Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

P iper

“When you gonna come to your senses and marry me, woman?”

“The day after never if that’s the best you can do.” I pushed my hands into his hair, bringing his lips closer. “It’s definitely not the best time when your beard is buried between my thighs.”

His soft chuckle was all I heard, then his lips were attacking me harder, determined to coax the third orgasm out of me. “Stubborn as hell.”

He stood swiftly, pulling me with him, lips still attached to my clit before pushing me against the wall, grinding his face into my body and sucking harder than he ever had. “Love when this sweet cunt drips for me.”

And I loved when he talked dirty.

I couldn't help it, something raw came alive, like a firecracker exploding. The filthier his words, the more turned on I got.

We’d only been fucking for three days, locked up in the cabin while I took care of him, made him chicken soup like I’d promised, and loved him every night.

There was only one bed, and we’d shared it, and now I was so used to his heavy arm draped over my body like a lion holding tight to his prey, I couldn’t imagine a night without him.

We were supposed to be heading home to the ranch this afternoon.

Prez had already sent the trailer to pick up King’s bike so he didn’t have to ride it back, but King had pushed for us to stay up here longer. And I kept letting him. I was a complete sucker for this man, and even the times I mouthed off, I only did it for his reaction. Secretly, each time I may have been praying for a spanking. He caught on really fast that I was a fan, though, and had taken to punishing me by not giving me a spanking.

I’d come to find the man was infuriating sometimes too.

He pulled me gently to the floor, sliding his rough hands down my arms, across my shoulders, his breath hot across my tits. He used the angle to his advantage and rubbed his coarse beard across my tender nipples, making them tighten and pucker for him. The dark smattering of his chest hair was like fine-grade sandpaper against my skin, making my nerves sing and beg for more.

A desperate moan pushed past my lips, and his mouth turned up in a satisfied grin. His palms gripped my thighs, thumbs brushing my flesh and leaving his mark. I’d wear his brand like a badge of honor, immortalizing this moment, all of the moments of our coming together.

He slid his hands, his mouth following the path over my chest, hands grazing my nipples as they went, then slid back up, cupping and firmly grabbing the globes of my breasts in his hands.

I bucked, shoving the tender flesh into his hands, before he lowered his mouth to one nipple, licking it, then sucking it in, playing with it while I writhed underneath him. He let it go and slid his mouth over to my other nipple, giving it the same attention while he held me firmly, not allowing me to buck him off accidentally while I rode the growing waves of pleasure.

“Please,” I finally squeaked, hands twisting in his long hair.

“Please what, little bird?” His teeth latched on to my tender skin.

“Please, I need you, King.”

A low growl burned from his lips.

His hands slid between my thighs, working my knees farther apart as a soft gasp belted across my lips. He leaned down, fingers skimming along my thighs, closer and closer to my soaked pussy. His eyes flamed, grip tightening before he took a minute, teasing, sliding his fingers up and down without breaching the entrance.

My jaw slackened as he worked his fingers against my core, causing my hips to arch. My moans begged for more before he finally pushed inside, rough fingers stroking my walls, soaking his hands and making me needier yet. One of his deft palms pressed at the small of my back, and my hips rocked in a rhythm against his palm before he demanded more.

“Fuck my hand like you mean it, little bird. Show me how much you want me.”

His words added fuel to the fire, and I lost all sense of time and space, my body working against his to reach the heights of pleasure. My moans were a chorus of sinning angels, convinced I could take everything he had to give and it still would never be enough.

I wanted this man now, tomorrow, and for the next hundred tomorrows, but wanting him scared me, this desperation for any other human a foreign yearning.

Just then, King’s phone buzzed from the floor where he’d discarded it, along with his jeans and cut. He ignored it, lips sucking at my swollen flesh.

“You told Prez we’d be back in an hour, tops.” The giggle escaped my lips.

“I’m more worried about my beard soaked in your honey, little bird. Never want to forget what happened up here.” The ringing stopped as he sank his teeth into my clit, nipping and nibbling as he fingered the tight bud of my asshole, sending me over the cliff.

King’s cliff.

A soft sigh escaped me as slow rolls of pleasure staggered through my limbs.

King held his seeping dick in his fist, sliding creamy come around my pussy lips before letting it seep onto my soft belly.

“Can’t wait to breed you, little bird. Want to see my seed grow into something beautiful inside of you.”

I smiled slowly, unable to think of anything better.

King’s phone bleated again.

He growled, yanking his jeans off the floor and fisting the device from his pocket.

“Yeah?” he barked.

He slammed his eyes closed, stroking his hand through his beard.

Just like he had the last time Prez had called.

Shit.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when he hung up a second later.

“Prez got word that ICE heard about that truck Ryker brought back of kidnapped women. Wants everyone there for a meeting ASAP.”

“Shit,” I breathed. Ryker had asked me if I thought I could get one of the women he’d brought back from Mexico a job at the hospital. Adelina was young, smart, and had a background in the medical field in Mexico. If I could get her in, we could fast-track her certification. But all of that hinged on her citizenship application being approved, and that was still weeks away, at least.

“Is Adelina at the ranch?” I breathed, suddenly fearing the worst—Adelina getting deported.

“She and Saint have been spending a lot of time together,” King gritted out as he shoved on his boots.

“Fuck,” I breathed, yanking my jeans up my legs and pushing into my shoes.

King turned, sliding the dead bolt before we both headed for my car and the long road back to the ranch.

“I’ve got a bad feeling, King.” I chewed on my bottom lip as I backed out of the driveway.

“Just hurry, little bird.”

After twenty-five miles of winding mountain road, we finally pulled into the dusty gated driveway of Falcon’s Nest. The car bumped around the bend, first revealing Prez’s house, then King’s tucked off in the trees.

“Shit.” King’s irritated voice caused my gaze to shoot across the car, and I caught sight of three black SUVs parked at the lodge in the distance.

“Oh, no.” I breathed, my heart sinking instantly. “What should we do?”

“Drive up there. Saint’s been working on her paperwork. They shouldn’t even be here. This is just a shakedown.” King had boots on the ground by the time I’d pulled to a slow stop, and he met me around the front of the car.

We walked toward the lodge together just as Prez came out with a stack of papers in hand. “I’ve got it right here. Just give me a goddamn second, huh?”

Adelina, tears falling from her warm brown eyes, stood just over his shoulder.

Saint clutched her hand, white-knuckled and refusing to let go.

“What’s going on here?” King stepped forward.

“Old guy says her papers were misplaced.” Prez swung his eyes to me. “She’s going back if the papers don’t show up.”

“I’ll marry her before I let you take her.” Saint seethed, putting an arm around Adelina, looking like he wanted to be her human shield.

I’d never seen Saint so…attached.

Love looked good on him.

Adelina spoke in his ear, the soft cadence of her words calming his strung-tight body instantly.

My brain whirred with a riot of feelings before I finally stepped toward the nearest burly guy in a dark coat. “Employment.”

“What?” he huffed, looking at me accusingly.

“What if she can prove employment?”

“Uh,” he looked over at another of his comrades. “You got it?”

“She started working with me at Falcon Valley Regional a while ago. I took a photo of our schedules a few nights ago, and her name is on the list. I can show you that, or I can even bring you down to my supervisor's office. They’d be happy to show you whatever you need?—”

“Don’t come up with the papers, old man, and you’re gonna see us again.” The first guy cut me off, nailing Prez’s eyes. “And I’ll make sure it’s not pretty.”

My heart stammered to a near halt when the troop of men climbed into their vehicles and spun out of the driveway, spitting up dusty red air as they went.

“Holy shit,” Saint breathed, wrapping Adelina in his arms. She clung to him, hands wrapped up in the leather of his Sinister Knights cut as fat tears fell down her face.

My heart broke for her.

She’d been through so much, even before she was kidnapped out of her tiny town. She’d already lost her parents and had been sleeping on a friend’s couch. Two members of the local gang had swiped her on her way home from the local bodega, and before she knew it, she was opening her eyes here, in the back of a semitruck in the western desert.

“Can you actually prove Adelina’s employed at the hospital?” King wrapped an arm around my waist, the ominous feeling still hanging heavy around us.

“Not really.” I shook my head. “My supervisor said Adelina has the job, but technically we have to wait till her papers come through too. I was hoping they wouldn’t call my bluff.”

“That was brave, little bird.” King’s eyes lit up as they trailed across my face, warm with something deep. “I should punish you for that.”

“Thought you liked me brave?” I teased back.

He leaned down, catching my ear with his teeth. “Makes me hard as fuck.”

He enunciated the last word, sending spirals of lust unfurling inside me.

“Boss.” Ryker strode out of the lodge then. “I’ve got a feeling that wasn’t ICE.”

Prez’s head shot around, eyes wide on his Vice President. “No shit?”

“It’s suspicious after the Outlaws shot King up on the Ridge, and they didn’t act like any federal officers I know. Failed to show their badges too, as I recall.”

“True, they didn’t,” Saint agreed.

“You think we need to go on lockdown?” Prez looked at Ryker, eyes full of anger.

Ryker cast his eyes to me then to Saint. “I think we need to talk about it.”

King’s hand tightened around my own.

“What does that mean, really?” I asked, tucking myself even closer to King.

“It means no one in or out that isn’t a member.” King’s eyes turned down at me. “Or it means we leave for a while.”

“Leave?” I swallowed, following King as he walked back to my car.

“Get out of town for a few weeks. You up for that?”

“I can’t leave my job. No way.”

“Didn’t think so.” He slid behind the wheel of my car. “Get in.”

“Where are we going?”

“Bringing you home to grab some things, then taking you back to my place. At least here I know you’re safe.”

“Safe? You really think I’m in danger?” My heart was starting to stutter.

“Can’t say for sure. Best to play it safe.” He pulled into the driveway of his cabin, leaving the car idling as he stepped out. I followed him, hot on his heels, up to the porch.

“So you just expect me to give up my life? Sit here on lockdown with you and only go to work and back?”

King turned, moody eyes locked on mine. He held my gaze for long beats, anger tightening his jaw as he assessed me. I could only imagine what he wanted to do to me, and I had a feeling none of it would be a spanking.

“That’s what you agreed to up there, isn’t it?” He crossed the distance separating us, pulling me into his rough arms, crushing me to his steel chest. “Barefoot and pregnant. Owned by me.” His palm slid between my thighs, stroking along the seam of my pussy and sending a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me.

“Y-yes.” I sucked in a ragged pant, hardly able to form a thought.

“Well, that starts now.” He caught my ear with his teeth. “Marry me, Piper. Be my wife. Make me the happiest sonuvabitch alive.”

I wanted to be angry.

I really did.

I want to fight and smack and scream at him to give me the proposal I deserved.

But we weren’t that couple, were we?

And we were never going to be.

King dropped to one knee on the porch. “Marry me, Piper Parish, and I promise to make you the happiest woman alive.”

I swiped at my tears, a grin spreading across my face. “Well, you only had to ask.”

I started giggling when he swooped me up in his arms, kissing me on the lips, and carrying me into his home.

Our home.

“Was gonna ask you tonight, ya know. Got the ring upstairs and everything. Been in the family for generations. But your mouthy, stubborn ass forced my hand.” He caught my chin, crashing a kiss to my lips.

“And you love me anyway?”

“And I love you. Period.”