Chapter Seventeen
Maddy
Two hours later, we’re pulling into the parking lot of the Obsidian MC. For the past couple of hours, I felt like I was flying. It was the most amazing feeling. I might get a motorcycle after all.
“What’s with the scowl?” Ghost asks King. It takes my legs a few seconds to get used to standing again so King keeps his hands on my hips.
Looking back, I can see that Ghost was right. King doesn’t look nearly as happy as I feel.
“I just spent the past two hours with my woman plastered to my back while listening to her cheer and laugh. I’m hard as fuck. Now I have to spend the rest of the day with you fuckers fawning over her.”
“He’s in a mood,” Blaze says, coming to a stop beside his president.
Ignoring King I rush forward and hug both Blaze and Ghost.
“I think I want a motorbike,” I tell them. “Something super colorful. Maybe pastel pink or purple. Where do I go to get that done?”
Both men look down at me with looks of horror.
Okay, note to self. Ask Bitsy.
“Come on you crazy woman,” Blaze says. “We have a lot of people who want to grovel.”
“No groveling,” I say, following behind the beast. “No apologizing. I’m not mad at anyone.”
“Alright, sweetheart,” Ghost says. “Whatever you say.”
***Seven hours later***
If one more person says, I’m sorry, I’m going to freaking lose it.
“Listen, I’m…”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Jax,” I warn. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t finish that sentence.”
Between Ghost, Venom, Viper, Blaze, Steel, Jax, Colt, and King, I have heard those two words enough to last a lifetime. Five lifetimes. At one point, I had to stand on a table and tell everyone to just stop. Thank goodness for Ma and Pops. Who I learned are the actual parents of Ghost, Venom, Viper, Blaze, and Steel are considered the parents to the whole club.
I’ve been ordered to call them Ma and Pops by none other than Pops himself.
They got everyone to leave me alone after the third hour of the guys trying to prove to me how sorry they were.
“I was just going to say that I’m heading out for ice cream and wanted to know what your favorite flavor was.”
I don’t believe a single word he just said and it has nothing to do with Colt laughing behind him. But now, I’m going to make him stick with his story.
“Strawberry,” I smile sweetly. “And the only place to get ice cream at this hour is Grandma Sue’s.”
His eyes widen and I can’t help but laugh. Grandma Sue’s is this little dairy bar that stays open until midnight during the week. However, the woman who runs the place is a fowl woman. She’s rude from the second you walk in the door. Apparently, she’s the original Grandma Sue’s great-granddaughter.
It won’t be much longer before the place has no choice but to close. It gets next to no business these days. Which is sad, because their ice cream is handmade and delicious.
“Jax is going to Grandma Sue’s for ice cream,” I yell out. “Come place your order.”
The panic on the man’s face is comical.
“Hell yeah,” someone shouts. “Someone grab a piece of paper. Better yet, I’ll just text you my order.”
“That was evil,” King says, wrapping an arm around my waist and one across my chest effectively trapping me against his body. Not that I mind.
“That was pure genius,” Knox says. “I put my order in for a peanut butter soft serve.”
“I did warn him,” I shrug. “I understand that everyone is sorry. I just hope everyone understands that I forgive them. I don’t want to be constantly reminded of the reason they’re all sorry.”
“It won’t be mentioned again after today,” Ghost tells me. “Put me down for a chocolate shake, Jax.”
I toss my head back and laugh when Jax sends a glare my way. He smooths his face with a small smile as he leaves the building.
“I think we should all stay here tonight,” Bitsy says.
I know there are rooms here, I’ve stayed in one for an entire week. But I also know there aren’t enough rooms for everyone. I look around and see the couches. Maybe I can sleep in one of them. It wouldn’t be so bad.
“I don’t fucking think so, baby,” King growls in my ear. “You will be in my bed right beside me. Tucked nice and safely right where I can cuddle you.”
I mean, when he puts it that way.
“I’m tired,” I say, causing those around me to laugh.
“I’m taking my woman to bed,” King announces. “See you all in the morning.”
“Wait,” I protest as he grips my hand and starts to lead me away. “I was teasing. I’m not tired. What about my ice cream?”
“I’ll get you one tomorrow.”
Well, alrighty then.
“Goodnight, everyone,” I yell.
“Strip, baby,” he orders once we’re in his room.
“Uhm.”
Sex. Is he wanting sex? Oh, my goodness. I’m a virgin. I have no idea how to please a man. Am I even ready for this?
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he clarifies. “Keep your panties on, though. It’s going to be hard enough to keep my dick away from you as it is.”
“I’m a big girl, King,” I remind him. “Your shirt isn’t going to fit me like a nightgown. It won’t flow halfway down to my knees like it would on your average-sized woman.”
“I don’t give a fuck if it only fits you like a bra,” he growls. “I want my shirt on your sexy body. Now, remove your clothes, baby.”
Fear threatens to drown me. Doesn’t he understand what I’m trying to say?
“I have side rolls,” I say, taking a step back. “And a large mole on the center of my lower back. My belly hangs down and I have stretch marks. My hips are wide, my butt is massive and the only time there is a gap between my legs is when I spread them to put my pants on.”
“One day,” he says, sitting on the side of the bed. “You will truly believe how beautiful I think you are. But, for now, let’s address a few of your worries. I love rolls. Be it on your side, on your stomach, or your back. I love being able to grip them anytime I want. Your stomach hanging low doesn’t bother me. When I need a break from eating your pussy, because I will need that break, baby, I plan to feast like a fucking king, I can rest my head right on that stomach. I can grip your hips when I’m making you mine. The very thought of that ass bouncing with each of my thrusts has made my dick hard for months just thinking about it. As for that gap missing between your legs. Baby, if you want a thigh gap that badly, I will be more than willing to volunteer myself to keep those legs spread as often and as long as you want.”
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Any more concerns?” he asks, completely serious.
“Not that I can think of,” I admit, still not fully recovered from that bomb he just tossed my way.
“Come here.”
Blindly, I walk until I’m standing between his legs.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he simply stares at me. With a deep breath, I nod.
The very first man to see me naked is one who looks like he was sculpted out of the clay that made the gods. He’s perfect.
He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. The sound coming from the man’s chest could very easily be confused with a lion growling.
He’s growling.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, slowly rubbing his hand all over my exposed skin. He reaches behind me, pressing a kiss on my neck as he does, and unclasps my bra. My boobs flop out and, once again, he growls. “Perfect.”
He leans back and just stares. My body is shaking from the intensity of his gaze.
“Pants,” he says, grabbing the top of my leggings and pulling them down. When he taps my leg, I take it to mean he wants me to step out of my pants.
Using his shoulders for support, I do as he wants. I’m amazed at the contrast between my light skin and his dark. I never truly acknowledged our differences in that regard before. It’s quite beautiful seeing the two together.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks, tossing my pants on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
“That our two different skin tones look beautiful side by side,” I admit.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he says. “Now, step back so I can get a good look at you.”
Trying on this bravery thing, I step back.
“Turn,” his voice drops lower. “Fuck.”
“What is it?” I ask, suddenly nervous that toilet paper or something got stuck in my underwear.
“That ass looks better than all of my fantasies combined,” he says. “Come closer. I want to feel it.”
“You want to touch my butt?” I ask, mortified.
“Oh, I want to touch more than that, Madeline.”
My feet ignore my brain and the next thing I know, I’m back to standing between King’s legs.
His hands leave a burning trail wherever they touch me. Which is currently everywhere. His hands leave no part, except for my inner thighs and between my legs, untouched.
“Maybe you should just crawl into bed like this,” he says, placing kisses at the top of my breasts. “That way there isn’t any barrier between my lips and your skin.”
“King,” I mutter, trying my best to stay composed. “I can’t sleep half naked in a house full of people. Shirt, please.”
“Fine,” he sighs like it’s the absolute worst thing for him to do. “But, next time you’re in my bed, you will be sleeping completely naked.”
“Alright,” I whisper.
“With my cock snuggled inside your pussy,” he finishes.
“Won’t it just slide out?” I ask.
“Baby,” he chuckles. “My cock is fucking massive. And that’s not me stroking my ego. I was gifted with a monster cock. Even when I’m completely soft, I will still be able to rest inside of that pussy of yours without worry of it sliding out. Get the idea in your head, my sweet baby. My cock will sleep inside of you almost every night.”
“Oh my.”
“Now, let’s get you in my shirt so we can get some sleep.”
He removes his shirt and has it over my head so fast that it takes me a minute to register what’s going on. Shockingly, his shirt is just a tad too baggy and that makes me way too happy. King has wide shoulders and is pretty tall so his shirts would have to be a bit longer than normal to fit him.
I’ve always dreamed about wearing my future man’s shirts to bed but knowing they wouldn’t be nightgown size like you see in the movies. However, King’s shirt hangs past my belly and I don’t feel the need to keep tugging it down.
My butt will be hanging out of the bottom, though.
“Climb up, baby,” he says pulling the blanket down.
“You or the bed?” I mutter to myself.
Once I’m in bed I look up at King and can physically see the battle in his eyes.
“Once you’re ready, you can climb me any fucking time you want,” he growls. “Now, I’m going to climb in that bed with you, hold you close, and we’re going to sleep. Got that little minx?”
“Are you going to remove your pants?” I ask, feeling brave.
He’s right about one thing. I’m not ready for sex just yet. But that doesn’t mean I’m dead.
“That’s probably not the wisest choice,” he says.
I take my time looking at the top half of his body. His muscles are refined and there isn’t an ounce of fat in sight.
I stick out my bottom lip and wait. This worked for Knox earlier tonight when he asked Ghost if he could put a teddy bear patch on his own cut. Ghost said no at first but then Knox stuck out his lip.
His teddy bear patch will be here in two to five days.
“Fuck,” King grumps. “Don’t touch my cock, woman. I never thought I would say that to you, but I will fucking explode like a schoolboy if you do.”
I watch hungrily as he prepares to remove his pants. Once they’re unbuttoned, King looks right at me, smirks, and drops his pants to the floor.
Oh…my…stars.
Naked. He’s completely and utterly naked. His cock is massive. I mean, it looks as hard as granite and yet is still hanging down. It has to be heavy.
“How do you walk with that thing between your legs?” I ask, completely serious. “It needs its own zip code. Does it take your pee forever to make its way through? I bet it does. I bet mornings are a pain in the butt trying to stand there waiting an eternity for your pee to find its way out. My goodness. What is its name? I feel like it needs its own identity. Maybe get it an ID or something. No wonder you said you’ve only ever dated big women like me. If you put that thing anywhere near a skinny woman they would break in half before you even started. That is never going to fit inside of me. For the love of all things, make me stop talking.”
By the time I’ve finished that little prize of a one-sided conversation, I’m blushing my embarrassment and King is laughing.
Freaking jerk.
“I love you, baby,” he says, crawling into bed and pulling me to his side. “Relax and get some sleep.”
“You want me to relax against your body knowing what you have hidden under the blankets? I’m almost afraid to move for fear of jostling it. Poor thing needs its own bed.”
“You’re good for my ego, baby,” he laughs. “And soon, he will have his own bed. Nestled deep inside of your warm pussy. Now, go to sleep.”
Thank goodness the lights are off.
“That’s twice now,” I mumble, as I snuggle closer to the side of his body.
“Twice, what?” he asks, holding me tightly.
“Twice that you’ve told me you loved me,” I admit. “Once three months ago and again just now.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Are you keeping tabs?” he asks cheekily.
“Just making an observation,” I respond. “I think I love you, too, you know?”
“You think?”
“Well, I’ve never been in love before. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to feel like.”
“Do you love Blackhawk?” he asks.
Confused, I think about my best friend and the feelings I have for him.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I love Dillon with all my heart.”
“What does that love feel like?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down my back. “When you think about the love you have for him, what does it feel like?”
He doesn’t seem upset with this conversation so I go with it.
“Well,” I start. “When I think about him I smile because I know he’s a silly man who likes to make me laugh. He’s always kind to me and it’s so easy to have a conversation with him knowing he won’t judge me. He makes my heart happy.”
“Alright,” he says softly. “How about Knox, Bitsy, or Sophie? Do you love them?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “They’re so easy to hang out with. I can be myself and not have to worry about them judging me. They make me laugh and we have so much fun.”
“What does your love for me feel like?”
I stop and think about his question. I examine my feelings for this man thoroughly before answering. Leaning up, I look down at the man in question. The moonlight is shining through the single window and it’s giving me just enough light to make out his features.
He smiles softly as he moves my hair to one side of my head.
“When I think about you,” I whisper as if my heart wants what I’m about to say to be only for him. “I feel like I’ve found a missing piece of myself that I didn’t know was gone. When I think of your smile it makes me realize that your happiness is just as important to me as my own. I feel this overwhelming desire to make sure you always have something to smile about. And right now, looking down into your eyes, it feels as if my heart beats in tandem with yours and every second with you feels like I’m where I’m supposed to be. I feel the same love for you as I do my friends but it’s so much more profound. Much deeper. More desperate. And it’s the scariest thing I’ve felt in my entire life.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, his eyes alight with happiness. “You love me, baby.”
He leans up and kisses me. It’s not soft and it’s not wild, but it’s a kiss of ownership. A kiss of victory.
A kiss of love.