King of Kings

by Shreffler, Betty

  Voices rise, and blood spatters the pavement. A glint of silver reflects in the sunlight, and I lunge forward, shouting at Axel.

  “Behind you, Axel, knife!”

  Jake slams his hand down on the Wild Royal’s arm, and the blade drops from his grip. Jake does some kind of fancy roundhouse kick and knocks the guy on his ass. Axel punches the guy behind Jake, and William is a wrecking ball plowing into the Wild Royal in front of him and takes him to the ground. My eyes stay on Nix, making sure no blades come his direction. He and Dominic are back-to-back, crunching bones that come in contact with their fists.

  Sirens sound in the far distance, and the men push off each other, putting space between them as they take off for their bikes. The Kings’ Harleys start and they wave for us to join them.

  Bama backs up to the pillar at the end of the pavilion. “I’m not coming.” With wide, frightened eyes, she clenches her phone in front of her like it’s a safety barrier.

  Liz and I race toward her.

  “Yes, you are,” I grab her phone and ensure the call has ended.

  “You’re not ratting out the Kings to the cops.” Liz grabs her arm, and I grab the other, tugging her along. She resists us, and I put myself in front of her, staring her dead in the eyes.

  “You can rejoin your friends when we get back to camp, or you can stay here, tell the cops what happened, and become the enemy of an outlaw motorcycle club.”

  Without resistance, she runs with us to the bikes and gets on the back of Ink’s. Kings and Wild Royal motorcycles speed off the opposite direction of the sirens.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  NIX

  Driving into camp, I cut the engine and help Synne off the back of my bike and into my arms, making sure she’s okay. She does the same, checking me over for knife wounds. Looking at my busted lip, she frowns.

  “You’re gonna need ice for that.”

  “Nah, babe, I’m fine.”

  Pulling her thighs forward, I bring her closer, inhaling her scent in an effort to calm my rage.

  “But it does ruin the plans I had for eating your pussy.”

  She chuckles, and I give her a forced smile. Putting my head to hers, my jaw locks as Reed’s words replay through my mind, my shoulders tensing. Synne must notice the change. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she massages, her strong hands alleviating some of the tension. My right shoulder is especially sore after the punches I threw. She must’ve been watching because she gives that shoulder more attention.

  The rest of my crew parks their bikes, and I look them over for obvious injuries. Maci jumps off William’s bike, blood-stained on the right side of her tank top.

  “Liz!” she shouts as she helps William off his bike. Synne hops off mine, and I rush to William, taking his arm and putting it around my shoulders.

  Liz is off Jake’s bike as fast as she can. “Bring him into the camper.”

  William stumbles into the camper, but at least he’s still lucid. Dropping onto the bed, face first, he raises his shirt. Blood coats his skin and is soaked through his shirt from the three-inch knife wound on his ribs and back. Liz sits on the bed next to him, eases a towel under him, then pours hydrogen peroxide on the wound. With the first aid kit open next to her, she takes out the needle and cleans it with alcohol. Threading the needle, she begins the suturing. William grimaces but remains still. Minutes later, she has the wound closed up, and William looks like he’s ready to pass out. Jake comes forward and hands him a whiskey bottle.

  “Here, it’ll help.”

  Liz puts a bandage over the wound and tapes it. “Don’t do anything to tear open my stitches.” She gives him a pointed look as she puts her supplies away.

  William turns on his back and slowly sits up, only grimacing once. Chuckling, he takes a chug of whiskey. “If you’re tellin’ me I can’t fuck or ride my Harley, that’s not gonna happen, sister. Thanks for patchin’ me up though.”

  Maci pushes forward and sits next to him. Wrapping an arm around her, William raises the bottle and takes another chug of whiskey.

  “You all right?” he asks her, concern filling his eyes.

  “Yeah, better now that you’re okay.”

  “Would’ve been worse if Dom hadn’t fucked the guy up. Let’s head out there. I need to thank him.”

  William and Maci exit with his arm still draped over her and the whiskey bottle dangling from the other. No doubt they’ll be fucking again by night’s end.

  Liz washes her hands and puts the first aid kit away as Jake and I leave the camper with a second bottle of whiskey. The Alabama chick is marching past us as we come out. Ignoring us, she continues on with rushed steps, heading right for the trail that leads back to the main drag.

  “Sarah!”

  Ignoring Ink, she keeps her pace and disappears down the trail.

  “I don’t think the MC life is for her, after all,” Synne tells him. “We had to convince her to get back on your bike.”

  Brows furrowing, Ink’s mouth downturns into a frown, and he takes the whiskey bottle William hands him, swigs twice, and hands it back. Moving to the camp chair, he drops into it and kicks at the charred wood in the firepit.

  Looking around at my crew, they look exhausted from the fight. Slumping into their camp chairs, they pass the whiskey bottles around as Liz checks each of us for wounds.

  Every man who has a woman has her draped around them, rubbing or kissing on them, and Synne’s no exception, standing behind my chair, massaging my shoulders. Lowering, she puts her arms around my chest. The silky touch of her skin rubs against my face, the cinnamon scent I’m coming to love filling the air.

  “You all right?” she whispers.

  Putting my hand on her arm, I caress it, tilt my head to the side, and kiss her.

  “Ladies, can you give us Kings some time to talk in private?”

  Synne’s hands stop kneading the tension in my muscles. She stands and directs her head toward the camper.

  “Let’s cool off inside.”

  The women glance back at us with concern but follow Synne’s lead. Once the door of the camper is closed, I outstretch my hand and take the whiskey bottle Wesley hands me.

  “It’s time to put our plans into action.” Taking a couple of swigs, I pass the bottle to my right and hand it to Dominic. “Find the weakest link. Get the information we need. Tonight.”

  Dominic takes the bottle, swallows a mouthful, then lowers it, his expression stone cold.

  “Consider it done.”

  Dominic hands the bottle back to me, and I take another swallow. Standing from my camp chair, I pitch the nearly empty bottle into the firepit and watch the glass shatter into hundreds of tiny shards. Staring at them, the remaining bit of liquid soaks into the dark embers around them, my gaze is frozen, looking at what seems like a reflection of my own damaged soul.

  “We’re going to make them suffer like she suffered.”

  * * *

  The Kings get rowdy as Axel rolls up to the start of the men’s bike races. As the road captain, he has the fastest bike out of all of us, thanks to some of my custom installs. Next to him is an equivalent model with similar speed; I’m eager to see how Axel’s bike performs against it. When the flag drops, the two bikes take off and hold steady next to each other, challenging their riding skills, then it changes to their bikes’ performance when Axel shifts and rolls on the throttle. The space between the two bikes becomes a massive gap, and Axel takes the win. With our fists and beer bottles in the air, we cheer him on.

  Soon, our attention returns to the starting line as Trevor rolls up with his red devil, the nickname he gave his ride. With Axel in the race, I’m certain Trevor won’t win, but Trevor does have a good shot at the badass bike contest. The custom paint job I did on his ride looks killer. Trevor and his opponent go head-to-head, and with the weight of Trevor’s bike, he takes a loss. He doesn’t care though, it’s all an excuse to show off our bikes and indulge in our need for speed.

  Trevor
rejoins our crew, and we all get revved in anticipation of Axel’s next race. He pulls up with his glossy black and shiny gold Harley. Next to him is a red, white, and blue ride with an American flag attached to the sissy bar. The bike is pretty badass, but like Trevor’s ride, it looks like it’s more for show and cruising than racing. The race flag drops, and the red, white, and blue Honda is left behind as Axel gains speed and roars through the finish line. With another triumphant win, the Kings seem to have forgotten the stress of the fight from earlier today. Maci returns with Audrey and an ice-cold bucket of beers. They’re joyously welcomed as the men grab fresh cold bottles and pop the tops. It’s another two races before Axel is up again, but this time he meets his match and loses the race. Shortly after, he joins us on the wooden bleachers, and we give him a congratulatory beer and pats on the back in celebration of his wins.

  As I sit back down, I pull Synne onto my lap, and she loops an arm around my neck and steals my beer. Tilting her head back, she chugs several long swallows, then hands it back to me half empty. Setting it aside, I finger at the frayed strings of her jean shorts, and she nibbles that plump pink lip of hers.

  “Are we still on for tonight?”

  There’s hope in her sensuous gaze—hope for time alone with me, hope for pleasure—and I want to fulfill every dirty thought running through my mind.

  Sliding a finger farther up her shorts, I tease the soft flesh of her pussy, and she spreads her legs just a bit wider for me to feel her slickness. As soon as I do, my cock stretches, and all I can think of is how much I want that slick heat surrounding my dick.

  “I always keep my promises.”

  With her legs spread between mine, I reach farther up and circle her underwear against her clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and she sucks in a breath, doing her best to keep her face impassive, but her rising chest gives away how much she craves more of my touch.

  Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I lick along her ear before I whisper, “Will you let me fuck every hole?” Facing me, there’s a lascivious twinkle in her eye. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

  Staring at her hazel gems, I catch her leg as she swings it over mine and angles her body to face me. My hand goes right to her ass as she sucks along the shell of my ear and bites at the lobe. Goosebumps race across my flesh, and my cock goes full length.

  “The thought of you fucking my mouth, pussy, and ass turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. We should ditch the crew and begin our night together. I’m so damn horny for you.”

  Pulling her ass across my erection lights up her eyes.

  “I feel the same.” Bringing those full pink lips closer, I slip my tongue between them, my cock now painfully erect and desperate for her pussy. “Give me a minute to handle this, then we’ll go back to camp.”

  Sneaking her hand down between us, she massages my hard-on. My head drops, my eyes pinching closed as I battle the mix of pain and pleasure.

  “Keep it up, and I’ll bend you over this bleacher and fuck you in front of everyone.”

  The playful challenge in her eyes feeds my raging libido. Putting my hand over hers, I wink.

  “You’re askin’ for it, aren’t ya?”

  “I wouldn’t stop you if you did.”

  My head lowers, a chuckle rumbling out of my chest.

  “Damn, babe, you’re full of surprises, and I love it.”

  Reaching over, I snap my fingers and get Trevor’s attention. When he looks, I point to Liz. “Get her for me.”

  Liz leaves Jake’s side and comes to mine.

  “What’s up?”

  “You mind if I use the camper tonight? Synne and I need time alone.”

  Liz and Synne exchange glances, both of them flashing smirks at one another.

  “No problem. There’s an extra tent in the camper. Leave it out for us. I’m not sleeping in your jizz covered tent.”

  Synne tightens her lips, holding back her laughter. My smile draws up the side of my mouth.

  “You’re not wrong about that. I’ll leave the tent out. Knock if you need anything else inside.”

  Leaving us, she returns to Jake. He looks over at me, and I slide Synne off my lap now that my erection is down enough to walk around without my jeans looking like a horizontal teepee. With my arm around her, I motion for Jake and Dominic to join me. They follow us off the bleachers to a private spot at the back corner of them.

  “We’re headed back to camp. Just the two of us. We’ll be in the camper for the night. I don’t care how late it is, I want to know when you’re back and how things went. Check in and report with Max as we planned.”

  “We have this handled. Nothing to worry about.” Dominic’s confidence eases the nerves tickling the back of my neck.

  “We’ll have each other’s backs. In and out like silent predators,” Jake shares.

  I accept Jake’s fist and clamp mine around it, then tap him on the back.

  “Be safe, brother.”

  I offer the same to Dominic and am pleased with his acceptance of the gesture. In the last few months, the friendship we started has come to feel like a true brotherhood between us. I’d trust this guy with my life, and I believe he’d do the same.

  Jake dips his chin at Synne. “Take care of him.”

  Synne moves in closer, and I wrap my arm around her. Reaching between my legs, she grabs my dick, taking me by surprise.

  “He’ll be very well taken care of, I assure you.”

  “That’s my cue.” Winking at Jake and Dominic, I match their grins and slap Synne’s ass. With my arm draped around her shoulder, I lead us out of the racetrack as the cruisers finish, and the sport bikes begin. Sliding my hand into her tank, I rest my hand over her breast. She doesn’t stop me or pull away, and I bring her in close to kiss her in appreciation. Synne is comfortable with her sexuality, and I appreciate that about her. She isn’t shy in showing her attraction to me, and I don’t ever want her to be. If she’s always this open about intimacy, we’re going to have a damn good relationship.

  Every so often, she glances up at me, and each time, I steal a kiss. After the third kiss at the edge of our camp trail, we stop walking, and I hold her face to mine as I deepen the kiss. Looking down at her, I lose myself in the flecks of gold and green amid the light brown in her irises.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  With a soft expression, her lips part, and she reaches up to touch my hand caressing her cheek.

  “The way you make me feel… I’m happy you asked me to be your girl.”

  “I am too.”

  Taking her hand, I lead us through the trail into the opening with our vehicles and tents. Unlocking the camper, I open the door for her and wait for her to enter first. Inside, she gathers two cups from the cabinet and fills them halfway full of liquor. Handing me one, she watches me behind the glass as she tips it back and empties it. I do the same, moving forward as I set the glass down on the counter. Caging her between me and it, I remove the space between us, my whiskey flavored lips meeting hers.

  Sliding her hands beneath my vest, she peels it off my shoulders and down my arms. I catch the vest and toss it onto the table. Putting my hands on her hips, I bring her with me, leading us to the bed. Snaking her hands up my shirt, she works it up my chest, and I toss it on the floor as my ass lands on the bed. She takes a step back and slowly undresses, letting me admire every curve of her hot as fuck body.

  Unzipping my pants, I loosen my erection and fist it in my palm, pumping it as she lowers her hands, fingering her pussy. When she steps forward, I replace her fingers with mine, her silky wetness coating them like I want her to coat my stretched cock.

  “Ride me, baby.”

  Bringing her forward, I lie on my back as she straddles me. One hand grips her hip as she slides onto me, her eager pussy taking me fully without having to ease in. With her pussy clenched around me, I palm her tit, my thumb giving extra attention to her tight nipple as she pulls off my cock, then comes forward again, tak
ing all of me. My head falls back, and my right hand drops to her hip, gripping her as I continue to thrust my hips up, matching her rhythm. The slick heat of her pussy and the sensation of pure unadulterated pleasure coursing through my veins draws my orgasm through my shaft. Exploding into her, I continue to grip her hips, pushing deep into her. She lowers on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her, caressing her hair and back. Together, our paired lips move in affectionate languid motions, our hands caressing the other, their strokes silent words of affection.

  “I care about you. Probably more deeply than I’m ready to admit. I want you to know you’re not a replacement. Who you are, what we have, is different from what I had before.”

  The tip of her finger swipes down my cheek and across my lips as her gaze stays locked on me. The gloss of her eyes and the way she swallows her first words exposes her vulnerability as if I’ve uncovered a deep well, pooling with emotion.

  “I don’t give a fuck what that asshole said. You’re different, so different from the rest. You love deeply and protect those you care about fiercely. I know I mean something to you. I can feel it here.” She rocks her hips forward, the friction stiffening my cock. “And I can feel it here.” Lips like candy and spice, sweet and invigorating, drop to mine, and I don’t back off for air.

  With my arm around her, I turn us, putting her on her back. Pushing forward, my stretched cock invents new sounds of arousal from her lips.

  “This rounds for you.”

  Mouth tilted and hungry for more of her, I kick my jeans and boots off. With one hard thrust, my cock is surrounded by slick heat. One thrust after the other, her lips solicit sounds expressive of her mounting pleasure. Pulling her knees together, I raise her legs, holding them toward the ceiling. Her palms fist the blanket as her ass is raised off the bed, my cock driving in and out of her clenched pussy. Her arousal soaks my cock, and her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, just before she releases it and cries out in satisfaction. Freeing her legs, they drop like deadweight as her palms open and let go of the blanket. Face flushed, her eyes widen when I raise one leg, drape it over my forearm, grip her hip, and slam forward, thrusting as hard and deep as before. I’ve yet to cum, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get another orgasm out of her before I do.