Kings of Mayhem (The Kings of Mayhem Book 1)

by Penny Dee

  I broke away to look up at him. “One last time.”

  Heat filled his eyes. “For now.”

  And then he kissed me again.

  CADE—Aged 18

  Then

  The only light in the room came from the small candle on her desk. The window was open, and I could see the moon shining through the branches of the sycamore tree. Indy stood across from me, her big eyes shining like large orbs in the dim light and I could see the nervousness on her face. I reached for her, tenderly brushing my fingertips along her jaw.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, stepping closer so our bodies were a breath away from one another. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

  She smiled, but I felt her shiver with nerves as my fingertips gently caressed the plane of her throat and across her chest, dropping to skim the polished swell of her breast. I felt her breath hitch when I found the sweet bud of her nipple, and her breath left her when I pulled her to me and planted my mouth to hers.

  This is heaven.

  I pulled away and looked down into her beautiful face. There was no need for words. I was in love with her and she was in love with me. The time was right. We were both eighteen. We were ready.

  She smiled and kissed me again, soft and gentle at first, but it grew stronger and more demanding as our bodies began to respond. I was hard as fuck, but in the base of my belly a desire I had never known before began to spread through me, and I wanted to take this slow. I wanted to savor this moment. Savor her.

  “Have you got them?” Indy asked shyly.

  She was talking about condoms. I nodded.

  “Can I see them?”

  The foil pouch was on my nightstand. I passed it to her. Inspecting it in her hand, she looked so unsure, so nervous. But then she looked up at me and smiled.

  “Can I put it on you?”

  The question sent pleasure tingling through me and I wondered if it was such a good idea. I had wanted her for so long I wasn’t sure I could stand it. But I nodded and watched, speechless, as she tore open the wrapper with glittered nails, and removed the latex sheath. Her eyes dropped to my erection and she bit her lip.

  “Are you ready?” she asked.

  I swallowed deeply, my throat dry, and managed to croak out a yes.

  When she touched me, I trembled, and my breath left me in a deep exhale. Sensations crashed through me as her fingers curled around me and slowly rolled the latex down my hard shaft. I sucked in a deep breath. When she was finished, she stepped back.

  I drank her in. Standing there naked, looking across at me shyly, her long, blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. I kissed her, then, walking her backwards toward the bed, and laying her down amongst the sheets. I crawled over her, my body instantly responding to the feel of her beneath me because I had dreamed of this for so long. Her legs parted and I rested my hips between them as I continued to kiss her, letting our bodies find their own way together.

  I pulled back to look at her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about asking her, once again, if she was sure. But it seemed pointless, because she had assured me she was ready and wanted me to be her first. So, there was nothing but silence and the locking of our eyes as I slowly pushed into her body and took her virginity from her.

  Her brows pulled in and her eyes closed momentarily as I filled her. Pain and pleasure flickered across her face, and I pulled back to give her body a moment to adjust before slowly easing back into her, all the way to the hilt. Indy’s lips parted with a moan that was both a mix of desire and discomfort. But she smiled, and when I pulled back again, she raised her hips toward me, seeking me, wanting me.

  She rose up on her elbows to watch me sliding into her. She parted her thighs farther so she could see it all, fascinated by the act.

  I wanted to take my time with her. But the plain and simple fact was I had fantasized about making love to her for so long, wild horses couldn’t hold back the climax. I kissed her hard and strong, and when she whimpered, I gave in to it and came in the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

  Afterwards, I fell onto my back and pulled her into my arms. My heart thundered in my chest.

  “I love you,” I said, planting a kiss on top of her head.

  She wrapped her arms around me. “I love you, too.”

  We lay in silence, our breathing in song with one another.

  “You know I’m going to marry you, right?” I said, feeling invincible while my girl was next to me.

  She wrapped her arms around me and held me to her satiny skin.

  “You had better,” she whispered. “Because my heart is yours and only yours.”

  CADE

  Now

  It was a magical night. The music. The people. The atmosphere. The fact that I had my girl by my side and I could hold her hand and slip my arm around her waist as much as I wanted. She wasn’t engaged. She was still mine.

  It was like a weight had been removed, a cloud dispersed, the fog lifted, and I could see hope for the first time in a very long time. The years peeled away. All the hurt and heart break. All the sadness and grief, and the deep, dull ache of missing her, was gone. She was my girl again.

  We laughed. We danced. We kissed. Then we kissed some more. And it was easy to momentarily forget that tomorrow she would be gone. I couldn’t let myself think about it. I wanted to enjoy the night while we had it. I wanted to show her that this is where she belonged. Here with the Kings of Mayhem. With her family.

  With me.

  I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me. I pushed my hands through her hair as I kissed her hard, drinking in the sweetness of her and falling in love with her over and over again, with every stroke of my tongue.

  We drank and partied with our friends, our family. And when the band played their last song just after midnight, I took Indy by the hand and led her back to my room in the clubhouse.

  “Remember, this doesn’t change a thing,” she whispered as I peeled her clothes from her body.

  She was wrong. This was changing everything. She just didn’t know it yet.

  “Tonight, you’re all mine,” I said, lifting my shirt over my head and pulling her to me. “And I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”

  And I did. All night long, right through to dawn. I loved her body with my body. I kissed her deeply and rhythmically rolled my hips into her hips, savoring the sensations and feelings of love and bliss that consumed the both of us. And when I made her come, I made her come time and time again, kissing her, loving her, making each orgasm last longer, making her moan and whimper my name as she pulsed and clenched around me.

  We both clung onto the night, making each other cry out, making each other wish that things could be different and that we could have this for the rest of our lives. And when the first light of the day broke through the darkness, we both fell asleep entangled in one another’s arms, our wild hearts slowing to beat as one.

  CADE—Aged 18

  Then

  My head throbbed, but it was nothing compared to what my cock was doing. Indy was waking me up in the best possible way. Her delicious plump lips were sliding up the length of me and I groaned, throwing my arm across my face to drown out the bright morning light fighting its way through my closed lids. I couldn’t remember coming home or slipping into bed next to my girl. My daddy had been pouring drinks into me all night, and I couldn’t remember much of anything.

  The flick of Indy’s tongue sent pleasure tearing through me and I groaned. Despite my hangover, my body started to wake up real good. I licked my lips and tangled my fingers in her hair.

  “That feels real good, baby . . .” I rasped.

  She slid up my body and sank down on my cock, gasping as I filled her. I kept my eyes closed as she rode me, fighting off the hangover and the pain of daylight, hoping the hazy pleasure of an orgasm was going to ward off the headache.

  Indy moved slowly against me, riding me at a perfect pace, lazy and s
low, expertly coaxing the pleasure from the base of my belly. Just before I was about to come, she gasped and the sound pierced the haziness in my brain, sending my eyes wide open.

  The girl riding my cock wasn’t my girlfriend.

  I was fucking someone else.

  I gasped. Unfortunately, the realization I wasn’t fucking Indy coincided with my orgasm, and I shot into the stranger on top of me.

  “No!” I cried, shoving the girl off me while my cock continued to pulse with my climax.

  She tumbled onto the bed. “Hey!”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled at her.

  Before I could answer, a voice came from the doorway.

  “Funny . . . that was my question.”

  Horrified, I turned to see Indy standing in the doorway. She looked both shocked and heartbroken. My heart exploded in my chest.

  “Indy!”

  “How could you?” she screamed at me. The water bottle in her hand hurtled across the room and hit the wall behind me. “How could you fucking do this to me?”

  She didn’t wait for me to answer. With a heartbroken sob, she took off.

  My stomach recoiled in panic. What had I done? In two hours we were due to leave for college to start our new life together—away from the club. We would be college kids, and in a couple of years I was going to make her my wife, and eventually we would have kids.

  But one look on Indy’s face and I knew that world had just been ripped away from me.

  I ran after her, tearing down the hall of the clubhouse, completely fucking naked. My dad was still in the bar, smoking cigarettes and laughing with Tex and Griffin, and one look at him and I knew this was his doing.

  Outside, Indy’s beat-up Honda screeched out of the club parking lot, leaving a plume of dust and smoke behind her. I hightailed it back to my room, shoved on a pair of jeans, pulled on a plain white tee and flannel shirt, and got into my boots in record time.

  “Why?” I yelled at the girl still on the bed. “Everyone knows I’m with Indy.”

  The redhead looked like the cat that ate the cream. “It seemed to me you had forgotten all about your girlfriend when you fucked me last night. You enjoyed it. Kept telling me how much you loved my tight pussy.” She opened her legs so I could see all of her. My cum glistened on her skin, and I felt sick. I ran to the bathroom and vomited.

  “Get out!” I screamed at her when I walked back into the room and saw her on the bed. “Get the fuck out.”

  Without a word, she left. Butt naked and proud of it.

  When I raced back through the clubhouse, my father was looking pleased with himself. I was furious, but I wasn’t even going to bother with him.

  Until he opened his mouth.

  “Guess the trip to college is off the cards now—”

  I paused at the door but didn’t turn around.

  “—college boy.”

  My breath left me, heavy and heartbroken. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my face. Without further hesitation, I ripped the door open and left the clubhouse.

  Within seconds, my Harley rumbled with life and I took off after my girl.

  CADE

  Now

  I awoke with a start to find the bed beside me empty. I checked my phone, and when I saw nothing from Indy, I dressed quickly and went out into the clubhouse to see if she was in the kitchen making coffee.

  She wasn’t.

  I checked the bathroom. Nothing.

  She was gone.

  Feeling the fantasy of the night before slip further and further away, I rang her but she didn’t pick up. I went for the door but stopped. She had given me one last night. Made me promise I wouldn’t try for more because we both knew it wasn’t possible. She had a life back in Seattle. One that didn’t involve me.

  She had left without even a goodbye.

  Last night was her goodbye, asshole.

  Worked up, I took a shower to calm down because my body was tight and prickly with frustration. My girl was on a plane back to Seattle and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. I slapped my palms to the tiled wall and let the water roll over me. I promised her . . . one night and then . . .

  Fuck it.

  Promise or no promise. She belonged with me.

  I flicked off the shower and wrapped the towel around my hips. A quick phone call to Lady and I knew Indy was on her way to the airport.

  In ten minutes, I was sitting in traffic.

  If Indy thought she could just walk away from me without talking this through, then she had another thing coming. If there wasn’t anything left to fight for, then fine, she should leave. Just walk away and get on with her life. But there was something left to fight for. She’d let me know that the moment she had made love to me.

  Lady said her flight was in just under an hour. But even if I missed her at the airport, I knew I would keep on riding—all the way to Seattle if I had to. Indy was my girl and I was going to ride to the ends of the Earth if it meant bringing her back to me.

  She was lining up to board her plane when I found her. I slowed down as I approached, not wanting to startle her. But she must’ve felt me because her head lifted and she turned as if she was suddenly aware of me being there.

  Her face fell.

  “Don’t,” she whispered.

  “Don’t what? Stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life. Stop you from walking away when I know you don’t really want to?”

  She glanced around us. “I thought we agreed.”

  “No, we didn’t agree on anything. I don’t want this. You can’t fucking leave.”

  When the lady behind us gasped and covered her kid’s ears, I gave her an apologetic look and pulled Indy out of the line. To my surprise, she let me.

  I took her hand and looked into her big brown eyes. “I love you more than I know how to handle. I can’t let you walk away from us.”

  “I have a life back in Seattle, Cade.”

  “I know. But I’m asking you to have a life here. . . with me. With your family and friends. Let me be the man you deserve.” My heart pounded in my chest. “I don’t want this to be the end.”

  “It has to be.” She looked away. “You’ll find someone else.”

  I grabbed her by the arms as if it would somehow make her come to her senses. “I want you! It doesn’t matter if I find someone else—they’re not you. So, I’m fucking doomed, do you understand me? Because I don’t want anyone else. And believe me, I’ve tried. But it seems that choice left me when I was five and my heart decided it belonged to you.”

  She started to cry. “I can’t do this again.”

  “You still love me. Somewhere behind that wall you’ve built, you still love me.”

  “And what makes you so sure?”

  “Because I still love you, just like I did when I was eighteen. It never ended for me. Do you understand that?” I knew I sounded desperate. But I needed her to understand. For me, there was only her. “It simply got stronger, day after day, year after year, and you know what that tells me? It tells me that what we had was real. That it was something special. Something strong. Something magical. That doesn’t just fade away.”

  She took a step closer to me. “No, it doesn’t. But I can’t—it took so long to get over you. I can’t do that again. The pain…” Her eyes filled with tears and she squeezed them shut. “It would end me.”

  Her words slayed me. I knew what I had put her through, and I was so damn sorry.

  “Don’t go,” I whispered.

  She shook her head again.

  “Goodbye, Cade.”

  And just like that, she was gone.

  INDY—Aged 18

  Then

  Rain battered the window. I hugged the cushion tighter to my chest and stared out at the gray day. Outside, a cold wind moved through the trees, sending leaves falling to the ground.

  It was my fifth day in Seattle, my third day of college, and six days since I had walked in on Cade having sex with the girl fr
om the clubhouse.

  Six days of a broken heart.

  Six days of hibernating in my room, and only venturing outside to go to class.

  My chest was heavy with heartache and longing. How was it possible to hate and ache for one person at the same time?

  “Okay, enough is enough,” my roomie said, flopping down on her bed across from mine. Trinity was a New Yorker with a big smile and a halo of auburn curls. “This is your sixth day here, and apart from a couple of classes, you haven’t left this room.” She sat up. “Get your coat. We’re going out for coffee.”

  “I don’t want to go out,” I murmured, still staring out the window.

  I had no desire to be sociable.

  “You know, people don’t believe me when I say I have a roommate. They think you’re a ghost.”

  I knew I should be embracing college life. I had wanted it for so long. But not like this. Not without Cade. Another wave of grief crashed through me and I squeezed the cushion tighter to my chest. It was a hard enough putting one foot in front of the other, let alone making an effort. I missed him.

  Trinity threw my coat at me. “One coffee. And then I will personally escort you back to our room and you can resume the recovery position.”

  If there was one thing I had learned about Trinity in the six days I had known her—she was determined. She wasn’t going to let this go until I gave in, and right now I didn’t have the energy to fight her.

  I glanced at her. “Just one?”

  She grinned. “I promise.”

  Outside, it was as cold as it was bleak. The rain had stopped but the sky was dark with rain clouds. Leaves skipped across the footpath as we made our way through the deserted park toward the campus café. I ducked my head down and pulled my coat tighter around me.

  “Um, Indy, this is just a guess, but I’m pretty sure that’s your Mr. Wrong waiting for you up ahead,” Trinity said.