King of Kings

by Shreffler, Betty

  Giggling, I grab his shirt and yank him to me, firming my lips against his. Wrapping a hand around my neck, his other hand remains on my ass, gripping a cheek as his tongue slides between my lips and sets fire to my libido. Tiny embers of arousal kindle at my nerve endings, my whole body alight with desire. Between my legs, I’m becoming wet as he pushes forward, pressing his growing erection into me as my ass meets the stone wall. Letting a breath escape us, he’s quick to bring our mouths back together, and I welcome him, just as needy for the taste of him.

  To our left, Audrey squeals, and we put space between us and look over. Trevor is on his right knee, holding a ring out to her. The corner of Nix’s mouth pulls back in a grin as he watches. Audrey screams, “Yes,” and Trevor rises and puts the ring on her finger, his smile as bright as the sun. Jumping into his arms, he holds Audrey and spins her, his lips meeting hers.

  Nix looks at me, his beautiful green eyes studying my face as they allude to his thoughts. I believe he wants the kind of love we just witnessed, and there’s no denying, so do I. Coming forward, his warm breath feathers my ear, and I soak in his masculine scent of sandalwood, spice, and leather as his warm body covers mine.

  “I’d like to hear you say it.”

  “What?” I bite my lip at the husky drawl of his voice. “That I’m your girl?”

  Warm lips nibble my neck, then lick the shell of my ear, sending pleasured goosebumps down my arm.

  “Yes.”

  Covering the view of me from the others, he slips his hand into my shorts, and my head falls back as his fingers find my clit with adept precision. Swirling his finger around it, he draws a hiss from my lips. With one swift movement, he thrust a finger into me, and my fists tighten at the pleasured sensation. Not wanting it to end, I glance over his shoulder to ensure no one has caught on to what we’re doing.

  “More,” I encourage with a quiet breath.

  When my eyes meet his, his grin is lascivious. Another finger is added, and he thrusts harder, my legs widening for him to go deeper. Gripping his vest, I bring his lips to mine, concealing my moan. When we pull apart for a breath, he glances over his shoulder and is clearly pleased to see the others busy in conversation or enjoying the view of the mountains.

  “Keep going.”

  Silently, he answers with flicks between my clit and plunging into my pussy.

  “We should come back here tonight and finish what we’ve started.”

  With his sensuous bite to my neck, the mix of tantalizing pain pushes me into the orgasm I’ve been chasing.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  My head tilts back, the warm sun on my skin as my arousal coats his fingers. Nix chuckles, lines creasing his eyes as he smiles with satisfaction. Withdrawing his hand, he puts his fingers to my lips and watches with heated arousal as I suck his two fingers.

  “Damn baby, you have me hard as a rock.”

  “I’d suck you off if we didn’t have an audience.”

  He looks over his shoulder at the scattered groups of his crew, then back at me.

  “They’re not paying attention. Even if they notice, they’ll mind their own business.”

  The thrill of sneaking public oral sex turns me on. Keeping my eyes on his, I unbutton his jeans.

  “It’s going to get really obvious when I’m lowered in front of you slurping your cock.”

  Unzipping his jeans, he guides my hand to his thick, hard dick.

  “I really don’t give a fuck right now. I want to feel my girl’s mouth around me.”

  Lowering between him and the wall, I pull his erection out from his briefs and wrap my mouth around it, not wasting time, sucking hard and fast. Nix’s hand holds my head as he uses the other to brace his weight on the wall. With my hand at his base, I stroke him as I try to fit as much of his length in my mouth as I can. Crunching of gravel sounds behind us, then the boots stop, turn on their heel, and remain there. A moment later, there are more boots crunching gravel, and I stop briefly to see a few of the Kings members making a wall for us. With a grin, I return to pleasuring Nix, and he looks down at me with an arousing intensity that makes me wish we could finish this sex-scapade with a good, hard fuck. Pumping into my mouth, his grip on my head tightens momentarily. Several more thrusts, and his body stiffens, his cock squirting cum into the back of my throat. Licking him clean, I stand as he puts his cock back in his pants and zips them.

  Bringing me in close, he caresses my cheek, his satisfied smile curling the corner of his mouth.

  “I love how you’re not afraid to live on the edge.”

  “Never, especially not when there’s a chance for us to pleasure each other.”

  Grazing his fingers under my chin, he raises it.

  “Tonight will be a night just for us. I’ll give you a hell of a lot more pleasure.”

  Watching my lips part and curl toward my eyes, his own smile widens. Wrapping an arm around me, he leads us back to the rest of the crew. Max is the first to hear us coming and looks over his shoulder, a knowing smirk tilting his lips.

  “Y’all enjoy the view?”

  Nix taps Max’s shoulder. “Best view I’ve ever seen.”

  Axel, Wesley, and William share the same grin, and all the guys laugh.

  “Damn, Red, you’re not shy about pleasuring your man, are ya?” Axel jokes.

  William points to the corner of his mouth. “I think ya got a little something right there.”

  I flick him off, and their laughter echoes into the air.

  “Careful, William, she’s liable to kick your ass,” Wesley teases.

  William puffs a breath and tilts his head. “No, shit. She left Ink with a bruise. It’s all right, though. We need the queen of the Kings to be a tough chick.”

  Nix looks down at me, his mouth slanted as he caresses my side.

  “Queen of the Kings?” Staring up at him, I wink. “I think I could get used to that title.”

  Nix lowers his hand and squeezes my ass, pointing at his Harley with the other. “Your chariot awaits.”

  “That’s the best kind of ride there is.”

  “Hell yeah, it is,” Wesley replies.

  The guys nod in agreement.

  Tearing through the wind, the Kings’ Harleys put rubber to pavement and continue the journey ride through the wooded roads. All around us are lush green trees, and in between are mowed fields and ranch houses. Passing a black wooden rail fence, the scent of paint wafts through the air as two blond horses chew the grass around their hooves.

  In the distance, hundreds of rows of grapevines can be seen before a log cabin winery comes into view. A few cars are parked to the right of the building with a handful of people walking toward the entrance. With the stretch of road ahead of us clear, Nix shifts and rolls on the throttle. Wind whipping over us, the engine roars, and we speed down the road, the sensation exhilarating.

  The journey ride continues several miles through another patch of woods, up a hill, and to a short road on the right with parking and a covered pavilion at the end. Under the shade, we take a rest and refresh.

  Stretching on my toes, I kiss Nix on the cheek and slap his ass before leaving him to meet up with Liz, Audrey, and the other women. Audrey’s eyes glimmer in the sunlight as she beams a smile at us. Putting her hand out, she shows us a sparkling round diamond on a white gold band with little diamonds along the band.

  “I’m engaged,” she raves. With long fluttering lashes, she glances at Trevor. “I love that man.”

  “I’m happy for you. The ring is beautiful.”

  “Thank you!”

  Stepping onto a picnic table bench, I take a seat on the table, my feet resting on the bench as I sip my water. Audrey joins me, sitting on my right as Liz takes my left side. In front of us, Maci, Erika, and the new girl with Ink remain standing. Erika sheds her property jacket and wipes the sweat from her brow. Setting the jacket on the picnic table, she accepts the bottle of water Liz holds out for her. One of the many things I like about Liz is, bei
ng a nurse and a new mom, she’s practically the mother of the group, always attentive to everyone’s needs.

  “Did your aunt May send the morning video of Liam?” I ask her.

  “Of course!” She pulls her cell phone from her jeans pocket and flips through the screen. A moment later, a video of a squishy baby with brown eyes fills the screen as he giggles and kicks in his activity sit-and-play. “Isn’t he cute? I miss his slobbery kisses and that laugh. It reminds me of Jake’s.”

  Maci leans over and watches the video. Stepping back, she grimaces. “No, thank you.” Smoothing her hand over her belly, she lifts her shirt, revealing abs and a dangling gold belly ring. “I wouldn’t want to lose this figure.”

  Liz rolls her eyes and pockets her phone. “That might change if you find the right guy.”

  Lowering her shirt, Maci’s mouth pulls down. “William is the right guy.”

  “Don’t get too attached,” I warn her. “Playboys and commitment don’t go hand-in-hand.”

  With a huff, she turns her attention to me. “What do you know?”

  Liz chuckles as she smooths the loose strands of her dark hair and tucks them behind her ear. “She knows from experience, and so do I. Jake was a playboy for years. We had a rough patch at the beginning. Committing wasn’t in his nature.”

  Putting a hand on her hip, she juts it out. “If Jake settled down, William can too.”

  “Maybe,” I reply, “but he has to want to. Not all playboys want to.”

  Maci throws a hand in the air, her pink cheeks becoming more flushed. “You can’t compare the guy you dated to William. They’re different people.”

  The sound of motorcycles in the distance draws our attention to the road. A group of five women riders pull into the parking area and cut their engines. They acknowledge our group with waves or a dip of their heads, then get into their saddlebags for drinks or pull their cell phones out to check messages.

  Max briefly points their direction, dipping his chin toward them. William and Axel follow behind as the three of them walk over to the women. Pointing to the women’s bikes, they initiate conversation.

  Maci is on her toes, peering over our heads to watch William. Everyone has their phones out, and it seems like numbers are being exchanged, but you can’t tell for certain who’s actually doing the number exchanging.

  With her face turning a shade darker, Maci huffs and stalks over to the group. We watch as she puts a hand through William’s arm and juts out her tits toward him. Into his conversation with the group, he doesn’t break from it to give her attention. She glances back at us, then drops her shades down over her eyes, but I saw the dejection in them before she did.

  Erika hops onto the picnic table next to Liz and sits back on her elbows. “She might be his property, but I don’t think he’s hers,” she says aloud.

  “He’s not,” I reply. “He’s keeping her close enough that she sticks around, but far enough, so he can still fuck who he wants.”

  “What about Ink?” Bama asks.

  My gaze switches to the busty brunette and her hopeful expression.

  “He’s into you,” Liz tells her. “And I think Ink is looking for a commitment, but don’t you live in Alabama?”

  With her thumbs in her jean shorts pockets, she shrugs. “I’m open to possibilities.”

  Audrey flashes Bama a brief, empathetic smile. “These guys aren’t long-distance types.” She throws a thumb over her shoulder at the Kings. “They want a woman who’s going to be around, loyal, and who likes to fuck… a lot. I know, I used to be in your shoes. Trevor was already in the Kings when we got together. I knew I had to make a move if I wanted to keep him.”

  “But I just met him. I’m not going to move across several states for the guy.” A shadow of disappointment darkens her pale eyes as she frowns. Glancing at us, she studies our expressions to see what we think.

  Audrey brushes her hair off her forehead, then leans back on the picnic table like Erika. “I understand. I only had to move a couple of towns over. Having to move several states is a lot different.”

  “Just enjoy your time with him,” I tell her. “You never know where things will lead.”

  The frown lines on the outside of her mouth fade. “Thanks. That’s what I want to do.”

  Maci’s voice raises, and I look over to see the women back on their bikes, getting ready to leave. Maci and William are off to the side, arguing as Max and Axel leave them and join the rest of the Kings under the pavilion.

  “Chill the fuck out, Maci. I was just talking to them. You can’t lose your shit every time I talk to another woman!”

  “Maybe if you didn’t try to fuck other women, I wouldn’t get so jealous!”

  “I gave you a property jacket. What the hell else do you want? My balls in a fucking bag?”

  “Ah, shit,” I hear Axel say behind us.

  “I want you to fuck me and only me, not every other bitch who draws your attention!”

  “I haven’t fucked anyone else, but if you keep nagging at me and acting like a bitch, I will.”

  A slap whistles through the air and William’s head jerks to the right.

  “Don’t call me a bitch!”

  William puts his hand on his cheek and glares back at Maci, his expression evident of shock, far more than anger.

  Nix steps out from the pavilion, his voice booming. “Enough! Maci, join the women. You both need time to cool off.”

  Maci turns toward Nix, her blue eyes glaring. William turns away from her, and she grabs his leathers, ignoring Nix. “Don’t leave. We’re not done.”

  William shoves her hand off. “Yes, we are.”

  Stepping off the picnic table, I lean against the opposite pillar from Nix. “Maci, get your little ass over here.”

  Whipping her head toward my voice, her shoulders drop, and she huffs but follows my request. Nix looks over at me and dips his chin in thanks.

  Maci storms past me and sits on the bench on the other side of Erika. “Fucking asshole,” she mutters.

  “What brought that on?” I face the women and lean against the pillar, my water bottle loosely dangling from my hand.

  “He was flirting with those stupid hos and completely ignoring me.” With her shades down over her eyes, she covers the tears falling down her cheeks. “I don’t want to break up,” she says quietly, sorrow in her young voice.

  Erika drops onto the bench and puts an arm around Maci. “You two need some space though or you’re just going to fight again.”

  “If you really care about him, you need to talk to him and tell him how you feel. Give him a chance to earn your trust, and if he doesn’t, then you need to walk away,” Liz tells her. “Do you have any reason to believe he’s cheated on you?”

  “I don’t know.” Raising her sunglasses, she wipes at her tears. “No, I guess. He’s got a password lock on his phone, probably so I can’t read his messages. He flirts all the damn time. It drives me nuts.”

  The scuffling of boots draws my attention as the men work their way to their bikes. Nix walks up to Max’s side and says something private. I assume it’s about Maci as Max’s eyes draw toward her. He shakes his head yes and moves on. Nix turns to us.

  “Maci, you’ll be riding back with Max.”

  Maci sniffles beneath her glasses, and I see more tears stream down, but she keeps her face stoic. “Fine.”

  The rumble of more motorcycles can be heard in the distance and grow louder as the bikes turn into the parking area. The recognizable Wild Royal patches come into view, and my body stiffens.

  “Fuck.”

  The Kings leave their bikes and form a wall with Nix, blocking the Wild Royals from us. Over their shoulders, I watch the scene and draw my pocketknife from my side. Liz tells the women to lower themselves onto the benches. In their wide-open eyes, their fear is unmistakable.

  The Wild Royals cut their engines, blocking the exit. The Kings’ backs tighten as I hear the hard thuds of the rival MC boots pounding
the ground. Several of the Kings draw their vests or jackets back, revealing their guns.

  “Reed Alverez,” Nix singsongs, his voice mocking. “It seems you’re as much a dumb fuck as your cousin was.”

  A man with lengthy, slick, raven hair, a full beard, and a belly full of too many beers steps forward with President on his vest. Throwing his arms in the air, a callous smirk stretches the man’s lips, and he runs his tongue across them as he snickers.

  “We’re not the ones blocked in with nowhere to go, Pres.”

  “Both our crews got women to protect. Let’s keep this shit knuckles and knives. No guns,” Jake orders.

  Reed glances over his shoulder at the curvy, long-haired woman who was riding passenger with him. Around him, his crew is lined up for a fight, just as the Kings are.

  “Just this once,” Reed agrees. “No guns.”

  “Which one of you bastards shot the bullet meant for me?” Nix asks, his tone acidic.

  A few of the Royals snigger.

  “Here I thought the cunt was back from the dead, but that must be the new redheaded pussy you replaced her with.”

  Reed points over Nix’s shoulder at me, and Nix loses it, charging him. Jake and Trevor hold him back, and Reed laughs, spreading his arms out.

  “Blood for blood, Wilson. That’s how it works. You know that. Had you minded your own business, Tolito and your whore would still be alive.”

  Nix throws off Jake and Trevor and gets in Reed’s face, towering several inches over him, but Reed is a wide man, visible on either side of Nix.

  “The blood war started long before us when your uncle murdered mine and raped my aunt. Your whole family is nothing but filthy trash. You want blood for blood, I’ll fucking give it to you.”

  Nix unleashes his rage, his fist slamming into Reed’s face, jerking it to the side. Three Wild Royals descend on Nix, and the Kings rush in to protect him. The brawl between the two MCs is a circle of black leather and fists.

  “Fuck this.” Bama’s boots scuff behind me, and I turn to see her reaching for her cell phone as she backs away from us. As soon as the operator answers, she’s asking 911 for help and describing the scene. Maci joins Bama, giving her directions.