King (Grit Chapter Book 2) (8 page)

“She doesn’t do goodbyes. She says that saying goodbye means she’s not coming back, and she has every intention of coming back.”

He’d seen the pain in her eyes. She loved her friend, and it hurt her every time Clara disappeared.

“I want you to stay.”

“What is it with everyone begging me to stay?”

King slammed his dick back inside, watching the pleasure cross her face. He was going to get his answers one way or the other, and if making her wait for release got him what he wanted, he was going to do it. “What is it with you fighting it?”

“You can’t force me to stay in Grit.”

“I know I can’t force you. It doesn’t mean I can’t try and persuade you.” He paused with his dick deep inside her. This was the better time than any to have this conversation. She was distracted, pinned, and he could get what he wanted from her.

C
lara didn’t want to talk about leaving, not at a time like this. Truth was she wanted to settle down, had even thought of staying in Grit and seeing where this went with King. But she was afraid. She’d been traveling the country her whole adult life, and finally calling a place home again seemed a little weird. It also didn’t help that she didn’t know King all that well aside from them having sex, but their connection was undeniable.

“You’re making this worse.” She hadn’t meant to say anything out loud but as soon as the words left her, King stopped and pulled back enough that he could see her.

“I’m making this worse because you don’t want to stay, or you want to so fucking badly it scares you?”

She felt her mouth part but didn’t know how to respond.

“I know you feel this with me, too.” He started thrusting slow and easy inside of her. “I know you want to see where this goes, but you’re fucking scared.”

“I don’t want to do this right now.” And she didn’t. This was getting too deep. “I just want you to fuck me, King.”

“You want me to stop talking about it?”

She nodded, but she knew it wasn’t believable.

“I’ll stop for right now, but this isn’t fucking over.” He stared right in her eyes. “You want me to fuck you until you don’t have to worry about anything else?”

She nodded, needing it.

“Fine, then you got it, baby.” He started thrusting in and out of her hard and fast, and she moaned.

He fucked deeply, never stopping, never relenting. Instead he latched his mouth onto her breast and sucked her nipple until her clit pulsed and more wetness spilled from her. Over and over he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him—she actually was.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

He was pressed fully against her, gripped the cheeks of her ass, and held her like she weighed nothing at all.

Mouth parting on its own when she felt his length slip through her slit, Clara wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him brutally. It was like a floodgate was opened and all of her passion, desire, and need for King came bursting through. Clara had to stop the kiss and gasp at the feel of being stretched so fully by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe King and when he started thrusting in powerful strokes, she knew she would come within minutes.

“Christ, baby.” King panted against the side of her neck and never stopped pumping in and out of her. “Yeah. That’s it. Milk my cock. Get all the fucking cum out.” He grunted and groaned against her. Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined perspiration, and she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions. “You feel so fucking good.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before taking root in her clit.

“God, yes, King.” Every time he thrust into her the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out.

“So good, baby. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it was a sloppy, heated, and almost angry kiss.

She tugged at his hair, loved the dampness at his scalp because he was fucking her so hard. The gritty brick abraded her back as she was moved up and then slid back down on it with every violently delicious thrust. Even though they’d already fucked, this experience was so damn erotic. Neither of them could control themselves, and as their bodies grew wetter from sweat and their touches became painfully good, she knew she’d come harder than she ever had.

She had to be hurting him by digging her nails into his back, but all he did was grunt against her mouth, tighten his hold on her ass, and fuck her harder.

He pulled back only long enough to look at her chest. “You have the biggest, most mouthwatering tits I have ever seen.” He still had his hands on her ass and when he spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them and touched her anus, everything inside of her tightened. “That’s it, come, Clara, because I want to see you so fucking unhinged you can’t even see straight, baby.”

And just as she was coming he said, “But we aren’t fucking done with the conversation, Clara.”

She felt her eyes widening as her pleasure soared. “I want you as mine, and that means you’ll have to stay in Grit.”

“Y
ou finally made it back,” Payne said.

King looked back at his Prez and shrugged. It was the following morning, and he’d spent the entire night with Clara. They’d gone back to her hotel room, and he’d fucked her to the point her neighbor in the next room had complained.

“I didn’t realize you were keeping track of me.”

“I wasn’t. Your lack of presence was noted. Even Beast saw, and he’s always inside his pussy these days.” Payne was smoking a joint, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Where’s Vicky?”

“She’s sleeping. You don’t need to worry about her.”

“I’m not worried about her.”

“Vicky’s worried you’re going to break Clara’s heart.”

“So now you’re being a pussy and going to ask me not to hurt your girlfriend’s friend?” King folded his arms, staring back at Payne. “You won’t even declare Vicky as your old lady.”

“What I feel for Vicky and how I treat her is not your problem. Vicky becomes upset, so do I. I don’t like that.”

King snorted. “Seriously, when are you going to accept that you fucking love that girl? From the first day she got here, you couldn’t stand for another guy to touch her, and yet you let them until you had the balls to actually do it yourself.”

Payne stood up, taking several steps toward him. “You better watch your fucking mouth.”

King wasn’t about to stand there and take a warning from his Prez, when the only person really hurting Vicky stood right in front of him.

“What’s the matter, Payne? Don’t you think that you not taking her as your old lady is going to hurt her? You treat her like this fucking treasure that no other brother can touch, and yet, you won’t even give her the chance to be your old lady.”

“You know why the fuck that is.”

“Because of some enemy? Yeah, you’re more scared of some fucking enemy that’s not even come out yet. You’re my Prez and my friend, but don’t think for one second that I’ll let you tell me what to do when it comes to the woman I’m fucking. If you do, this will go both ways, and I’ll let Clara right at your ass.”

“Don’t fight,” Vicky said, startling both of them.

Payne took a step back, and King glanced toward the door. She wore one of Payne’s shirts, and it stopped at her knees.

He also noticed the pain and the hurt in Vicky’s eyes.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Payne asked.

“I heard you shouting, and I was worried.”

“You’ve got nothing to be worried about. We’re all fine down here.”

“Did you just get in, King?” she asked.

“Yeah. I spent the night with Clara.”

“How is she?”

“She’s fine. It’s not easy to figure out what she’s thinking.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Why don’t you go back to bed, babe,” Payne said.

“It’s morning. I don’t want to.”

Vicky moved into the room, going toward the coffee pot.

“What’s Clara’s story?” King asked.

He figured she’d be the best person to know what he was up against.

“You expect me to spill all of Clara’s secrets?”

“You’re best friends with her. You’re going to know a lot more than me, and the best way of actually keeping her here in Grit.”

Vicky sighed, and her shoulders drooped. She turned around, nursing her coffee. “You’d think I’d know how to keep my best friend in place, but the truth is, I don’t know how.”

Payne moved up beside Vicky, and King was shocked when she stepped away from him. Usually Vicky was the one vying for Payne’s attention.

“Why does she move around a lot?”

“Most of the time Clara gets bored with where she’s staying. She’ll move on to try to find something exciting, something different. When that doesn’t happen, she tends to always find a reason.” Vicky chuckled. “You know, when we were in high school, she was the one who wanted to have the family, the kids, and settle down. That’s not the woman she is now though. Over time she changed, and it stopped being what she wanted. Now, you can’t keep her in one place.”

The woman who wanted to settle down was not the woman King knew—far from it.

“What made her move away?”

Vicky shook her head. “No, I can’t do it. Clara’s my best friend. If she wants to tell you why she travels, then it’s up to her.” She turned to look at Payne. “You don’t need to go warning him about what it would do. Regardless of who forces Clara away, her leaving will hurt.”

“Baby,” Payne said.

“No, I can’t do this right now. You’re not fair. I promised you I wouldn’t do this in front of the club, and I won’t.” She glanced toward King, and she gave him a smile. “I’m going to get dressed.”

She left the room, carrying her coffee along with her.

“Fuck!” Payne ran fingers through his hair, looking pissed off.

“If you ask me, Prez, the only person hurting that girl is you.” King slapped him on the back.

“She knows why I can’t claim her.”

King was tired of hearing the same old excuses. It pissed him off. Yes, there were dangers out there, but if the club knew she was Payne’s old lady, she’d be more protected than club pussy. Their enemies were many, and they didn’t care who they killed to hurt the club. Club pussy was expendable to some of their enemies. The club did what they could to keep them safe, but there was only so much they could do.

“I’m going to catch a couple of hours.”

Leaving his Prez, he made his way toward this room and found Vicky sitting on the steps, sipping at her hot coffee.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sitting, waiting.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“You to go so I could talk with Payne.”

“He does love you, you know.”

“It’s kind of hard to believe when he won’t even accept me.” She sighed. “Forgive me. I promised to never be that girl. The one who was waiting for the man to appear and sweep her off her feet. This is a fucking MC, so that’s never going to happen.”

“It doesn’t mean you can’t wait for it.”

“I’m realistic, King. I love Payne with my whole heart. I’d risk everything for him. I’d die for him, but he won’t even risk having me as his old lady.” She patted his knee. “It’s fine. I’m pleased you’re not giving up on Clara.”

“Would you like to talk about it?” he asked.

“Nah. I’m going to drink this and head out.”

He nodded. “Don’t give up on him.”

As he walked away, he was sure he heard her whisper, “I already have.”