Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

K ing

She gazed up at me, eyes all wide and innocent, and I nearly dropped to my knees and asked her to marry me right there. This woman was doing a number on my heart, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

“You good with me coming inside you?” I captured her mouth in a kiss, hoping to coax a yes out of her. “Want all my forevers with you, Piper. I’m a man who knows what I want, been waiting on you for a while. But you’re all grown up now, aren’t you?”

Her warm, buttery eyes hovered on mine, wet with unshed tears as she nodded a succession of times. “Yes, King.”

“Good. Couldn’t bear a goddamn thing coming between us.” I pushed my boxers down my legs, groaning a second later when my cock connected with the hot flesh of her soaked cunt for the first time.

I died and went to heaven.

Touching Piper was spiritual.

Kissing Piper was delicious.

Fucking Piper was another world entirely.

There were no words for the feel of her silky hot pussy beating against my dick. “Once I fuck you, you’re mine. No two ways about it. You good with that?”

“I’m so good with that.”

I grunted, clamping my lips down on her beautiful tit while I sank inside her body for the first time.

Slow inch by slow inch, I pushed past all the barriers that separated us and felt her dance and sing underneath me. I covered her body in kisses, determined to take away any sting of discomfort she might feel. “One day, my baby will be right here.” My hands spanned her curvy waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh that made my cock pound so damn much. “I’m giving you my seed, and you’re gonna let it take root. You’ll let me breed you, won’t you, pretty Piper?”

“Yes,” she answered, breathy and sweet, like the little bird she was.

Damn, I loved this woman.

If I didn’t know that before, I sure as hell did now, and I hoped she did too.

Piper was the most amazing thing to ever happen to me.

“The universe brought us together, little bird. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but I feel it in my bones. I’m meant to be here, loving you.”

“I never imagined how good you would feel.” Her thighs clenched, my cock grinding deep inside her before tremors began to consume her. “Please, King, more.”

Her words were like heroin rocketing through my system. “You like how I fuck this sweet cunt?”

“God, yes. Fuck me harder, King. I can take all of you,” she begged, rocking against me.

“God, you’re going to be raw if I keep up like this.” I stroked quicker.

“Don’t stop,” she gushed before a hot wave swallowed my cock, her walls milking my dick and stealing my come right from me. I couldn't hold back. Owning this woman, the only urge running through my veins. Making her mine, my life’s only goal. Taking care of her, the reason for my existence. I’d fuck her, marry her, knock her up, and keep her forever.

And that was only my short-term plan.

Minutes, maybe hours later, I pulled my spent cock from her still flaming-hot body, enjoying the slow drag of her cunt across my dick.

“I love your mouthy side.” I collapsed with her on the couch, tucking her into my arms and twisting us up into a human pretzel. “But I think I love this soft side even more.”

“Don’t push it, Kingston.”

“Whoa!” I laughed so hard tears nearly ran down my cheeks. “Only my mama calls me that.”

“Does she know how to handle you?” she shot back, sassy and naked and making me fall a little harder.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.” I grinned, hauling her against my chest and capturing her pebbled nipple between my lips. “Less talking, more fucking.”

“Stop using sex…” She sighed, eyes rolling back in her head. “As a diversionary tactic…” Another soft sigh. “Kingston…”

“You’ve just hit my hard limit,” I growled, turning her over in one movement and landing five quick slaps at her glistening pussy.

She moaned, twisting with her arms still tied behind her back.

“Watch what you say, or you might find yourself tied up indefinitely.”

Her eyes narrowed, a sexy grin crossing her lips. “Bring it.”

My cock pounded, and the scent of her pussy clinging to my beard made me nearly insane with wanting to taste her again. So I did the only thing I was thinking and dove between her legs, licking and lapping at her honeyed folds until she was screaming and creaming all over my beard. Again. And then again.

Hell, I loved this woman.

My mind shot back to only a few days ago, before Prez had tasked me to come up here, before Piper had even caught me in my skivvies in the middle of the night.

I’d come around the side of the garage a few mornings before, eager to discuss some figures I’d run on the market with Saint. He had a solid operation, and it was growing exponentially, but we'd have to expand his grow space if he was going to remain the top supplier of locally grown medicinal marijuana.

Ryker appeared from around a diesel pickup, hands greased and hair hanging in his face.

“Can't get the fucker to stop spitting antifreeze.” He wiped at his hands with an old rag, shoving it in the back pocket of his jeans. “Seen Anna? Said she had to talk to her dad, then I promised I'd take her out. But this fucking engine is giving me hell.”

“Haven't seen her.” I paused, head suddenly empty of figures and floored by the way this guy came out of a jail cell and slipped right back into his life—and got the girl. Hell, how had he ever gotten the girl? “How you doin', bro?”

Ryker leaned a hip against the big wheel well, eyes landing on mine. “Really fucking good.”

“Yeah? Some guys say there's a transition period.”

“No transition here. All I thought about up there was how I needed to make what I'd done right in nobody else's eyes but Anna’s.” He pushed a hand through his black hair. “I coulda fucked up her life that night, ya know? And she still loves me.” He shook his head as if he were in awe. “She's stronger than I'll ever be. And she wants to help abuse survivors?” His eyes warmed with emotion. “She's reliving that shit all the time, trying to help others heal. I may have spent three years locked in a tiny cell, but I deserved that. Lost my shit, man. Sometimes I think if it would have been anyone but Anna, I would have been able to pull myself back. Maybe knock him out, then wrap her up in my arms and haul her away to safety on my bike, but I didn't do that. I couldn't stop. I couldn't even think. I just saw him hurting her. Her tears. Her fucking tears, man. It's the tears in her eyes that haunted me all those nights away from her. I had to spend a few years away, but I'm the luckiest sonofabitch alive as far as I'm concerned.”

“How's she doin'?”

“Fucking beautiful.” His grin turned up.

“Going back to school?”

Ryker's eyes danced. “Not if I can knock her up first. Wasted a lot of time locked up with a bunch of men. I've got years to make up with Anna. Tryin' to get her to take some online classes so we can get to babies sooner rather than later. Then when she goes out on clinicals, I'll stay home on diaper duty.”

“Diaper duty?” I choked out a bark.

Ryker nodded, eyes focused with intensity. “I can't fucking wait, man. Could use a few kids running around this old place. What’re you waitin' for anyway?”

“Me?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you. I see the way you ogle Piper. And I don't know if your dumb ass has realized it, but she's been eye-fucking you back, bro. Hardcore.” Ryker bent back under the hood of the diesel, disembodied voice hitting my ears. “Why aren't you all over that?”

“Hell, she's busy with work, and?—”

Ryker shot his head around the side of the hood. “You sound like a bitch makin' excuses.”

“It's not like that.”

“Listen, you want her?”

“Fuck yes,” I replied without a second thought.

“Then stop bitching and take what’s yours. Less bullshit talk and take action.” He clapped me on the shoulder.

I groaned. “Don't make me regret your being home.”

“Don't make me regret being your best friend. News flash, Williams, women don't want their man to have a bigger pussy than them. So, are you a man or are you a pussy?”

I frowned, blood starting a slow boil, not because Ryker's words were making me want to throttle him, which they did, but because he was right. I was sick of restraining myself, afraid to send her running for the hills when I unleashed the raw fire burning through my veins. I wanted Piper Parish in my bed, in my life, tattooed on my heart forever.

“Look at Saint.” Ryker gestured to our best friend, one hand locked tightly with Adelina's, the other holding a phone to his ear as he barked orders at someone. “That's no pussy. She knows exactly what he's thinking, that he wants her so fucking bad he refuses to let her out of his sight.”

“You want me to take relationship advice from Saint now? What the fuck. Did they perform mind-altering experiments on you in there?”

Ryker shook his head, bending back under the hood. “Nah, man, just made me realize what matters. Save all the women you want, but coming home to a cold bed ain't my idea of a good life. The moment I breathed that first fresh breath of freedom, I vowed to set that shit straight. I know you guys went through a lot when I was gone, kills me that I wasn't here to see you through it, but it killed me even more being without that girl, man. Took me leaving to see what was important. Don't wait so damn long to learn the same lesson I did.”

Saint shoved his phone into his pocket then, taking Adelina in both arms and laying a fierce kiss across her lips. She grinned up at him, eyes big and round and completely fucking devoted to him. “She seems to be adjusting pretty well.”

“You're telling me. Glad we got those women out of there,”—Ryker referred to the truck of trafficked women he'd intercepted south of the border and driven to safety—“but there's something down deep that makes me think Adelina was meant to stay right here to reform Saint. Never seen that fucker look so happy. It's almost irritating.”

“He was irritating before he met her.”

Ryker nodded in agreement as we both watched them suck face for a ridiculous amount of time. “Guess he's got that gift of being irritating no matter what he does.”

“Falls ass-backward into a pile of shit and comes out smelling like roses.” I mused on the friend and foster brother we'd known since grade school.

“Every. Damn. Time.”

I laughed loudly, distracting Saint from his bronze beauty and making him send a middle finger aimed our way.

Ryker chuckled, bending for a wrench just as Anna ran full speed out the doors of the lodge, his name on her lips. He picked his head up, slamming it against the hood and cussing loudly just as she reached him.

“Mmm, I missed you too.”

Ryker's heavy palms were wrapping around Anna's waist and hoisting her onto his hips, their lips already attached before I turned on a heel, desperate to get Piper in my arms more than ever.

These fuckers had all turned into romantic pussies, possessive and brooding and happy as fuck. What the hell had I done wrong in life?

Not a goddamn thing.

I decided right then and there. Piper Parish was meant to be mine.

I had no doubt about that.

Suddenly, realization dawned. Ryker had been telling me in his own way to stop overthinking everything, live in the moment, feel my way with Piper. And sweet fucking heaven was I feeling her now. Best advice I’d ever gotten, and I fully intended on being a man of action, whether Piper liked it or not.