Castle of Kings: (A Kings MC Romance)

by Betty Shreffler

  I landed in the chair opposite him. “I got your text last night. The deal is happening tonight?”

  “Yeah, in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse on Fifth. How’s Liz?”

  “She’s good.” A smirk spread my lips as the memories of the night before flashed through my mind. “She’s with me at all times when she’s not at the hospital. You need to know, I have no intention of bringing her back home to you.”

  Nix’s eyes widened before his lips spread in humor. “Sounds like my sister has you wrapped around her little finger.”

  “Damn right, she does. I thought about having you order her a property shirt.”

  “You know she won’t wear that shit,” Nix laughed.

  “I know it. I made a joke about her being my ol’ lady. She slugged me and told me that title is for old, married, biker wives.”

  “Jenna feels the same.”

  “You two together?”

  “Yeah, but she knows something’s up.”

  “What are the plans tonight?”

  “Activity as usual. I don’t want any chance of suspicion.”

  “Who’s doing the deal?”

  “The Devil’s Slayers are purchasing the drugs on behalf of an anonymous buyer.”

  “And we’re the anonymous buyer?”

  “We are. The bills are marked. The Devils have been given a location to drop the money in exchange for the drugs. Their payment will be given to them and they’ll be none the wiser. TBI has checkpoints set up at every possible exit. When the Royals are arrested, the marked bills will be confiscated.”

  “How did you know the Devil’s would take the offer from the anonymous buyer?”

  “Pat knew that the President, Otto, is about to lose his business. He’s desperate for the money.”

  “Won’t the Royals think the Devils rolled on them?”

  “That’s why the checkpoints. They’re not going in busting a drug deal as if they knew about it. It’s a higher risk for the TBI, but it’s the only way I’d agree to set this deal up for them.”

  “This damn deal needs to be done.” I leaned back in the chair, stretching the knot tightening my chest. I lifted my hat and rubbed the back of my head. “Damn it, Nix. If this fails, if the Royals find out you were the anonymous buyer, there’ll be hell to pay.”

  “I know, Jake. Just do what you promised and keep my sister safe. I’ll handle the rest.”

  “This deal isn’t the only potential problem we have with the Royals.”

  Nix’s jaw tightened. “What the fuck did you do?”

  “I took Peach to Illano’s. The buddy of the bastard who beat on Angela recognized me. Him and his brother jumped me.”

  Nix’s green eyes darkened. “Did they touch Liz?”

  “The one fucker got his hands on her for a moment before I broke his face.”

  “Fucking Angela. She’s been nothing but trouble since she walked in here with Mick. I understand why you put her ol’ man in the hospital, but now this.” Nix ran his hand through his hair. “I hope every one of those shits gets arrested tonight. We don’t need to be looking over our shoulders waiting for them to retaliate.”

  “I’ll keep her home with me tonight.” I stood to leave. “I want to know everything you know, right after you hear it.”

  Nix nodded and I could see the stress of this situation in his tired eyes. “I’ll keep you informed.”

  I left the clubhouse and headed to the hospital to pick up Peach.

  I waited the few minutes it usually took her to walk out; the nerves in my gut started jack-hammering when she didn’t come. I checked my phone. I’d missed a call from her. Swiping the screen, I called her back.

  “Hey, Jake.”

  “Peach, where are you?”

  “I tried to call you. Jenna picked me up from the hospital early. We went into town.”

  “You told me you’d stay close. What are you doing in town?”

  A giggle escaped her, then I heard the sound of a tattoo needle buzzing. “You should come to Ink and Ice and find out.”

  I hung up and took off on my Harley, making it there in twenty minutes. I walked in and removed my shades. Two tatted guys were sitting at the front desk.

  “Where’s my girl? Gorgeous brunette, getting a tattoo.”

  The bald one with gauges in his ears pointed to the back. “Third one on the left.”

  I turned the corner and found Peach laying out on the bed with her hip bare and the artist finishing up the outline. She was taking it like a champ. No doubt the endorphins had kicked in at this point. She was only flinching when he hit the most tender areas.

  She and Jenna both looked up at me with proud grins.

  “A tattoo, huh?”

  The artist looked over his shoulder and nodded. “Hey, man.”

  I nodded before moving into the room for a closer look.

  Peach bit her lip, her cheeks turning pink. “I’ve wanted another one for a while and now seemed like the right time.”

  As I moved in closer, I noted the details of the swirls, dots, and flowers. Hidden in the details were the letters JC. A grin split my lips. This permanent sentiment I’d always see on her body filled me with more pride and ardor than I’d ever experienced.

  “It’s gonna look sexy as fuck on you, Peach. I love it.”

  Her smile spread wide beneath her sparkling green eyes.

  I winked at her before turning toward the exit of the room. “I’ll be back. Take care of her, Jenna.”

  Returning to the front desk, I leaned against the counter. “Either of you available to do a tattoo?”

  The bald, tatted guy with gauges lifted his head from his phone. “Sure man. What do ya need?”

  “In cursive, I want the name, Peach.”

  “Easy enough.” He grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and set them on the counter. “Put your initials on each line, then sign on the bottom.” The guy took my signed sheet, put it away in a file, and stood from his seat. “I’m Louis. My room is the first door on the left.”

  Louis came in behind me as I sat on the bed. “Where do you want it?”

  I raised my shirt and pointed to the right side of my abs just below my current tattoos.

  His gaze raked over my current ink. “You want it in black?”

  “Yeah.”

  Twenty minutes later the tattoo was done. I paid at the counter and went back to the room Peach was in. She was squirming a bit more now that he was filling in the shading.

  “How you doing?” I moved around Jenna and pulled a chair over to Peach’s side.

  “Better now that you’re here.”

  I brushed my fingers over her bare stomach and watched the arousal fill her eyes.

  “Where’d you go?”

  “Had to take care of something important. I’ll be here for the rest of it. You still got a while before he’s done.”

  An hour and a half later, Peach stepped off the bed and stretched her stiff muscles before standing in front of the mirror and checking out her tattoo. I watched her turn her ass and already was imagining her naked with the new tattoo.

  “It looks amazing!” Jenna praised.

  Peach’s cheeks swelled as she stared at it in the mirror. “You like it?” Her eyes caught mine.

  “I more than like it. Didn’t think you could get anymore gorgeous than you were, but that tattoo proves me wrong.”

  She moved across the room and slid into my lap. My semi pressed into her ass and she gave me a knowing look.

  Her tattoo artist went through the usual spiel about what she needed to do to take care of it. I kneaded my thumb around the tattoo as she listened intently. He walked out of the room and she leaned into my chest.

  “I’m gonna call Nix.” Jenna stood and pulled her phone from her purse. “See you in the lobby.”

  She walked out, and I brought Peach closer and devoured her sweet lips with mine. Reaching down, I cupped between her legs and rubbed her. She moaned into my mouth and I stopped b
efore I took it too far.

  “As soon as we’re home, I wanna show you how much having my initials on your body means to me.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.” Her bright green eyes lit up. She rubbed her palm over my junk, expelling a growl from my chest.

  “Damn it, Peach. I need to get you home, now.”

  “Can we pick up something on the way home first? I’m starving.”

  “Yeah. Let’s go.”

  My palm came down on her ass as she stood. No doubt everyone heard her squeal. She glanced over her shoulder at me with a lascivious grin as she rubbed her hand over her cheek. My hand took the place of hers as we walked out to the lobby. I pulled my wallet out and tossed my card onto the counter.

  “Jake, I didn’t call you here to pay for my tattoo.”

  “Hush, Peach. I got it.”

  She eased her body under my arm and caressed my back, sending pleasurable chills across my skin. “Will you rub me like that later?”

  She looked up at me with affection in her eyes and smiled. “Yes.”

  I signed the receipt and put my card away. Jenna joined us at the counter just as we finished.

  “Nix said he wants to see your tattoo. A bunch of members are going to the clubhouse tomorrow night. He wants you both to come.”

  “We’ll be there,” I assured her.

  Jenna left to go to Nix’s house and I took Peach home on my bike. On the way, we picked up carry out from a local Asian place she liked. She set out the food while I took Rocky out. When I came back in, my eyes caught sight of her shirt rolled up and her pants folded off her hips. Seeing the dark ink etched across her skin, traveling in hypnotic swirls around her curves, was intoxicating. Her dark, loose waves cascaded down her back, and I found myself fisting the soft length of it in my hand as I tugged. Her head fell back as my lips claimed hers.

  “The food can wait, Peach. I can’t.”

  My hand took hold of her thigh and turned her to face me. Both hands gripped her ass and pulled her off the stool into my arms. Her toned thighs gripped my waist as she slid her tongue between my lips. My fingers hooked into her underwear, pulling them down with her jeans. I sat her bare ass on the counter and worked each leg out of her pants. Her shirt disappeared mid-air as I removed mine. Eagerly, her hands took hold of my belt as my stiff cock pressed against my jeans. Her hand dropped my fly, disappearing inside my briefs. Her warm hand closed around me and stroked me before releasing my throbbing erection.

  With her fist wrapped around the length of me, I thrust into her hand while ravaging her berry flavored lips. Pumping me hard in her hand was taking me too close to the brink. I took her hand in mine.

  “Not yet, Peach. I need the taste of you on my lips.”

  I lowered her onto the counter, watching her green eyes blaze with desire. Taking hold of her legs, I wrapped them over my shoulders as I placed my mouth on the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted.

  A small, dark patch left plenty of room for me to see what I liked—pink, swollen lips aching for me to claim them. My tongue dipped into her tender folds and a needy whimper escaped her.

  “You want more?”

  “Please, Jake… make me come.”

  “That’s right, Peach. I make this pussy come, only me.”

  My tongue dove into her and fell into a rhythm of flicks and swirls as her hips bucked and her fist clenched my hair. Sliding my middle finger in knuckle deep, I found her soft center and stroked, giving it the needed momentum to tip her over the edge. Breathy, desperate moans sounded in my ears, then with one brief exhale the warmth of her filled my mouth.

  I let her legs down and wiped the taste of her from my lips. Taking my throbbing cock in my hand, I rubbed it along her moist clit before pushing into her tight folds. Her walls clenched around me and a groan rolled out of my chest. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside of her. I could never seem to get enough. Gripping the outside of her thigh, I pulled out slowly then thrust deep, filling her to the base.

  Her eager whimpers grew louder as the pace of my strokes increased. I buried my cock deep into her cavity and with each thrust, her muscles clenched around me, tightening my groin as my own orgasm shot through me.

  “You feel so damn good.”

  Her hips lowered as she let out a breath and the warmth of her orgasm poured over me. I continued to move against her, giving her every last bit of pleasure I could. A satisfied smile swelled her cheeks, and she raised herself to my lips. Her hands took hold of my face as she placed her head against mine.

  “I fucking love you, Jake Castle.”

  A grin spread my lips. “You better fucking love me. Cause I fucking love you, Peach.”

  I claimed her lips and held her tight against me, not wanting to lose this moment or the warm, fuzzy shit swirling around my heart.

  She lifted her head from mine, her hands brushing along my chest as she leaned back to admire me. I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear when her eyes shot wide and she gawked at the new addition to my ink.

  “Jake! When did you do that?”

  “When I slipped out for about thirty-minutes during yours, that’s what I was doing.”

  “Oh my God.”

  Tears pooled in her eyes when she looked up at me with those soft, seductive, green eyes. The same eyes that had captured me from the very first moment I saw them.

  “You glad I got it?”

  “I love it.” Her arms flung around me and she buried her face into my neck. “I seriously love you.”

  I lifted my hand and raised her chin to me. “The shit you do to me, Peach.” I swiped the tear rolling down her cheek. “I’d do anything for you.”

  Later in the night, after we finished our re-heated food, and I put lotion on her tattoo, I laid in bed next to her, holding her against me, listening to her breathe as she slept. Tension clamped my chest tight as I waited to hear from Nix. This deal needed to go as planned and the Royals put behind bars. The woman lying next to me had finally given me something to live for, and I’d be damned if I let anyone ever hurt her. The light on my phone finally lit up, indicating a text had come in. I quietly moved off the bed and took the phone into the spare bedroom, closing the door behind me.

  “What do you know?”

  “The deal went down as planned and the Devil’s received their money. There’s one problem.”

  “What?” I clenched my fist as my jaw tightened.

  “Tolito’s crew has been arrested, but Tolito and two of his members disappeared. TBI says they must have taken a route the TBI didn’t know about or they’re hiding somewhere.”

  “Son of a bitch.”

  “Keep this shit under wraps, Jake. As far as Tolito knows, his crew was arrested at a standard checkpoint for the possession of stolen guns and illegal drugs.”

  “Business as usual, then?”

  “Yeah. Bring Liz to the clubhouse tomorrow. I wanna see her. And who’s fucking idea was it for this tattoo?”

  “Hers.” A chuckle escaped me as I grinned. “She’s got my initials on her now.”

  “Wipe the fucking smirk off your face. See you tomorrow.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

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  LIZ

  SITTING ON JAKE’S bed, I held up two different shirts. “Which one should I wear?”

  Standing in his closet in just his briefs, Jake glanced over his shoulder. “The shorter one, it shows off the tattoo.”

  I bit my lip and smiled. “You don’t mind your brothers seeing some skin?”

  Grabbing a pair of ripped jeans and a tank, he turned to face me and chuckled. “Hell no, I don’t mind. I want them to see what’s mine.”

  I stepped into the closet just as he brought his jeans over his hips. I moved into his space and slid my hand into his briefs. My lips grazed his. “And this is mine.” My hand glided over the length of him, pumping him in my fist. His hands took hold of my arms, gripping hard as he lost himself to the feel of my touch. “If any girl tries to take wh
at’s mine, I’ll claw her fucking eyes out.”

  A hiss escaped his mouth as he bit down on his bottom lip. I withdrew my hand to get his briefs and jeans off his hips. His hand fisted my hair and his other hand took hold of my shoulder and lowered me on my knees. With his erection in my hand, I brought him to my mouth and licked at the tip. His hand tightening on my hair, he pressed himself against my lips. My tongue teased the tip.

  “Tell me you want it.”

  He pulled my hair back and lifted my chin. His intense brown eyes stared down at mine. “Put those pretty little lips on my dick, Peach, and show me how much you love it.”

  I opened my mouth to him and held him at the base as I brought him in and out, sucking hard. His grip tightened and his head rolled back as he thrust himself into my mouth and slid his cock to the back of my throat.

  “Fuck, Peach.”

  Several more thrusts into my mouth had him losing control. I held tight, moaning and sucking, devouring him one inch at a time. The taste of him poured into my mouth as he let out a satisfied groan. His eyes met mine as I swallowed.

  His hand raised and feathered across my cheek. “That mouth, Peach.”

  I stood and he pulled me into his arms. His scruff grazed my cheek as his lips nibbled my ear. “I wanna be inside either this ass or pussy.”

  One hand caressed between my legs as his other squeezed my backside. His teeth scraped my neck before biting and sucking a trail to my shoulder. My body was weakening, scorching arousal already burning between my thighs. His lips brushed across my skin.

  “Where do you want it?”

  “You know where.”

  A low, sensual moan filled my ear. “That’s where I thought.” His grip on my ass tightened. “Get on the bed and strip. I wanna see that ass before I bury myself in it.”

  Over an hour later, Jake opened the door of the clubhouse and guided me in. His arm was clamped around me, holding me close. When several gazes shifted our direction, Jake placed his hand on my cheek and turned my head to face him. His lips met mine, giving a kiss that told everyone I was his.

  When our lips parted, I held tight to him until the light-headed feeling passed. He winked at me and pulled me along with him to Nix’s table. Nix stood and reached out his arms, stealing me from Jake.