Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

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“Fuck!” I cupped my aching balls in one hand, thinking not for the first time that I wished I could get five foot two and curvy out of my head. The way she angled her head to the side, smiled that cocky smile, all hands and lips on the dance floor, drove me to goddamn distraction. The leggy, curvaceous Piper Parish played on constant repeat in my head, the way she slid her ass against the hard ridge of my cock not even two weeks ago like a drug to my ravaged veins.

Ryker’s coming home party.

I hadn’t known it then, but she was about to be the death of me.

And the star of many sleepless nights.

I rolled over in bed, eyes catching the vile red numbers on the clock that sat next to my bed.

I’d come to fucking hate myself lately.

Come to hate everything that wasn’t her.

I’d known Piper since she was in high school, running around the ranch with Anna, giggling and making a fool of herself like a normal teenage girl.

And then she’d grown into a woman.

Sweet fucking Jesus had Piper Parish turned into a woman.

Like she’d gone away one summer and come back all tits and ass.

Hell, I really liked her tits and ass.

I groaned again, grinding my hand against my rock-hard cock.

The blue balls were killing me.

Shuffling out of bed, I made my way down the long hall that led from my master to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on a light as I passed the kitchen and headed for the front porch. I plopped ass-first in the old rocking chair that had been left behind when I’d bought the little two-bedroom A-frame. Moonlight shone off snow-capped mountain peaks in the distance, and immediately my thoughts returned to Piper.

I’d grown a lot closer to her in the few years Ryker had been gone. But now he was back, and the way he and Anna were making eyes at each other told me it wouldn’t be long before they were spending a lot more time together.

Ryker was a man’s man, but he wouldn’t let anyone speak so much as a disrespectful word to any woman. And when he’d pulled up to that homecoming game to pick up Anna under Prez’s orders, he’d gotten a helluva lot more than he’d bargained for. He found some slimy little bastard’s hands up her dress, mouth sucking at her neck…and Ryker saw red. Anna’s desperate pleas to stop were falling deaf on the pervert’s ears.

What happened after, well, no one was really sure about.

The cops showed up twenty minutes later after a teacher heard shouting.

They found Anna huddled in a corner, wrapped in Ryker’s leather cut, tears streaking her cheeks.

Ryker was still pummeling what was once Anna’s homecoming date.

Any man worth a damn would have beaten that little shit for daring to force a woman, but with the kind of man Ryker was, seeing that piece of garbage laying a hand on his Anna ignited his base need to protect. Defend. Hell, if it had been Piper, I would have done the same, maybe even worse.

The only thing Anna could remember was Ryker’s crimson-speckled face as he was led to the cruiser in handcuffs.

The judge deemed Ryker’s display third-degree, a temporary act of passionate rage. Ryker and Anna never testified about what happened, and Ryker refused to even let Anna go to court by pleading to a lesser charge. He’d told me on numerous occasions the only thing worse than what happened to Anna would be forcing her to relive it.

It rocked my world when Ryker went away. The realization hit me like a brick how much I’d come to rely on him and Saint being there. When Ryker went up to County, I was forced to grow up.

Funny how in hindsight people foreshadow their own futures.

I’d always known Ryker had a special spot in his heart for Anna. That as Prez’s VP, he looked at her with a certain sense of brotherly protection. But then I remembered the pained look in his eyes every time Anna had a date. Or the stiffness that immobilized his body when she would hug him, even a swift touch, almost as if her hands had the ability to burn him straight to the core. If anyone ever upset Anna, Ryker would always make them pay. Anna Kloss was untouchable—but she had touched him, all the way down to the roots.

Ryker would have laid down his life for her, even then. Anna was embedded in his bones.

And Piper…

Sassy, sensual, unassuming Piper Parish was embedded in mine.

My own memories of our past interactions were hazy because she goddamned blindsided me so much with her beauty, that sharp tongue, the way she gave it as good as she took. It left me wondering if she’d take other things I had to give just as well.

A rakish grin curled my lips as I imagined nestling my mouth between her creamy thighs and feasting on her soaked, pretty pink flesh. Just thinking about her made my mouth water. I wanted to get lost in her scent and drunk on her juice. I would run my teeth across the bud of that delicate little pussy. I craved the sound of her sweet whimpers in my ear, knees locked at my neck, her hands digging passionately into my hair as I took her to places neither one of us had ever been.

Ryker’s coming home party certainly wasn’t the first time I’d noticed Piper’s insane beauty, but it was the first time my reaction to her felt unbridled. Something in the way she’d flicked her eyes across the room at me, almost an invitation to take her on a wild ride, hooked me. My mind had been stuck on her ever since.

I hadn't given much thought to women before now, always too caught up in all the awful shit going down in the world. Something stable was the last thing on my list.

Most people thought the Sinister Knights was a group of outlaw bikers that defended the rights of women because we loved them. Well, it was certainly true—aside from the outlaw part. Females were the fairer sex, all soft curves meant to balance the hard angles and brutish edges of men. Mothers, nurturers, the center of the family structure. I lived my life protecting them and other people who also weren’t being fairly treated.

Perhaps I loved women because I’d lacked my own mother figure. I had very few memories of the woman who birthed me, few memories before addiction slipped behind the wheel and drove her out of my life.

Truth was, Ryker and I had channeled our rage into forming the Sinister Knights. Our organization started as an outlet and grew into something far beyond any of our dreams. We did what we loved every day, living by our own moral code, making money and leaving the world a little better than when we found it.

That’s the best any of us could ask for, but that didn’t mean days spent in the company of only men didn’t get lonely. Maybe it was the last three years without Ryker that had forced me to see how family really did matter, creating a legacy that was more than just a last name. Family was the whole purpose of life, to have people who depended on you and whom you could lean on.

For the first time ever, I’d found myself wondering what it would be like to have a woman to share everything with. Falling asleep with her tucked in my arms and waking up to her sweet kisses every morning, rug rats with my last name running around the house, both driving me crazy and making me proud.

Piper was the first woman who made me want those things, and hell if that didn’t scare the shit out of me.

I stroked my beard, deep in thought when lights flicked far off down the way. I waited a breath, even more surprised to see headlights turning into the road that led to the remote ranch.

It was rare someone unaffiliated with the Sinister Knights came out this far, even rarer this late at night.

I frowned when the car turned into Prez’s driveway, car idling for a minute before the lights flicked off.

Without thinking twice, I headed across the long stretch of grass that separated Prez’s log cabin and my tiny home, prepared to defend the man who defended so many others. The Sinister Knights wasn’t just any motorcycle club; we were a small group that vowed to protect and defend our turf, under any circumstances.

I was just cursing myself for not stopping to throw on my jacket, when a glowing slice of moonlight split the sky, opening up in radiant beams to land upon a soft blond tangle of hair.

“Piper?” The word burned past my lips before I could catch it.

My girl spun around, eyes wide before they shot up and down my form. “King?” She tilted her pretty head to one side, and my heart nearly split down the center. “Why are you naked?”

I rolled my eyes, advancing a little closer, relieved it was her and no one else I had to deal with. “I was in bed, heard a noise.” I cringed with the lie. I’d had her on my mind; that was the problem. “Not naked, I’m wearing boxers. Why you lookin’ at my junk anyway?”

“I…” Her eyes cut down to my dick. “I wasn't looking?—”

“But you are now.” I grinned, shooting her a half smile.

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, hauling her giant-sized purse from the car and flinging it over her delicate shoulder. “It’s too late for conversation. I just need to crawl into bed with Anna and shake this night off me.”

“In bed?” One eyebrow shot up. “Why wasn’t I invited for the sleepover?”

She bumped against me as she angled around the corner of the car. I had half a mind to grab her, pull her to me, and pin her in a desperate kiss.

Christ, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d touched a woman’s lips.

“No sleepover.” Piper shook her head, pausing for a minute to look at me. “Rough night in the kids wing at the hospital.” Her eyes swam with unshed tears. “One of the little boys who was in that accident on the highway last week didn’t make it.” She stepped closer, eyes drifting up to the sky.

I took the moment to watch her, silver moonlight cutting across her high cheekbones. The way the eyelashes framed her already dark eyes made my heart stammer in my rib cage.

“I always crawl into bed with Anna after a hard night. Something about not being alone helps ease the pain of losing a patient.”

I didn’t have a reply for her, only pulled her into my arms, wrapping her up in me and holding on tight.

It took her a minute, but finally, her shoulders relaxed, hands making their way around my waist before I felt a few wet tears on my chest.

“I’m sorry you lost someone you cared for,” I breathed into her soft hair. “Don’t want you feelin’ alone. You’re up, I’m up, might as well be up together. Come back to my place, and I’ll make you something to eat.”

I curled her fingers in mine, energy vibrating between us at the barest of touches, before she nodded and we walked with slow footsteps back to my place.

“King?” her small voice murmured.

“Yeah, little bird?” I tightened my grip on her hand on instinct. Something deep inside my gut told me to protect and defend this woman. She needed it.

“Can we skip the eating and just get to the sleepover part?” Her voice was so pitiful I didn’t have the heart to argue, no matter how much I thought she needed a good meal, or two, to keep the meat on her bones.

Piper and I hadn’t spoken much beyond pleasantries and banter in the past, but something felt different, electrically charged between us.

“Anything you need,” I said against her neck, guiding her up the last few steps and into my home.

Piper in my home.

Somehow, it felt like right where she belonged.

“Been thinking about doing this for a long time,” I said when I flipped the blankets up on my king bed.

“Oh?” She shot me the tiniest of smiles before shedding her purse and coat and sliding in.

She wiggled her ass, curling herself into my pillow before grinning up at me. A grin so bright my chest ached just looking at her radiant face. I warred with myself—be a gentleman, or take advantage, cover her body head to toe with my lips. Maybe there was a way to do both.

A soft growl rumbled past my lips as I slid into bed beside her, conscious of my cock nestled between us, beads of pre-come leaking from the tip and wetting the front of my boxers.

“Okay over there?”

“Fine,” I bit out, not giving a shit if I sounded stressed. I was fucking stressed. She was beautiful and my dick was hard, and every gentlemanly bone in my body was telling me to sink deep inside her until she was gasping for air.

“Doesn’t sound fine from here,” she breathed, snuggling a little closer into me.

My heart hammered an unrecognizable beat. I hoped it matched hers. Misery loved company, and I was nothing if not miserable being sidled up tight next to her like this. She had to know what she was doing, what kind of effect she had on men, didn’t she?

“You sound like a miserable old lion.” She twirled one lock of my hair around her fingers with a gentle smile. “King of the jungle.”

Her teasing made a smile crack my lips.

“Why do you always look so irritated?” She stroked my beard, tilting her head to one side thoughtfully.

“Guess I look irritated when I’m thinking.”

“Guess you do too much thinking, then.” She smiled a dazzling smile then placed a kiss on my forehead, directly between my eyebrows. My gaze shot wide with the touch of her lips on my fiery hot skin. “Thinking is overrated, causes nothing but pain.”

“That ain’t true,” I defended, but my argument fell short.

She giggled, threading our fingers together and snuggling into the crevice of my neck. “Let’s not think tonight, King. I’ve had enough thinking to last me a lifetime.”

I grinned, finally adjusting to her soft body against mine.

I sucked in a deep breath, the weight of her words heavy on my shoulders. This woman had kept me up in my dreams for days on end, and now here she was, tucked into my bed just like she’d always been there.

“What about a goodnight kiss? You object to that?” I stroked a fingertip along her hairline, watching a soft shiver course through her.

“That doesn't sound like any friendly sleepover I’ve ever been to.”

“Who said anything about friendly?”

Her eyes caught mine, lips twisting into a sweet grin before I leaped feetfirst and connected our lips. Soft and slow, I probed past her lips, tangling our tongues in a quiet, powerful kiss. Need pushed back and forth between us, my hands holding her cheeks, her fingertips pressing into my shoulder blades while we lay side by side and kissed until we were breathless.

She pulled away, breath panting past her lips as her eyes fluttered open to catch mine. “I think that was the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

I grinned, pride ballooning my chest. “Good to hear.” I licked a trail across her top lip with my tongue. “Because I don’t plan on stopping until you say otherwise.”

“That could be a very long time.” Her hands went around my neck, inching herself closer.

“And even then, I may not be able to control myself.” I groaned when our lips connected again, losing myself in my sweet little bird until dawn’s light.