King (Grit Chapter Book 2) (2 page)

King watched as Payne fucked Vicky in front of him. He saw the way Vicky was riding Payne, giving herself over to the pleasure that their Prez was giving to her. King knew most of the club whores wanted Payne’s attention, as he was known for being one of the best in bed.

When Vicky screamed her release, the room erupted.

Payne didn’t stop, he kept on fucking her, and only when she came twice more did he let her go.

“That’s how it’s done,” Payne said, picking Vicky up and walking away with his cock still covered with the used condom.

C
lara stared at the clubhouse and sighed. Vicky had invited her to their party, and she couldn’t believe she was even here. Stepping up to the front door, she noticed two men were leaned against the wall, smoking and getting their dicks sucked by scantily-clad women at the same time. They were smiling and laughing as if they weren’t getting blow jobs.

Shaking her head, she made her way toward the front door, but when one of the men shouted at her, she turned toward them.

“What are you doing here?” the one on the right asked.

“I was invited. It’s a club party, right?”

“Who invited you?” This came from the one on the left.

“Vicky. She’s a club girl.” She didn’t feel comfortable referring to her friend as a club whore even though Vicky didn’t mind. When she last talked to Vicky, her friend had been so excited as she caught the eye of the club Prez, which was some big deal apparently. From the way Vicky sounded it was like she’d been picked to fuck a movie star or something.

“Grim,” the one on the left said.

“Excuse me?” Clara said.

“That’s my name. This is Reaper,” Grim said, pointing to the other man.

“Am I not allowed in the club?” she asked.

“Are you part of any other club?” Reaper asked.

“No. I’m just a friend of Vicky’s. I don’t live in Grit, though. I’m just passing through. I’m at the hotel just off the main road. Vicky said it would be fine for me to stop here.”

Both men pushed the women off their dicks and tucked themselves away. “We’ll show you in.”

She frowned at how excited the men seemed to be, and she wasn’t just talking about their dicks. They moved to her sides, both of them wrapping an arm around her back. Neither of them frightened her as she had a feeling they were up to something that had nothing to do with her. But it was a little awkward the way they were so forward.

They entered the clubhouse and she wasn’t surprised by the state of undress and fucking that was going on. She’d been travelling a lot the past five years, and she’d seen a hell of a lot more than this debauchery. Clara wasn’t a prude by any means.

“What the fuck are you two doing now?” A large man stood up from the bar. He looked pissed, and his hair was slicked back and fell to his neck.

“She’s Vicky’s friend. We’re going to take her to see her.”

“You know he doesn’t like being interrupted.”

“Doesn’t matter. King, are you coming?”

Before she could say anything, she was being led away toward the back of the clubhouse and up several flights of stairs. She didn’t put up a fight as she’d not even seen Vicky yet.

“What’s your name?” the man they’d called King, asked.

“Clara.”

He grunted. “I’m King, and I’m sure you were already introduced to these two fuckers,” he said, pointing to Grim and Reaper.

“He’s going to be so pissed.”

“And it’s fucking funny,” Reaper said.

“You two have a death wish,” King said.

They came to a stop, and Clara rolled her eyes at the clear sound of Vicky in orgasm. She had heard it enough during their twenty-year friendship to know when Vicky was getting off. They had met when they were five years old and had only parted ways when they were twenty but stayed in touch. Clara had left to spread her wings, and Vicky stayed in Grit. Clara had no reason to settle down and stay in town, and so she went on the road, exploring everything that life had to offer.

Without knocking, Grim opened the door, and Clara sighed. Vicky was on her hands and knees on the bed, and a very large, muscular man was fucking her from behind. This was not the first time she’d seen her friend in such a position.

Folding her arms, she watched the man fucking Vicky. He glared at them before throwing a book that was on a shelf bedside him.

“I’m not in the mood to be watched right now. Get the fuck out.”

Vicky squealed, turned her head, and Clara laughed when she saw the recognition in her friend’s eyes.

“Clara, you made it.”

“You did tell me to be here by nine, and guess what, Vicky, it’s nine.” Clara tapped her watch.

“Shit, sorry.” Vick tapped Payne’s thigh. “Payne, this is my friend, the one I was telling you about, Clara.”

Payne had paused inside Vicky.

“Hi, Payne,” Clara said.

“Clara. We’re a little busy. You think you can keep yourself entertained?”

“I certainly can,” Clara said. Before she walked away, she entered the room and went to her friend. It had been over a year since she’d seen Vicky.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Payne asked.

She wrapped her arm around Vicky’s back, kissing her head. Strange as it was to do this right now, he’d seen Vicky in a hell of a lot of compromising positions. She didn’t care. Vicky, in turn hugged her back.

“I missed you, honey,” Clara said.

“I missed you too. You’re going to love it here.”

“I can imagine.” Clara gave Payne a smile. “See you soon.” Clara left them alone and closed the door behind her.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Grim asked.

“Nowhere.”

“Oh fuck, will you marry me?” Reaper asked.

“What’s the big deal?”

This time King laughed. “Most of the women who encounter Payne find him scary as fuck. You walked right up to hug your friend. Never seen a woman do that shit.”

Clara shrugged. “It has been too long since I saw Vicky. Now, I’d love a drink.” She stretched her hands above her head, working out the kinks.

She made her way toward the stairwell, and she heard the men follow her downstairs. The club wasn’t so bad. She’d seen far worse, and as she took a seat at the bar, Clara thought about staying in town for a little longer. She really did miss Vicky, and it had been too long since she’d had a good time.

The Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter, looked like they could be rather enjoyable, and right now, she could do with some easy laughter.

“G
irl, I am so happy you’re here,” Vicky yelled over the blare of music.

Clara smiled and nodded. She leaned in, her beer in hand, the buzz moving through her pretty fiercely. “I know—me too. It’s been too long since we saw each other.”

Vicky smiled. “Let’s not let so much time pass, okay?”

Clara nodded.

“Shot!” Vicky hollered out to the biker working behind the bar. He had tattoos lining his forearms, and she could even see ink coming up from the collar of his shirt and covering his neck.

He set a bottle of whiskey in front of them and two shot glasses. It had been a while since Clara drank, but tonight she was going to party. The people in the club seemed as if they liked a good time, and that’s what Clara wanted tonight. She wanted to let loose, to just enjoy herself. She’d been traveling the country for the last few years, living off the money her parents had set aside for her, and the money she’d saved up over the years. Clara probably should have used it for college, but she figured she only lived once.

Vicky handed her the filled shot glass, lifted hers up, and together clinked the glasses.

“To having a killer fucking time,” Vicky shouted, and Clara grinned.

She felt comfortable at the club, and how insane was that given the fact she’d just come here a couple of hours ago? She tossed back the shot, breathing through the burn of the liquor, and felt this tingling sensation on the back of her neck. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the biker named King staring at her, his focus intense, dark ... promising. Everything in Clara tightened, and she blindly reached for the bottle of alcohol, needing another shot. She couldn’t deny she hadn’t felt this electricity move through her when she first saw him. He was a huge man, tall and muscular, sporting tattoos over his arms and probably on every square inch of his body.

“Looks like King has his eyes set on you, girl,” Vicky said, and Clara turned and looked at her friend. “Oh yeah,” Vicky said as if she saw Clara’s confusion. “You better watch out, because when King wants something, he goes after it until it’s his.”

Clara finished her second shot and stared at her friend. “Did he go after you?”

Vicky shook her head. “Nope. I’ve been fucking Payne for a while now and when Payne has pussy on the mind, he sticks to one woman. For a while, at least.”

Was King the same way? The truth was Clara didn’t need anything more than a good time and wasn’t that why she’d come back to Grit? She knew hanging with Vicky would ensure that, but could she let her inhibitions go and let her arousal lead the way? Hell, it might be fun just to think outside of the box and have a one-night stand. 

“H
ey, baby.” The club whore came up to King, smiling, looking drunker than hell and smelling of sex. She reached out for him, stroking his leather cut.

“Get the fuck off of me,” King said and pushed away the drunken club bitch who was moving her hand down to his cock. He looked at Clara, the woman here to party with her friend Vicky, and looking fucking good as hell. He glanced down at her ass, the jeans tight as hell and showing the big roundness of the globes. Damn, he’d like to slide his dick right between the cheeks, fuck her good and hard, and have her come undone from it.

“Want a hit, man?” Smalls asked, walking up to King and handing him the roach.

He took the roach, inhaled from it while he watched Clara take some shots with a few of the Patches and club whores, and felt his cock jerk at the sight.

“She’s fucking hot,” Smalls said and took a seat. The club whore moved away from King and went to Smalls, and thank fuck for that because he wasn’t in the mood for her.

He looked at Smalls, knowing he had a grim expression.

“What?” Smalls asked.

“Stay away from her. I’m calling dibs.” Yeah, he’d just gone there. He didn’t want any of his fellow Patches getting in on her. King leaned back in the chair, the shadows in the corner hiding him slightly but giving him a prime shot of Clara.

“She doesn't look special to me,” the club whore said.

He couldn’t help but grunt. “She isn't dirty; that’s for fucking sure.”

“Hey, I like dirty,” Smalls said and grinned over at the club whore. He pulled her onto his lap, grabbing one of her tits.

King went back to checking out Clara. She was dancing with Vicky, and it was clear she had a wild side. He liked that. God, her ass was full and round, her hips flaring out and giving him a prime shot of the fact she was all curves. The sweet butts at the club were thinner with bones protruding. But Clara had it going on, with thick thighs and a rounded belly that was shown whenever she’d lift her arms. He was getting so damn hard right now. King didn’t give a shit who saw him take her.