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“You don’t seem like the type of guy who needs an excuse,” I breathed, my sass lost to the desire that flared at his proximity. His eyes flashed and he tugged me close with a jerk that had our bodies flushed together thigh to thigh, groin to groin, chest to chest. I shuddered against him as his hand slid from my hip over across the small of my back to the opposite side of my ass and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you for remindin’ me,” he said before he kissed me. He swallowed my gasp with his lips and filled my open mouth with his skilled, silken tongue.
He smelled like heaven, like fresh air and laundry. I dragged a deep breath into my lungs and giggled when he stared down at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged a shoulder, trying to play it off. “You smell amazing.” “So do you, babe, but I’ve known you ’bout an hour so I was gonna wait to sniff you that obviously until at least the second date.”
He grinned as he once again lifted me by the hips to place me on a stool. “Cool, right?” “Very,” I agreed. “What can I get you?” he asked, leaning in so that I was caged between the bar and his long, lean body by the arm he braced on the counter.
He smirked. “Only addiction I got is to bikes, books, and babes.”
“King,” I protested, but he was already leaning forward to wrap his arms around me, cocooning me in his laughter. It was awesome. When he quieted, he pulled back just enough to look down at me with sparkling eyes. “You’re hilarious, babe, you know that?” “I was serious.” He chuckled again, shaking his head as if I was too much. “Take your shot and let’s play pool. Winner gets a kiss, yeah?”
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven.”
What I want you to do is go home to your cold, lonely bed and think about doing all the dirty stuff you know I wanna do to you. Then I want you to wake up, make breakfast, and think about how if I was there, I’d make it for you. After that, before school, I want you to bring your piece of shit car into Hephaestus Auto so I can take a look at it.”
“Promise me you’ll bring that car in. Not comfortable with you driving something that may be unsafe, yeah?”
Just because you don’t wanna pursue what we got doesn’t mean I want you drivin’ a death trap.”
“You are such a rebel without a cause,” I teased. His eyes lit as they raked me up and down. “I got a cause, babe. Gettin’ you on the back of my bike and gettin’ you to stay there.” My laughter died in my throat, clogging it like roadkill. I swallowed thickly. “You’re tenacious, I’ll give you that.” “You should give me a lot more, but I’m willing to earn it. Just need the chance.”
“Attraction ain’t something you can fake, babe, and soon as I saw your sweet self across the parking lot that day, my breath left my body like a punch to the gut. Never seen someone or anything so beautiful as you.”
Lucky for you, I also happen to like dorky, sweet librarian types with a hidden wealth of sass.” “Gosh, that was sweet,” I whispered before I could stop myself. His grin nearly blinded me, but it was the hand that worked its way under my hair to cup the back of my neck that made my knees shake. “I got a lotta sweet to give if you promise to look at me like that every time I give it.”
His eyes freaking twinkled in response. I watched him lift his hand in a two-finger salute before he said, “Wouldn’t dream of disrespecting you in that way, Miss Irons.” I couldn’t tell if I was imagining it or not, but I could have sworn he put the emphasis on that way, as if he could think of other, much more pleasurable ways to disrespect me in my classroom.
“Take a deep breath, babe.” On autopilot, lost to the psychedelic chaos of my panic attack, I obeyed. “Another.” I took another. “Good girl,” he murmured into my hair as he pulled me into his body. I breathed deep, dragging his intoxicating scent in over and over again. It calmed me, being held against his hard chest,
I was also holding a coffee from Honey Bear Café and Bakery. It was a dirty chai latte, my favourite. How King had known that, I couldn’t be sure, but it was sitting on my desk after third period, which I knew he had free (because I’d used my teacher’s authority unethically and printed off a copy of his schedule). I knew it was from him because instead of my name written on the side of the cardboard, it said “babe.”
Cute
His soft chuckle gave me goose bumps. “Not gonna lie, babe, I’ll take any opportunity I can get to learn more of you so I can get closer.” “King,” I protested quietly, still gazing, unseeing, at my papers. “Had to give Kelsey Hopkins twenty bucks to spill how you take your fuckin’ coffee. Worth it to see the way you savored every fuckin’ sip. Made me think of how you’d savor me, I ever get in there with you.” Goddamn, why did he have to be so sweet and sexy all at the same time?
“Want to take you right here, right now. Spread these thighs and bury my face in your pussy, see if you taste as sweet as you look. I wanna eat you until I’ve had my fill, and Cress babe, I’m a growing fuckin’ boy so I’m starvin’.”
“Never met a woman like you. Know I won’t again. You find somethin’ worth keepin’, you find a way to fuckin’ keep it. Not gonna stop, and just so you know, I got it that this could get you fired, that this could cause you embarrassment, but what I got to say to that is this: whatever pain and ugliness I bring you by bein’ with you, I promise I’ll bring you double that in sweetness and beauty. You hear me on that, because I may be a man without a normal moral compass, but I’m a man who makes a woman a promise, and I’ll die before I break it.”
He jerked his chin up at William. “You listen to this and you listen like your life fuckin’ depends on it because, Willie boy, it fuckin’ does. This lady is now with a Garro man and in case you’re so stupid you don’t know what that means, I’ll let you know. She belongs to The Fallen MC and no one fucks with The Fallen. Not even soon-to-be ex-husbands with wallets bigger than their tiny pricks who think they can blackmail a woman into bein’ with ’em.”
Uh Zeus is daddy
Instead, he pressed his lips close to my ear and said, “Just claimed ya, Teach. Hope to fuck my son knows what he’s doin’.” “I—I don’t know what, I mean…” I tried to say, but Zeus lifted a hand and pressed it gently over my mouth. “Don’t lie to me, Teach. Wouldn’t’a helped you if I didn’t think you were a good woman. Now, I want you to step back when I let you go, look at me with stars in those beautiful brown eyes, and then hightail it back into your classroom. Yeah?”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Something’s been up your ass all day and I wanna know what it is.” “How is that any of your business?” A sneer twisted his beautiful mouth as he leaned forward on my desk, cornering me like a predator would his prey. “’Cause if you tell me, I’ll take care of it for you.”
“You think just ’cause you’re the teacher, I gotta follow your rules? Well, you’re wrong, babe. Between you and me, I’m the fuckin’ authority figure. If I gotta fuck you in the library to show you what’s what, I’m only too happy to fucking oblige.”
I rubbed my sticky inner thighs together to try to alleviate the ache, but King stopped me by kicking my legs farther apart with one booted foot. Before I could protest, his hand was between my legs, slapping the bare skin of my wet inner thigh so hard it stung then cupping my entire mound in his huge palm.
“Fuck, my girl is so easy to please,” he said against the side of my thigh as the orgasm fragmented my thoughts.
King straightened from the floor, flipped my molten body over and upright, then pressed my back against the books once more. He pushed his forehead hard to mine as he gently played with my wet pussy, careful with my sensitive clit now that I’d come. “Really wanna fuck you, Cress.” I twined my hands around his neck and dropped my head to rest against his shoulder.
He rolled his head against mine. “Nah, not gonna happen like that. Meant what I said, babe, tired of you thinkin’ you can shut me out and keep me down. I get in, and I mean I get in with you, I need the words. I need you to give me that soft and sweet you got inside you. I want to hear my Queen beg for her King, you hear me?”
“That kid has been working on that good-for-nothing car every spare moment he’s got.”
I was about to disappear inside, he called out, “And, Queenie, don’t think I won’t be tellin’ King that your car and your husband aren’t the only pieces of shit he has to make right.” I frowned as he roared out of the drive and pet the doorframe of my cabin, murmuring, “You’re not a piece of shit. Ignore him.”
Lol
“King!” I called again. “Hold on a sec, babe,” he called without turning around. “I’m not your babe, I’m your teacher,” I yelled at him. A few of the men chuckled, but otherwise, everyone ignored me. As soon as the truck was parked, the men converged on it, pulling tools, buckets, and heavy equipment out of the loaded cab.
“Babe,” he said with a frown. “You needed help with your yard, yeah? I brought my brothers.
The only thing that kept his posture from being totally threatening was the hand that found its way to the back of my neck, under my hair. I realized that he did it when he wanted to connect with me, when he needed to reassure both of us that I was his. It scared me how much I liked it. How much I needed it too.
No, I am your man, babe. The fuckin’ man that sees you strugglin’ to make ends meet because of your prick of a soon-to-be ex-husband, so he calls in his brothers to help her out even though he knows they’ll give him shit for being pussy whipped. I’m your fuckin’ man because I love being that for you. Now, do you hear me?”
Omg i love him
Zeus stared at me, humor forgotten. “Boy’s got it bad for you, Teach. He’s made no fuckin’ bones about it. He wants you. In his mind, it’s a done deal. Raised ’em spoiled but you can’t blame me. My ex-wife is a crazy cunt, so I mighta overcompensated, but he’s a good kid, a good son and brother, and one day he’ll be a good man for The Fallen. He’d make a damn good partner too, all that love and loyalty wound up in him just waitin’ to unspool and attach itself to the right people.”
“You want this cock, babe?” he growled. My God, but I did. My mouth was too dry to answer so I nodded. “Grown women don’t get on their knees for boys, do they, Cressida? So, you have a choice. You can tell me to get out or you can get on your knees for me now and I’ll show you how a real man treats his woman, starting by letting you worship my dick with that beautiful mouth of yours like I know you’re aching to.”
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice suddenly soft. When I didn’t immediately answer, he sank to his knees so that he could look me in the eye. His hands shifted down my neck, his thumbs at my chin to tip it up gently. “What the fuck happened there, babe? I’m getting’ the hottest damn blowjob I’ve ever gotten in my life and then my girl freaks. I need to know what I did so I don’t do it again, yeah?”
“I like it when you talk dirty to me and are a little rough with me,” I continued. “Shut up,” he ordered, as he whipped my concert tee over my head. “And when you put your hand on the back of my neck to hold me how you want me while you take my mouth.” “Babe,” he warned in a low voice that sent a thrill of fear and desire shooting straight between my legs.
“Wanna taste your cum, babe,” King growled against my swollen flesh as he eased two fingers inside me and curled them wickedly. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
“Love the feel of your tight, hot pussy all around me. Gonna fuckin’ live between these thighs, gonna make you give it up to me all the time. Claim you in your bed before school then make you teach class without any panties, watch my cum leak out of you while you talk about Eve’s fall from Eden.” My breath hitched as I wavered on the edge of my climax. “Yeah, you like that, babe? Thinkin’ of my cum trickling down your thighs, knowing how hard it would make me to look up under one of your skirts as I did the homework you assigned?”
He shifted his arms tighter around me, slipping them under my bum to lift me in the air. I murmured a little protest but wrapped my heavy limbs around him as he started walking us through my little house.
And he did. My body felt like warm wax as he maneuvered me into my bedroom then the adjacent bathroom where he propped me up on the little counter there. He left me to my business then came back in a few minutes later carrying one of my little cotton nightgowns, this one pale pink with gold lace edging.
“Need help putting this on?” he teased me as he handed over my nightie.
King entered the room, flipped off the light, and crawled onto the right side of the bed as if he’d been doing it all his life. My breath whooshed out as he snagged a strong arm around my middle and hauled me over to him, settling my body so that I lay mostly on top of him instead of the mattress.
King dislodged me as he sat up abruptly, pushed himself back against the headboard, and plucked me out of the sheets to set me in a straddle over his lap. I could feel his morning wood between my thighs, but his priority was tucking the blankets around my naked hips so that I wouldn’t be cold in my poorly insulated room. So sweet, my biker.
Still laughing, he rolled us until he had me pressed on my back in the bed. My anger immediately fled as he licked then bit at my neck. “Love you riled, babe. Nothing better than seeing my girl’s whiskey eyes lit up and alive.” “Meanie,” I grumbled but my heart wasn’t in it because it was his, tucked away safely and securely in a place only he could find. “Totally,” he agreed, biting down hard over my jugular in a way that had me wet in an instant.
King washed my hair for me after washing other more intimate places very thoroughly,
Remember, I’m eighteen, I can go all day and all fuckin’ night, you need me to.” He watched me shiver with arrogant satisfaction before he added, “Do a better job of it if I had pie.” I threw up my hands as I gave into laughter. “Okay, fine, I’ll make you pie, but we have to go out for apples.”
“Why do you have a box of apples on hand?” He cocked his head at me like I was the one being silly. “Babe, I give you an apple a day. I gotta stock up. It’s cool and dark in my trunk so I keep ’em in there.”
“William, I want you to leave. I’m sorry that you can’t understand why I don’t want to be with you, but I feel that I’ve done my best since the beginning to tell you why that was and you seem to be incapable of empathizing with me. I want a divorce. I will say it again and again until my dying breath. Even if you refuse to sign the papers, I will never come back to you or the life we had. My life is here in Entrance now and, honestly, I don’t think I’m the kind of person you’d like anymore.”
“You were good today, brave with them,” he praised, bending his knees slightly so he could look me level in the eye. “Sexy as hell and super badass.”
“No God in this bedroom, Cress. Call me what I am: your King,” he growled, rearing up to catch a fistful of my hair and jerk my head back.
