Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

P iper

I sped as fast as my little Toyota could carry me more than twenty miles into the mountains, over Falcon Ridge, until I found the little two-track Anna and I used to pick blueberries down every summer. I had so many memories of growing up around Falcon’s Nest, this place was like my home, my own parental equivalents either too drunk or too high to send more than a passing glance my way.

Hanging out at Anna’s house through all of high school had saved me, and I owed every ounce of my sanity to her dad and the other Sinister Knights. It was only because Prez made Anna study every night from five to seven that I studied and pulled in the grades to get into nursing school. And here I was, working rounds at the hospital, making enough money to pay my bills plus a little extra, and now King.

My beautiful, wounded King.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when I pulled into the worn two-track, the lights of an ambulance whirling ahead of me.

As soon as I’d told Prez what had happened to King, he’d hung up the phone with me and called EMS, and thank God, they’d beaten me here. Prez had instructed me to keep in touch, and if it was really serious, to give him a call to discuss options.

I didn’t know what options meant, and I didn’t want to know.

I did have a feeling the Knights would be retaliating against the Outlaws, though.

I frowned at the thought, bolting out of my car just as two paramedics walked down the steps, scared looks on their faces.

“What’s going on? Is he okay?”

“Found him passed out on the sofa. When he came to, we’d bandaged his leg—it was a just graze to the outside of his thigh, but he’d lost a quite a bit of blood. We hit him with some antibiotics, but he said he didn't want anymore.”

“Told us to get the fuck out, matter of fact,” the other chimed in.

The frown deepened on my face. “Is he okay, though? Does he need to go to the ER?”

They looked at each other, then the older of the two shrugged. “He’ll be weak for a while, but as long as he doesn't pass out again, he’s fine. Give us a call if anything changes, though. And change his bandages twice a day. Tell him not to put pressure on it.”

I nodded, digesting the information as they left.

That made me King’s caretaker.

I groaned, opening the door of the cabin to find him on his feet, hobbling into the kitchen. He spun when the door swung open. “What the f?—”

“Nice greeting for someone who sped all the way up here just to find you sending away the paramedics.”

His dark eyes cast down my body, one side of his mouth turning up. “Wanted to see me that bad, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, sauntering across the kitchen to confront him face-to-face. “Listen here, you stubborn bastard. If I’m going to take care of you until you’re back on your feet?—”

“Take care of me?” His throaty voice hummed through my veins. “I’ll be the one takin’ care of you.”

He slid his arms around my waist, hauling me closer to him and catching my bottom lip between his teeth. I melted into the solid slab of his chest, momentarily forgetting the chaos that surrounded us, thinking only of how delicious his fingertips felt creeping under the hemline of my shirt…chasing their way across my bare abdomen…slipping against my lace-encased nipple.

“King!” My eyes shot open, halting his hands before they were peeling off my clothes. “A bullet grazed your thigh an hour ago, I don’t think?—”

“Shut up, Piper.” His growl was the last thing I heard before he lifted me in his arms, carrying me across the living room to settle us both on the couch, pulling my shoes off my feet as he did so. “Don’t know what it means that you came all the way up here for me.” His tongue licked along my jaw, sending shivers cascading through me. “But I told you not to, pretty Piper.” His heavy hands gripped my waist and flipped me over, ass in the air. “I think you need punishin’.”

My eyes widened, and before I could even gather my breath, his hand was laying a swift smack on the apple of my ass. “King!”

Another swat. Then another, aimed squarely between my cheeks, fingers grazing the tender seam of my pussy.

I nearly combusted under the pressure of his gaze.

I could feel his eyes eating me up.

“You have too many clothes on, little bird.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want my virginity.” I turned, catching his eyes.

He shook his head back and forth, eyes narrowing with something dark. “Never said that.” The growl that spat past his lips shook my insides. Weakened my knees. Completely soaked my panties. “I’m just not deserving of it.”

My heart thrummed at his emotion-filled words.

His hands swept across the curves of my hips, hugging me to his hard body, the length of his thick cock sliding between my ass cheeks.

God, I wanted this man.

I wanted him so much I could feel it deep in my bones. King had rooted his way inside my heart, taken up residence and refused to leave.

And the thing that surprised me most, I never wanted him to.

When he’d called earlier, I’d nearly lost my balance and fallen. Just the thought of living without him was almost too much for me to stay standing. “Nothing could have kept me away today, King.”

He spun me in his arms, sliding his palms up my waist and under my shirt, divesting me of the rough fabric, welcoming me into his warm arms.

“Could kick myself for gettin’ hurt. Coulda been done with those guys and home and in bed with you by now.”

“Well, lucky for you…” I wiggled out from under his arms, giving a soft tug on his beard as I did. “I make a helluva chicken soup?—”

“Get back here, woman.” King pulled me back into his arms, just like I knew he would. I loved teasing him.

I’d spent so much of my life playing the adult. For once, being around him, I didn't feel in charge, didn’t feel responsible. Only felt like I had to be myself.

“So how long can I keep you my captive up here?” He stroked his thick, denim-covered cock through the folds of my pussy.

I groaned, rocking my hips on instinct, seeking more friction, more him. “As long as you want me. I’m off for a few days.”

I barely managed the words; his teeth were working at my nipple through the lace of my bra.

Ragged breaths pummeled my system as his teeth pinched, tongue licking away the bite of pain, before moving to my other nipple and showering it with his attention.

“Never getting rid of you.” He pulled down the cups of my bra, exposing my nipples to the cool air and his hot gaze.

My insides churned like lava.

My thighs began to twitch, his gaze traveling up my body such a turn-on I thought I might come from that alone.

“I’ve half a mind to tie you to this couch.” He pulled his shirt over his head, chiseled washboard abs as far as my eyes could see.

My fingers dug into the sofa cushions, legs tightening around his thighs as he pulled his hips back.

“I like when you fight, little bird.” His words vibrated through me as his fingertips worked the soft leather of his belt around my wrists behind my back.

“Oh God.”

“Just wait.” His grin quirked up before he pushed his jeans down his powerful thighs, the only thing separating me from his heavy cock the flimsy cotton of his boxer briefs.

I nearly lost my breath when he tightened the binding at my wrists, moving his hands over my torso and gripping at the fabric of my bra before he tore it off my flesh.

My breasts hung heavy, hot under his dark eyes as I lay naked on the couch, spread out for him.

“Pretty Piper.” He pushed down the waistband of my jeans, peeling them off my legs and tossing them behind his head. "You've been naughty, haven't you?"

The feel of his warm breath across my hot skin made me a slave to him. All I could do was whimper in response. "Haven't you?" he growled, hands pausing on my ass.

"Yes..." I said quietly, suddenly realizing I no longer needed to remain in control. His hands skimmed my ass cheeks, and a moan escaped his lips. I squirmed, and I felt fingers running over my soaked folds. A finger slipped inside me, and I moaned again, shuddering nearly uncontrollably, pushing back against his hard body as much as I could.

Fucking me slowly, making me gasp with every stroke, he asked, “Someone's fucking drenched, hmm?"

I groaned, his fat cock digging into the flesh of my backside.

I want him.

I'd never wanted anything so much.

Suddenly, his hand slapped harshly against my ass, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, a flood of dark desire unfurling like a deep, black whirlpool in my stomach. His free hand held me to him as he delivered another smack, then another on the opposite ass cheek.

A growl finally escaped my throat, the warm sting of his punishment turning me on and causing irritation to burrow down deep at the same time.

His only response was to land two more swift slaps on my ass and a third and final on my soaked pussy. I could feel the waves of warmth rising off my ass, the cheeks probably as red as they felt before one of his palms was ghosting over the raised skin.

"Had enough, little bird?" His palms skimmed across the dip of my hips, grazing the curve of my back and urging my ass to rise up, a silent plea for more of his doting attention. Just as he was soothing me into complacency, another smack landed on my right cheek, directly over an already heated mark.

I gritted my teeth, groaning as I pulled away.

"You know what I want to hear. You're soaking wet, I can see it." He pushed a hand between my thighs, fingers digging into them. "So fucking wet and so horny, Ms. Parish.”

Rough fingertips grazed the edges of my pussy and forced a wiggle out of me. “Please!”

“Please, what, exactly?” He leaned closer, teeth snagging my earlobe. “Give in, darling, and you know how good I'll make you feel."

The cocky tone of his voice didn’t even rattle me; I was too far gone to care about things like pride. "Please, please. Please, fuck me."

His lips curved against my neck, two fingers sliding inside my pussy as a soft moan eased over my lips. My hips began a slow rock, his hand at my hip allowing me slight movement underneath him. "Such a good girl."

My face warmed with his praise. And his fingers slipping out of my pussy caused a frustrated moan a moment later. I turned, not waiting for his heavy hands to push me around, and clutched the thick girth of his dick. I gulped, mouth watering before I dropped my lips down to cover his seeping cock. Salty licks of precome burst onto my taste buds, and I swallowed them up, desperate to have any part of him living inside me. This man was virile, primal, visceral, and I was always happy to take everything he had to give.

A wicked grin graced my face when I realized I'd never need to use my safe word with King, because he was me . My soul’s other half. He always knew when to pull back, when to push an inch farther, his soul rooted and twisted up with mine, our emotions locked together in a fated dance.

King worked his hands into my hair, pulling me up from his throbbing member and landing a passionate kiss on my lips as he whispered reverently, "God, I love this mouth."

I moaned as his hands cupped my jaw, tongue exploring my mouth, teeth nipping at my lips, kissing and suckling. He stood moments later, turning to the bed and tearing off the crisp white sheets, leaving them a tangled nest on the floor at his feet.

I pushed my teeth into my bottom lip, watching the taut muscles of his body move in tandem as he worked, a piece of art with a fine dusting of hair and skin so bronzed it appeared as if he spent hours working in the sun each day.

The desire to trace every dip and curve of each muscle with my tongue was strong.

“Enjoying the view?” He smirked.

I nodded, only slightly embarrassed.

A rakish grin tore at his lips when he pulled me from the floor, sliding me back on the bed before sprinkling kisses along the arch of my bare foot, up my calf, sinking his teeth into my thigh, then spreading my legs wide.

“I like you all soft and open for me.” His voice was rough, strained. “Makes my cock so hard it leaks, Piper.” He pushed his cock between us, and I felt the dampness of his briefs. My mouth watered, desperate for a taste. “See what you do to me?” He pushed harder, the tip of his dick sliding against my clit. “Turn me into a madman.” He kissed me roughly, grinding his hips, fucking me over his briefs so hard I thought I might be bruised in the morning. “Make me want to give up everything just—” he licked my lips “—for one taste.”

My knees began a desperate quake, energy running a fast track around my body, making me crazy with the need for him. He stroked harder, his cock sending me just to the edge, just to the point of no return. Soft moans skittered past my lips as I arched, meeting his rhythm.

“And it looks like I drive you just as insane, little bird.” His soft chuckle fueled my lust.

I was so close.

So close.

“Not yet, beautiful.” He paused, kissing my eyes open, hazy and lust-filled as I gazed up at him. “I want your come on my cock the first time we do this.”