King of Kings

by Shreffler, Betty

  Scarlet hair stands out among the crowd, and my gaze switches to Red. She’s walking through the bar within view of William and Maci. Taking a drink of her beer, she stops and watches. She seems to be enjoying the show as much as I am. Gaze dancing past them, her eyes catch mine. Slipping her tongue between her lips, she winks at me, a playful smirk briefly sweeping across her face. My already hardening dick thickens.

  William and Maci’s bobbing comes to an end, and the clubhouse whistles and cheers. Maci grins like she was just crowned the Queen of Fucktown. With his junk back in his jeans, William stands proudly and slaps her ass. The two lip-lock, and I stop watching as a gut-wrenching ache hits me. I haven’t been laid in months, and the relief of Lindsey’s blow job has worn off. Part of me regrets telling her to get lost, but I shouldn’t. I only wanted her for sex. Dodging the scene, I grab another two beers and head to the back porch to wallow in my sexual self-pity.

  Sitting back, I finish my half beer and look out at the horizon, thinking about the one thing that’s been frequently on my mind—revenge. Hearing footsteps approaching, I glance up to see who my visitor is. Red is a sight for sore eyes as she comes into my line of vision. With a sexy smile, she takes the seat next to me and doesn’t say anything, just joins my quiet contemplation.

  Putting a hand on her bare leg, I rub my fingers across her soft skin.

  “Coming to check on me?”

  “I am. I saw you leave the bar and knew you’d be back here.”

  “Yeah, got a lot on my mind.”

  “Want to lessen the burden?”

  With a chuckle, I raise my hand and rub along her cheek, showing my appreciation for the offer.

  “Can’t. Club business.”

  “I see. Maybe I could lessen it another way.”

  My hand rests on her thigh, my dick becoming far more alert. I know what she’s insinuating. As much as I want to feel her pussy, I can’t do that to her. I’d only end up hurting her, and she deserves better. Removing my hand from her leg, I tip my beer back, finishing it off.

  “You should go back to the party.”

  If she’s angry, she doesn’t show any sign of it. She quietly stands, and I expect her to leave but she doesn’t. Stepping in front of me, she removes the empty beer from my hand and places it on the railing. Taking the next one, she pops the top and hands it to me.

  “What do you want, Nix? To spend the rest of your life wanting, needing but never having happiness?”

  Chugging my beer, I stare up at her beautiful hazel-green eyes. Expression bold and challenging, she fuels my desire for her. In the tight, dark red skirt, her creamy thighs taunt me, antagonizing me even more than her words.

  “Happiness is a luxury I can’t have. Because of who I am, anyone I care for gets hurt.”

  Straddling my legs, she sits on my lap. My hand goes to her ass, cupping her against me.

  “I’m not asking you to love me. I’m offering to satisfy our needs. I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to protect my heart.”

  Gaze matching hers, my wall breaks down, diminishing into a pile of rubbish. I want this woman—want to feel her clench around me as I fuck her hard and hear her beg for me to make her come—but I know if I do, I’d be setting myself up for disaster.

  “Don’t think, Nix. Just live.”

  Soft lips demand me to give in. Tongue slipping between my lips, I taste her, and at that moment, I lose all self-control. A thud sounds as my beer drops to the floor. I don’t care if it’s pouring all over the place, I need her lips on mine. Fingers tucked under her skirt, I raise the fabric, revealing the part of her my cock aches to be inside of. Rising to my feet, I drop her legs and spin her. Hand on her back, I bend her over and tug her lacy thong down her thighs. With her hands gripping the railing, I unzip my jeans and fold them down, releasing my erection.

  Wet, slick heat surrounds me as I thrust into her pussy. Instantly, my body buzzes to life. Thrusting hard and fast, I find my rhythm and sink into ecstasy. Slamming her hips against me, she begs for it harder. Hands tight on her hips, I repeatedly pound into her, forgetting all the pain, feeling nothing but pleasure.

  She feels too damn good. I’m about to cum, too soon, but I can’t hold back. I need the release. Pulling out, I raise her shirt and cum across her lower back. Looking over her shoulder, the corner of her mouth is raised in a lascivious grin. Squeezing her ass, I grin back. Removing my cut, I lift my black tank off and wipe her back clean before tossing the shirt next to the spilled beer.

  Sliding the lace fabric back up her thighs, she lowers her skirt, then turns to face me. With a glance down at my cock, she looks back up at me with a wickedly sexy smile. Hand wrapped in her hair, I lean down and kiss her. The scent of sex and cinnamon fills my nostrils, making the sensation of guilt in my chest tighten. Head to hers, I release a weighted sigh.

  “You felt amazing, Synne but we can’t do this again.”

  Zipping my jeans, I grab my leather and walk away, leaving her and the moment of joy I felt with her.

  CHAPTER NINE

  NIX

  Walking into the front office, I expected her to have called in sick or at least be angry. I tilt my head at the mug of coffee waiting for me. Lifting it, I watch her type into the computer.

  “Morning.” Voice low and sexy, the word slips easily from her lips. She doesn’t seem pissed off at me, and I’m relieved as much as I’m confused.

  “Morning, Red. What do we have today?”

  “Three new parts need installed and one repair.”

  Swiveling on the stool, she turns to face me, and guilt drops into my gut like a heavy anchor. Hazel-green eyes shine bright with no sign of animosity. With the way I left her last night, I was sure there’d be repercussions.

  “If you’re waiting for me to burst into tears or tell you that you’re an asshole, it’s not going to happen. Last night was what I expected. I don’t need you to cuddle me or whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We’re good, Nix. You can relax.”

  Lowering the mug, I take a moment to absorb her words. Mixed with a combination of guilt and relief, my lip twitches, and I bob my head, accepting what she said.

  “All right. I’ll take the work orders.”

  Handing them to me, she winks and gives me a reassuring look.

  “I’ll be leaving for lunch today. I’m meeting up with Liz.”

  Papers in hand, I remain still. “You are?”

  “Yeah, we wanted to hang out together, and she’s filling me in on what to expect at Full Throttle. If I’m not too late, I might enter a race or contest.”

  Surprise isn’t something I should be feeling because I admit, she’s a total badass, yet she still manages to surprise me. I like it… too much.

  “Need me to give your scoot a lookover?”

  The corner of her mouth tilts upward, and I know the answer is yes before she says it.

  “You don’t mind?”

  “Nah, if you’re going to Full Throttle representing the Kings, I want to see you succeed. Park it outside the garage when you get back from lunch, and I’ll take a look at it.”

  “You’re all right, Nix.”

  With a wink shot my direction, I chuckle at how easy it is to like her.

  “Later, Red.”

  —SYNNE—

  It’s perfect timing when Liz pulls up in her Camaro. My stomach started growling a couple of minutes ago. Putting away the invoice in front of me, I greet her when she walks in the door.

  “You ready?” Dark brown hair pulled up in some kind of fancy twist bun, her smile is wide, brightening those same green eyes as Nix’s.

  “Yeah, let me tell Nix we’re heading out.”

  With a wave of her hand, she heads toward the garage. “I’ll tell him.” She disappears through the door, leaving it slightly ajar, their voices a murmur through the opening. When I hear my name, I move closer.

  “I’m glad you invited her to Full Throttle. She staying with you in the camper?”

  “
I was gonna ask her to.”

  “That’ll be good. It’ll make me feel better to know you’re both sleeping there.”

  “Do you like her?”

  “She does a good job. I’m glad you hired her.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “She’s a gorgeous redhead, Liz. What do you think the Royals will assume? Just being around me makes her a target. Short of telling her to get lost, the best thing I can do is keep my distance.”

  I can hear the anger in his tone. Not at Liz, but at something far deeper I’m beginning to understand.

  “I’m sorry.” Emotion breaks through her voice.

  Tone softening, Nix’s voice lowers. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It was my decisions, my fault we lost her.”

  “You shouldn’t believe that. The blood war with the Royals started long before us.”

  “Yeah. Get going. Don’t waste your lunch talking to me about this shit.”

  “I love you, Nix. You know how much, right?”

  “As much as I love you. Now, get out of here. I have work to do.”

  Liz pops back through the door, a somber expression on her face. When she looks at me, her expression morphs with her thoughts.

  “Let’s get some food.”

  Parking along the street, she brings me to a Mexican restaurant, stuffed between several shops attached together in one long brick building. Hole-in-the-wall restaurants are something we both love. You can’t beat the service and food in these small businesses. Finding an empty booth, we slide in and give the waiter our drink orders. When they arrive, we rattle off our food orders.

  “When the Kings go to Full Throttle, I drive Nix’s truck and take the camper. The guys stay in tents around the camper, but you don’t have to do that. You can stay in the camper with me.”

  “I’m good with that.”

  “Great! You’ll be glad you did. If you stay in a tent, you’ll hear nothing but grunting and fucking all night.”

  Laughter escapes my chest, and Liz laughs along with me.

  “You think I’m joking. Seriously, it’s as much a fuck fest as it is anything else at bike week.”

  “I believe it and appreciate the bed of comfort. What else do I need to know?”

  “It’s a giant outdoor motorcycle and music festival. There’s cool stuff to buy, food vendors, concerts, contests, stunts, races, and long roads for motorcycle rides. There are a few options, depending on how long a ride you want. If you go online, they have the maps and distance of each ride. I’ll text you the link to sign up for the events.”

  “Thanks. Do you know what rides or events Nix is joining?”

  Our conversation pauses as our food is delivered, the cast-iron dish sizzling with heat, filling the air with the aroma of fajita meat and vegetables. Liz continues as she preps her fajita shell with rice.

  “Yeah, he and several other Kings are doing a couple of the rides. He’ll be putting his motorcycle in the badass bike contest. He also sets up a tent at the event for the shop, and I help run it. He gets a lot of his custom business that way. I’m sure Nix hasn’t asked because it’s your first time going, but would you mind helping me work the tent during some of the event? I don’t want you to miss out on any activities, but it would be good for you to learn what needs to be done.”

  “Of course. I’m in. It’ll be nice to hang with you.”

  After a few bites in, I pull her attention from the food.

  “I want to be honest with you about something. You’ve been a great friend, and I want to continue our friendship, so I feel like I need to come clean about something. You asked me to stay clear of Nix, but I didn’t. We fucked.”

  The expression I expected forms her face with shock.

  “What? When?”

  “Friday night. Party at the clubhouse. Are you pissed?”

  “No, just surprised. Do you like him?”

  “I care about him, yeah. I think we’re both coming from a broken place and get that about each other. I’m not trying to become Nix’s ol’ lady, just to be clear. The sexual tension between us was out of control, so I… you know… released it.”

  Liz’s head falls back as she laughs.

  “No, I get it. I’m not mad. Just… there’s something about Nix you need to know. He’s a badass biker on the outside, but inside, his emotions run deep. He’s a one-woman kind of guy, and once he has feelings, he’s loyal. So be careful. Don’t dip in that pool if you’re not looking for something serious.”

  “Maybe serious is exactly what Nix doesn’t need.”

  The fajita stops on the way to her mouth.

  “Maybe you’re right, but as his one and only sister, it’s my job to tell you, don’t fuck with my brother’s emotions, or I’ll kick your ass.”

  Her mouth quirks into a smile. She’s being playful, but beneath that, I know she’s dead serious, and I wouldn’t put it past her to try.

  “I won’t.”

  Liz accepts my honest statement, and we get back to our food. I finish another taco smothering it with more pico de gallo.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Yeah,” Liz nods.

  Lowering my voice, I ask, “Nix’s ex, your best friend… was she killed by the Royals?”

  Sorrow fills Liz’s eyes. “She was. They came to Nix’s house to hurt him, maybe kill him. She took one of the bullets and died in Nix’s arms.”

  “Shit, Liz, that’s horrible. It’s why he’s worried about me being around him, isn’t it?”

  “You heard us, huh?”

  “Yeah, I overheard. It makes sense why he told me the job was filled.”

  “He lives with a lot of guilt and doesn’t want anyone else he cares about getting hurt.”

  I know there’s so much more she isn’t sharing, but I get it. I’m new to the Kings. Trust is earned, and I’ve already told her I didn’t respect her request to stay away from Nix. With the conversation getting tense, it’s obvious Liz needs to escape it. With a subject change, she vents about work, and we make arrangements to go shopping before bike week.

  Back at the shop, I wave goodbye to her and pull my Harley keys out of my pocket. Nix’s attention is drawn to me as I drive it up to the garage.

  Wiping his hands on a rag, he tosses it on a toolbox, and approaches my Harley. Taking the handlebars in his grip, he pushes it into the garage. The tightening of his back and shoulder muscles steal my gaze, and I quickly look away as my body reacts.

  “I’ll do a full maintenance check, make sure everything is running the way it should. You have a good lunch?”

  “We did. Full Throttle sounds like a shit ton of fun. I’m glad y’all are letting me tag along.”

  “You’ll have a good time. Just avoid back patches that say Wild Royals. Can you do that for me?”

  “I can, and I will.”

  “Thanks.” Tilting his head, he gestures to the office. “A call came in earlier, so I need to get to work. Come by the clubhouse tonight at seven. We’re gonna make plans for Full Throttle.”

  “Okay, will do. I told Liz I’d help her with your vendor tent. Are you good with that?”

  “I am.” Full lips turn up in a smile, lightening his green eyes. “I appreciate the help.”

  Nix’s gaze lingers on me as I walk to the office door. When I look over my shoulder, he’s returned to work. My legs still and I watch him. With a black tank on, the hard muscles of his back, shoulders, and arms stand out, flexing with his movements. A side profile of his face shows off his square jaw and the scruff that lines it. The memory of how good his thick cock felt heats between my legs. My body tingles, hungry for more of him. As I watch him, the ache between my legs strengthens. Before I give in and do something I shouldn’t, I peel my gaze from him and hurry back to the office.

  CHAPTER TEN

  NIX

  Liz and Trevor’s girl, Audrey enter the clubhouse with several boxes of wings and pizza. The guys lick their lips and watch the food get set out on the empty
table next to us. Making two lines on each side of the table, the Kings and their ol’ ladies fill their plates. Jeff sets six buckets of beer on the table, and I hand him the plate I just prepared.

  “Join us.”

  The wrinkles around the old man’s eyes crease, and he looks at me with appreciation before taking the plate.

  “Thank you, Nix.”

  Walking to one of the tables, he fills an empty seat. Ink puts his plate in front of me.

  “Here, Pres, take mine.”

  Trevor, Ink’s sponsor, nods his head at him proudly.

  “Thanks, brother.” Patting him on the shoulder, I take the plate with my free hand and settle at the table. My family fills the seats around me, and the room quickly hums with the sound of their voices. Listening, I enjoy the talk about the good things going on in their lives and their enthusiasm for bike week. Times like this are the next best thing to riding my Harley and burying my cock in pussy.

  Gaze rising at the sight of scarlet hair, I watch Red enter and observe the way she’s welcomed by everyone. Filling a plate, she takes a seat next to Audrey. Looking up, she smiles at me, and I wink before returning the gesture. Her attention returns to her food and the women around her. Jake catches me staring at her and studies me. I know that will lead to a conversation later—a conversation I don’t want to have.

  Sitting back in the chair, I drop the chicken wing and wipe the sauce from my fingers. Max sees my intent and lowers his food.

  “Listen up! Pres has something to say.”

  The room quiets.

  “We leave for Full Throttle on Thursday. By now, your Harleys damn well better be road ready and all your event applications in. We’re staying at camp lot thirty-three. The journey rides have been coordinated by Axel. If you got any questions, he’ll take care of it. Liz will be managing the Custom Ride tent with the help of William and Synne. My reaper will be set up at the tent except when it’s in the badass bike show. Ladies”—my attention centers on Maci—“if you enter any bikini or dance contests, keep it classy for your ol’ man. We don’t want any fights breaking out.”