getting out of the bed, dragging myself out when I could feel the throb in my head. My cellphone beeped with the alert that was sent out and all I wanted to do was smash it against the wall and go back to fantasizing about the redhead again.

  Ava.

  I’d blinked my eyes open to the thought of her. She felt real to me. I’d been thinking about her so hard that it felt like she could be in the same room as me right then. Those long pale slender legs, the curve of her hips, the stretch of her breasts underneath that black crop top. Her belly. Were her nipples pink or darker? I had woken up to the thought of sucking on one of them, squeezing her breasts till she squealed.

  I had never woken up to the fantasy of a woman before. That was probably because I had never gone to sleep without having the girl I wanted. Ava on the other hand; I felt like I would never be completely satisfied. No matter how many times I had her, I would still want more.

  By the time I reached downstairs, everyone had already assembled in the office around the big oak table that Dad liked to sit behind when he wanted to intimidate someone at a meeting. I was the last one to arrive, but I didn’t give a shit today.

  “Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” Dad said, when I walked in through the door. Slade smirked and I ran a hand through my hair. I was hungover as fuck.

  “Girth, you have the floor,” Dad said to him and he cleared his throat before speaking, his golden-brown eyes gleaming with anticipation.

  “I staked out Mr. Hill’s pawn shop last evening. Commando asked me to because Mr. Hill was complaining that the Black Skulls have been paying him threatening visits lately,” he began to say.

  I was standing in the middle of the circle of men, with my arms crossed over my chest. Dad was behind the desk with his fists on it, leaning himself over while he watched Girth with his narrowed eyes.

  “Did you see anything?” Crawford was the one who asked, growing impatient and Girth shook his head.

  “Nothing last night, but I have a bad feeling about it. Mahoney complained about the same thing last week and Mr. Hill said that some of the other businesses were shaken down too,” Girth continued and Dad looked up at me and I clenched my jaw.

  “They might hit the shop again,” Girth said and I stepped forward.

  “King and Girth should stake the place out for another night,” I said and Dad nodded.

  “I was thinking the same thing,” King spoke up.

  “What do you think they’re planning?” Slade asked and we all watched while Dad took in a deep breath.

  “Whatever it is, we need to be prepared,” he said.

  “Shoot on sight,” I said and there was silence for a few moments in the office. I knew I was being watched intensely by the others, just as much as they were watching Dad to see if he agreed.

  “Shoot on sight,” he said and I sensed the workings of a murmur in the room.

  “We are not going to allow them to get any ideas,” Dad spoke again and there was silence in the room.

  “Girth, King, report back tomorrow morning and make sure you’re packing for the night,” Dad said to them, to which they both nodded their heads.

  After that we dispersed, not before I exchanged knowing looks with Dad first. We weren’t speaking about it openly, but this was the kind of war he had been preparing me for my whole life. These were the kinds of decisions I would have to take when I took over the MC, and I was ready.

  Chapter 7

  Ava

  It had been a week, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Commando.

  Getting a hang of the job was easy enough. I had to serve the drinks and keep a tab on who was paying and who wasn’t. Big D was always around, which meant that I didn’t have to handle anything on my own. Besides, some of the guys with the vests were always around the bar, and in their presence, I always felt safe. I could tell that they belonged to some kind of Club…I had my suspicions that it was a full-fledged Motorcycle Club. And Commando was a part of it as well.

  He still watched me around the bar whenever he was there, undressing me with his eyes, keeping an eye on my every move. And every time I saw him, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling I had that first night we’d met. I thought I was going crazy.

  Big D had given me my instructions when I first joined, along with all the rest of my training. Employees were not supposed to sleep with any of the members, that is any of the guys with the vests. Which meant that Commando was off limits. I wondered if that was why he hadn’t come up and spoken to me since that first day. I had to keep my thighs squeezed together now, every time I saw him, because the more I thought about how he couldn’t have me; the more I wanted him.

  My shift had just started when Commando walked in that evening. Leather jacket, hair styled perfectly, his shoulders heaving and his blue eyes fixed on me behind the counter. He stood near one of the tables, sliding his gloves off. I’d heard the roar of his bike outside and I’d started to recognize the distinct sound of his engine. My body was already prepared for his entrance, but even then, I felt like I he had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to himself.

  It was still early and the bar was empty. Only Big D was working away in the storage room behind me and there was one other patron at a far corner, having an early drink. Commando walked stealthily towards me, while I counted the cash in the register. I wasn’t really counting. I couldn’t actually concentrate with him there.

  “Are you happy working here?” were his first words. He hadn’t spoken to me in a week, and here he was, asking me this deeply personal question. I looked up at him daring to meet his eyes and I forced a smile on my face and nodded.

  Commando’s eyes were flitting over my body, drinking in the shape of my breasts, the slope of my neck…I felt naked and vulnerable again. I couldn’t help but imagine him taking charge, pushing me against the wall…

  “Yes, I like it here,” I said instead, gulping down my fantasies while he stared at me. I wanted to run my fingers over his skin, feel his muscles move.

  “You let me know if anyone gives you trouble,” he said and placed his helmet on the counter beside me. I could feel my cheeks flushing with those words. I knew that if there was any man who could definitely keep me safe, it was Commando. I didn’t know him, but I knew at least that much about him. He was still watching me with narrowed eyes and I looked away from him.

  “Thanks, but everyone here is good to me,” I replied and my shoulders stiffened when he leaned towards me over the counter. His face only inches away from mine. What was he doing? What was he going to do? We were not allowed to get this close.

  “You let me know if you think they’re being a little too good to you,” he said, in a low gruff voice and I felt my breath catching in my throat. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about the things that I wanted him to do to me. I could feel my fingers trembling under the counter. One week of fantasizing about him. One week of touching myself and thinking about his rough fingers on my pussy. I could feel my skin sizzling.

  “Ava, oh hey, Commando,” Big D had emerged from the storage room. Commando slid himself back into a respectable distance from me and tipped his head at Big D.

  “There’s a new shipment of beer in the back, you can go ahead and unload them into the fridge,” Big D said, taking over for me at the cash register. I tried to hurriedly gather myself. Being that close to Commando
had an unnerving effect on me and I needed to shake it off quickly.

  “Sure,” I said.

  “I’ll help you,” Commando was quick to say and thankfully, it looked like Big D hadn’t suspected anything.

  My senses completely aware and my fingers still trembling with anticipation, I turned and walked to the back. Commando was behind me and I could feel his presence.

  “You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for help. Those shipments can be heavy,” I heard him say. Crates of beer had been stacked near the walk-in fridge and I walked towards it now, bending down to pick one up.

  “I can handle it,” I said, and Commando bent down to pick one up as well.

  “You look delicate enough to snap,” he said, just as I lifted a crate. It was heavy all right, but I could still lift it and his eyebrows arched with surprise.

  “I’m impressed. What else can you do that I don’t know about?” he said, following me into the fridge. In his arms, the crate which I was struggling to walk with; seemed like a feather. His biceps were taut, but only a little bit. He could have carried at least three of them together if he wanted to.

  I pushed open the fridge door, turning to him to smile and he followed me in. It was a small square shaped room, chilly because of the low temperature and with a dim fluorescent blue bulb hanging from the ceiling.

  I placed the crate on the floor, and then I heard the door closing behind me. I turned and found Commando standing right behind me. I crashed into him and gasped with surprise. Our bodies had collided, and in the next instance, he was walking into me, guiding me backwards till my back pressed against the cool wall of the fridge.

  Commando towered over me, his face bent low and even in the dark, I could tell that he was looking deep into my eyes. I’d wanted to be alone with him for so long and now this was actually happening.

  “I have a feeling you’re going to like this,” I heard him say, just as he lowered his face and our lips met in a sizzle. I felt his tongue slide over my lips, before he forcefully parted my mouth and slipped his tongue in. I gasped again, reaching for his muscular shoulders and just as I wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me up.

  He had perched me on top of a short tower of crates, his tongue exploring my mouth the whole time. My legs parted instinctually and he wedged himself between them. His tongue inside my mouth, arching and reaching…I angled my face to accommodate him, trying to kiss him back but he was in control. He was the one who was going to decide what would happen next.

  I tried to press my body to him, and his hand rose from my waist, lightly rolling up my t-shirt and then cupping my left breast. I moaned into his mouth and he kissed me even more furiously.

  I could feel his cock throbbing against my wet pussy now. We were separated by clothes, but I knew he could tell just how much I wanted him. I was ready for him.

  Commando pulled his mouth away from me, and I saw that he was smiling, while I was breathless.

  “So sweet, so shy,” he said in a low guttural voice and I arched my back, thrusting my breasts towards him. I wanted more. Just the kiss wasn’t going to be enough.

  His hand that was cupping my breast moved over my belly now, going lower till he touched my wet panties under my skirt.

  I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes. His fingers had started stroking my pussy through my panties and I could feel my juices dribbling out of me. Commando’s fingers were thick and rough and he wasn’t being gentle with me. Just like me, he too had tried to hold back for one week, but it was impossible now. I had to have a part of him inside me.

  “Let’s see how tight that pussy is,” he said, bringing his face closer to mine and I moaned again. He tugged my panties aside with his thumb and even though I had braced myself for what was coming, I hadn’t anticipated the thrust. Two fingers, quickly and expertly used. He pushed his fingers into me and I could hear myself cry. My legs were stretched open around him and he was sliding his fingers in and out of me. My juices helped him, invited him in, signaling to him that I wanted more.

  “Tight. Just like I thought,” he said and his thumb found my clit.

  I could feel my senses reeling. I reached for my breasts and squeezed them. The only thing that would satisfy me now would be his cock inside me. Commando was glaring at my face, with narrowed eyes, watching as he brought my body closer and closer to the brink.

  His thumb rubbed my clit while his fingers pounded my pussy, in and out, mingled with my low moans. I was close to begging him to do it with his cock, but I had a feeling that he wouldn’t want to be told what to do.

  “Come for me, princess,” I heard him say, and that was all I needed. His permission. My body jolted and I could feel my juices slip out of me and on his fingers. Commando didn’t stop plowing into me, his fingers reaching me deep inside and sliding out, the friction making my folds quiver with pleasure. My clit was engorged and throbbing and he knew exactly how to make my orgasm last longer than ever before.

  It felt like an outer body experience, like my soul was souring. I couldn’t believe how good this had felt, and I hadn’t even touched his cock yet. When my breathing began to subside, my eyes started to adjust in the dark again. Commando was grinning. He was pleased with his result. He had made it look easy and natural, even though I’d never slept with a guy who could bang me like this. Just with his fingers.

  The sound of his cellphone beeping, suddenly filled the small confines of the fridge and Commando abruptly stepped away from me. His brows crossed immediately and he pulled his phone out. The white light of the screen illuminated his face and I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.

  Sense was returning to my system. I had just had an orgasm. With someone I wasn’t supposed to sleep with. Could I lose my job over this? Would he brag about it to Big D or Elwood? My heart was racing. I couldn’t lose this job. I needed the money.

  Commando looked up at me, as he slipped his cellphone back into his pocket. He had jaw clenched and the smile had disappeared from his face.

  Without a word, he was backing away towards the door. I held his gaze, my heart still racing a mile a minute. He pushed open the door, just as I snapped my legs shut and light filled the room for a few moments.

  And then he was gone.

  Chapter 8

  Commando

  I called King back as I got back on my bike.

  “Slade has information,” King said into the phone as I revved up the engine.

  “Information on what?” I asked.

  “The Black Skulls. He wants us to meet him,” King replied and I could hear him starting his own engine.

  “Where is he?”

  “He’s playing poker at The Pussycats,” King told me and I rolled my eyes. Of course he was. Where else would he be?

  “I’ll see you there in fifteen,” I said and cut the call.

  The Pussycats was a lounge downtown, and less of a lounge and more of a strip club. For some reason, after I’d just had Ava; I wasn’t interested in looking at other naked bodies.

  I clenched my jaw as I put my helmet back on and zoomed out of the bar’s parking lot. This was new to me. Since when did I not want to go to a strip club because I’d just fingered another chick? What had Ava done to me?

  I felt the wind lash against my face as I rode my bike, gripping the gears too tightly with my hands.

  I’d just broken one of Dad’s rules. A rule that had been religiously followed by every member of the MC. Technically, I hadn’t slept with her, I’d only made her come and it was the sweetest thing I’d seen. Her body shook when she came and I could still get a whiff of her lingering smell on my fingers. Musky and strong, surprising for a girl who was so deliciously sweet. I wished I could lick that pussy, have it in my mouth, feel her come crashing down on my tongue.

  But every time I thought of Ava, I thought about how I’d gone against the MC. I’d nearly slept with an employee when I wasn’t supposed to. I was going to take over as President of the MC eventually, and I couldn’t be the
one breaking the rules my father had set.

  One thing I knew was that I wanted more. What had just happened wasn’t enough, and if it happened again, there would be consequences. Dad would not let it slide just because I was his son. Rules were rules for every member of the club.

  The streets wound around and I rode my bike with fury. I wanted to get rid of that sticky feeling of having Ava’s mouth in mine, my fingers in her. I had a job to do. I had other things to concentrate on. Fantasizing about Ava’s pussy was the least of my concerns. I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t.

  This was some fucked up shit.

  Chapter 9

  Commando

  King and I walked into The Pussycats and immediately, the smoke surrounded us in a haze. The music wasn’t too loud but it thumped and the floor was shaking underneath my feet. King and I looked around for Slade as we walked past the stages that were set up all around the lounge. Shiny poles and naked women with fake tits draped around them.

  They moved their bodies expertly, their hips gyrating and their tits bouncing as they slid and danced to the music. They were good at what they did. I knew it from first hand experience of banging most of these girls. They got around a lot but their pussies were still tight and they knew exactly how to move their hips.

  The place was dark and lit with only fluorescent pink and purple lights. We hadn’t found Slade yet but we were sure he would be there somewhere. We passed couches and booths where men were sprawled, some in groups with these bitches all over them. If you came loaded with a wad of cash, you could get these girls to do practically anything you wanted.