King (Rogue Rebels MC)

by Nicole Elliot

  “Colt,” she moaned as soon as I leaned away from her and stopped to observe her face up close.

  I tried to slow things down, I wanted to enjoy her, but she had ruined me. For Christ’s sake, she wasn’t even wearing any bra! Her nipples were taunting me, making me clench my fingers around her thighs as I carried her inside.

  We barely made it through the door before I was ripping her clothes off, locking the door behind me with one hand as I unzipped her dress.

  “Colt, I want you so badly.”

  Her lips made me feel all kinds of pleasure, traveling over my jaw and neck as she fought to unbutton my shirt as quickly as possible.

  “You have no idea beautiful.”

  I pushed her dress to the floor, and my breath got stuck in my throat when I spotted that she wasn’t wearing any panties too. Holy... I instantly reached toward her shaved, small pussy, cupping that pink softness with my hand as my other rested on her perfectly shaped breast.

  “Look at you. You’re already wet for me.”

  She moaned and dug her fingers into my shoulders when I rubbed her clit. I applied a slight pressure that was making her soak my fingers in a matter of seconds. I played with her nipple, testing her sensitivity as I pushed my hand lower and reached her tight entrance.

  “Colt. Yes. Please, push your fingers inside of me.” She pushed her hips forward as if she wanted to get closer to my hand, and I chuckled, satisfied that she was impatient just like me.

  “You want this?”

  I inserted two digits inside of her, cursing how tight and good she felt. She was dripping wet, and my cock begged to be released and slide inside her.

  “Yes.” Her voice came out ragged, which prompted me to unzip my pants and release my raging erection.

  “I’ll show you how good it can be.”

  I slammed my fingers into her fast, losing myself in her moans as I drove her closer to her orgasm. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my cock, and she wrapped her hand around it.

  “Do you feel how hard you make me, beautiful? I need your tight little pussy right now.”

  “Colt!”

  She was so close, panting fast as her whole body trembled stronger, and I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her in place when I gave her sweet release. She took my cock into her hand over my underwear and jerked it slowly, and it was too damn good. My dick was already oozing with precum, burning with need to fuck her senseless.

  “Come for me, baby. I want you to soak my fingers.”

  “Oh yes... I’m so close...”

  I pumped her even faster, her pussy gushing out with her juices, and I could barely keep myself in check since her hand stroking my sex brought me an immense pleasure.

  “Yes!”

  Her orgasmic moans were music for my ears. Her wet pussy convulsed around my fingers as she orgasmed hard, and I couldn’t take it anymore. That was it. I had to fuck her right this moment.

  I fished a condom out of my back pants pocket and got rid of my clothes in just a few seconds. I sheathed myself with the condom and pulled her up against me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I led her to the nearest wall and pressed her against it, finally probing her hot entrance with my dick.

  “Natalie...”

  She was so tight and she was squeezing me hard. Man, this was good. Her slick passage enabled me to enter her fully at once, and the way her walls hugged me were too much. I squeezed her hips hard, thrusting inside her fast, and slammed my lips against hers. Our tongues clashed against each other, and the pleasure of being inside of her while I tasted her delicious mouth owned me. My body threatened to combust as the sensations grew more intense, and I sped up my tempo, fucking her fast and hard.

  “Yes! Please, fuck me harder!”

  “Whatever you say, beautiful.”

  I rammed into her, my balls getting completely soaked with her juices, and the friction was amazing. Without even breaking the contact, I brought us to the floor and pulled her legs over my shoulders.

  “Colt! That’s so deep!”

  Damn! I was in deep, hell she was amazing, filling her each time to the brim, and I was beside myself with the hot pleasure.

  “Yes Natalie!”

  We were both panting hard and sweating, and I could sense her approaching another orgasm. I was so near my own, and I knew it would be too good.

  “It’s great... I’ll come... Right now...”

  “Yeah. I need you to come for me. Come on. I need to feel that pussy squeezing me as you come—”

  “Colt!”

  She screamed, her orgasm making her thrash against the floor as the pleasure rushed through her, and I was close to exploding myself. I pounded my dick a few more times into her and orgasmed hard, every muscle in me growing rigid under the immense pleasure.

  I stopped before the last spurt came out and lowered her legs to the floor, choosing to stay a bit longer inside. Man, she was something else. I actually didn’t want to get out of her, wishing I could fuck her a hundred more times—all over my place.

  “You’re amazing,” I murmured into her lips before I kissed her, moving my lips slowly over hers before our kiss grew deeper.

  She moaned and bit my lower lip, sending a shot of pleasure right to my cock, and I felt it becoming harder again. “This was mind-blowing.”

  I chuckled, my eyes raking her naked body. She was a bombshell.

  I pulled out of her and got rid of the used condom, planning to fuck her in my bedroom next. I pulled her to her feet and led our way to it. I threw her a cocky smile. “I think we need to repeat this.”

  She smiled back at me. “Okay. Then show me.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Natalie

  I was beyond tired, considering I had left Colt’s apartment at an ungodly hour. However, I had still managed to catch a cab back to my hotel in time to get some brief sleep, shower, and get myself ready to accompany my father for the day.

  It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly without a single cloud in the sky. Unfortunately, we would be spending most of our time indoors, our agenda consisted of meetings discussing the political climate my father would possibly be embarking on if he became the vice-presidential nominee, as well as the embassy and their plans for expansion.

  “Are you all right?” Dad asked in the hotel lobby, which had been serving as our designated meeting spot all week.

  “Yeah,” I said, rubbing a self-conscious hand through my hair.

  I actually felt better than all right, but I just wasn’t sure my appearance told the same tale. After leaving Colt’s apartment, I’d only had about two hours to crash in my hotel room before I had to start getting ready. My hair wasn’t as polished as I would have liked it, I hadn’t had time to thoroughly wash off the hairspray that I had used for my curls the previous night. And as time kept ticking by a little too quickly for my liking, I hadn’t been able to apply my makeup as carefully as I would have liked either. So I probably had bags under my eyes and looked a wreck despite the pleasurable glow I felt from the amazingly passionate night I’d spent with Colt.

  “Why do you ask?”

  Dad shrugged. “Something just seems a little different about you this morning. Did you have fun last night?”

  Awkwardly, I turned my back to him to approach the refreshment table, where I started making myself a cup of coffee. “Yeah. Last night was all right.”

  “What did you do?”

  I coughed. “Nothing much.”

  “Oh,” Dad said, sounding surprised. “I thought you and Eden hung out?”

  “We did!” I said, wanting to slap myself. My mind was so occupied with Colt that I had almost forgotten Eden. “We uhm…Just went for a walk. Watched a movie. Girl-talked. That sort of thing.”

  “That’s nice,” Dad said. “What—”

  “Do you want some more coffee, Dad?” I asked, cutting him off before he could ask what movie we watched.

  “Sure, sweetie. I could use a refill.” He handed o
ver his coffee mug and I proceeded to fix him a cup of coffee. Just as I finished, footsteps sounded down a nearby hall and an important-looking businessman in a pin-striped suit appeared.

  “Speaker Finley!” he said, enthusiastically. With a wide grin, he took several long strides toward my father, his hand outstretched.

  “Barry! How are you?” Dad said, taking the man’s hand and shaking it.

  “Can’t complain! The real question is how are you?”

  Dad laughed. “Pretty good. At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! I’ve got a long road ahead of me, so I definitely can’t complain now. I’m just getting started.”

  “So I take it that the vice presidency is becoming more of a probability than a possibility, eh?”

  “I guess you can say something like that, if we’re talking about wishful thinking.”

  “Excellent! And I see you’ve got Natalie with you for support! How are you, sweetheart?”

  I smiled and handed my father his coffee before Barry embraced me in a hug. “I’m fine, sir. Good to see you again.”

  “Likewise, darling. This old man needs someone like you to keep him in check.”

  We all shared a laugh before Barry clapped his hands together. “All right. Well—time’s a wasting! Let’s get started.”

  “Sure thing,” Dad said. “What’s first on the schedule?”

  “We’re going to take a short walk to the meeting with a few campaign strategists to get some tips on how to make you appear to be the best candidate for the coveted position,” Barry said, motioning for us to follow him as he headed toward the exit. I took a large swig of my coffee, hoping it would wake me up so that I could pay better attention during the upcoming meetings.

  “So that I can appear to be the best candidate?” Dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

  Barry laughed and held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Hey—I know you’re the best candidate. It’s just a matter of making sure everyone else knows it too!”

  “Oh, I see,” Dad said. Barry held the lobby door open for us and prepared to say something else. But whatever else he wanted to say got lost in a cloud of smoke.

  The world outside exploded, a blast so loud that it sent my cup of coffee falling to the ground with me right along with it. My ears rang and my vision turned to gray. I lay sprawled on the floor, unable to comprehend what was happening.

  When my ears stopped ringing, I heard the screaming—screaming outside that seemed to come from miles around.

  I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. Eventually, I saw movement beside me.

  “Natalie? Natalie? NATALIE?!”

  “Here! I’m here, Dad!” I stretched out my arm. When our hands met, we clasped each other. My vision clearing further, I saw my father’s face covered in dirt and dust.

  I glanced around, spotting Barry lying on the ground, unmoving. Before I could speak or do anything, another voice, loud and commanding, pierced through the commotion.

  “Everyone, stay calm. Help is on the way.”

  “What’s going on?!” Dad yelled. He unsteadily climbed to his feet and I followed suit behind him, although my knees wobbled from fear.

  “There’s been an attack. A bomb was set off,” someone responded.

  “Who…Who set off a b-bomb?” I stammered, clutching my father’s arm.

  But to that, I received no answer. The cloud of dust around us thinning, I noticed security guards and police officers rushing over. Sirens blared, mixing in with all the screams and cries that still seemed to drift through the air from miles around.

  Behind me, I heard heavy coughing. Barry. He had finally stirred back into consciousness upon being checked by a guard who kneeled before him.

  “Are you all right, sir?” the guard asked.

  “What the hell just happened?”

  “Don’t worry about that now. I need to get you and the Speaker to safety immediately.”

  “Was this…Was this because of me?” Dad asked. Despite the dust covering his face, I could see his complexion growing several shades paler.

  “No time for speculation, Speaker Finley. Please, follow me.”

  As if all the commotion surrounding us wasn’t enough, my very heart stopped when the guard speaking finally turned around to face us. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t recognized the familiarity of his voice, but then again, it wasn’t like I had known him long. Nevertheless, there was no mistaking that tall and muscular build, that tattoo peeking beneath the bottom of his short-sleeved shirt, that silky dark hair, and those bright blue eyes.

  Colt.

  My appearance clearly took him off guard as well. He froze, locking eyes with me as his eyebrows shot into the air and his jaw dropped. But then, suddenly, he appeared to remember he was on duty, and there was a much more serious matter at hand. It was not time for either of us to reminiscence about the previous night.

  About his lips on my skin. His cock filling me completely. About the six orgasms I had. A new record for me.

  Shit.

  His professional face back on, Colt pulled Barry to his feet. “Come on. We need to vacate the area. Follow me.”

  Without further instruction, my father, Barry, and I followed Colt. Other armed security guards arrived on the premises, positioning themselves at all entrances of the hotel. More and more sirens blared outside as additional police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks arrived on the scene.

  All the while, we followed Colt toward the back of the building, bypassing confused hotel guests.

  “Get in your rooms and stay there until further notice!” Colt instructed without breaking stride.

  We continued down a winding path, which ended with us going down a flight of stairs and into the basement, where piles of dirty sheets and towels waited to be cleaned. Finally, we headed out a back door and into an alley, where we were met by a car that seemed to be waiting specifically for us.

  “Is this everyone?” the driver asked as Colt held the back door open for us.

  “Yes,” Colt answered. “The Speaker, his manager, and…”

  “My daughter,” Dad answered as he slid into the car after Barry.

  “Right…” Colt said, glancing at me.

  As I climbed into the backseat of the vehicle after my father, Colt’s hand briefly brushed against the small of my back, as if giving me a boost. The feel of it was so absentminded though, he didn’t seem aware of doing it.

  He slammed the door behind me and then hurriedly climbed into the passenger’s seat.

  “I can’t believe this,” Dad said, bringing his head down to his hands. “This was an attack on me, wasn’t it?”

  “I’m not one for speculation, Speaker,” Colt responded. “I’m just doing my job.”

  “Who sent you?”

  “The campaign. We were informed that you were here on business, and that extra safety precautions needed to be put into place since you are in consideration for the vice presidency of the United States. You’re a target for enemies now.”

  Dad swallowed. He glanced toward me, and I could see the panic he attempted to hide. He took my hand and squeezed it. He then turned back to Colt.

  “Where the hell was my usual team? Didn’t they sweep this place?”

  “I’m not sure sir, we weren’t in contact with any of them. My team was an extra precaution, only to be mobilized if needed. Honestly sir, I didn’t want to have to work this week.”

  “No, I guess you didn’t.”

  “Your team?” I choked out, the dust still coming up from my lungs.

  Colt passed us waters and we all began to drink.

  “Yes, my team. I work in private security for high level assets.”

  It looked like we both had our secrets.

  “Thank you for getting us out of there safely. I’ve got my daughter with me and if anything had happened to her…” He took a deep breath. “Listen, just know that if you are ever back on U.S. soil, you’ll have a job. No doubt about it. Just look me up.”


  Colt nodded. “Thank you, Speaker Finley, that’s very kind of you. But I’m just doing my job, sir.”

  He made eye contact with me once more before he turned around. Back to business.

  Things with Colt, whatever had been there, was over.

  CHAPTER 5

  Natalie

  6 months later

  My home had sported a pretty impressive library for as long as I could remember. It’s beechwood floors and tables were in perfect condition, and the bookshelves were lined with virtually everything—from literary classics, to cozy reads, instruction manuals, study-guides, and encyclopedias. Multiple computers—laptops and desk-tops—had been purchased and placed for visitors who wanted to do research.

  I used to think it was a little too much as a child, fearing my friends would think I was from a family of nerds. Now, however, I couldn’t be more grateful to have such a space readily at my disposal. Although there was a nice library in the neighborhood, I’d learned the hard way that being the daughter of a potential vice-presidential candidate made it difficult to maintain privacy. I supposed it would have been different if I was still a child. As an adult though, I was fair game for the press. This had already been the case somewhat when my father was just Speaker of the House, but it was nothing compared to what we experienced now. I could hardly imagine what it must have been like for the families of actual presidential candidates. It gave me a headache just thinking about it, and I certainly didn’t need any more of a headache than I already had, considering I was in the midst of studying for my BAR exam.

  Throughout school, I’d always made fairly good grades. Nevertheless, I’d always had terrible test-anxiety, which had unfortunately followed me right into adulthood. Final exams had been a nightmare and prepping for things like the ACT and SAT had been nothing short of torture. There was just something about standardized tests that made me panic and subsequently made my mind go blank. No matter how well I knew the material, being officially tested on it was always anxiety-provoking.