Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
KING
Shawn does taste as sweet as I thought she would, and the pink tint to her cheeks just fucking adds to the whole innocent appeal she has going on. My cock has never been this hard before.
Fuck me, but I want to bend her over my bed and bury my dick deep inside of her.
She lifts her hand to her lips and touches her fingertips to them.
Those lips of hers are slightly swollen, and it’s cute as fuck, the fact that she looks so goddamn surprised by the whole exchange. Just as I’m about to lay it on thick as fuck, the guy she came with appears in the doorway.
I jerk my chin in his direction, my brow arching as I take him in. He’s a douche. I can’t help but wonder what the fuck she sees in him. He’s fucking worthless. I can tell just by looking at him.
“Shawn, your ride is here.”
My brows lift in surprise at his words. “Her what?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a smirk. Cocky fucker. I’m two seconds away from beating the absolute shit out of him. I think I might, just on principle alone at this point. I don’t like his fucking face, his smile, or any goddamn part of him.
“Uber,” he says. “I was told this is an open party, so I’m staying. Shawn’s a big girl. It’s her own fucking bullshit that she doesn’t have a car.”
“It’s fine, an Uber is fine,” Shawn whispers, her words coming out in a rush.
“Get the fuck out of the clubhouse,” I state, moving past Shawn and toward him.
Before he can say a single word, I have my hand wrapped around the front of his throat and am squeezing. He gasps, lifting his hands to my wrist and tries to scratch me like a fucking weak-ass little bitch.
Then I feel Shawn’s hand on my arm, and she tugs it, screaming my name. I don’t hear her because blood and adrenaline are flowing freely, and I realize that I’ve just lost control.
When I feel her hand pulling down on me again and hear her screams, only then do I turn my head to look down at her. She’s got tears streaming down her face; her eyes are wide and terrified, but I don’t loosen my grip.
“He’s my brother,” she says.
I still don’t release my grip on his throat. Turning my head, I look over at her and frown. “Your brother would send you off in an Uber from way out here?” I ask.
Her tongue peeks out and slides across her bottom lip, wetting it before she wipes the tears from her cheeks and nods her head a couple of times. When she speaks, her words are said with such conviction that I can believe this guy is as much of a douche as I expected… maybe even bigger.
“He would. The only reason he brought me was so he could get a chance to come to this party. It wasn’t because he cared about me or wanted to help me in any way,” she states.
Fuck, what an asshole.
Without another word, I move out of the bedroom, shifting my hand from the front of his throat to the back of his shirt at the collar, and I pick him up off his feet, dragging his toes behind him as I move through the bar that is now full of people and march his fucking ass right out the door.
Once I’m out of the clubhouse, I push him forward and release my hands. I watch as he falls to the ground with a thud, down in the gravel and dirt.
“Don’t ever fuckin come back here again,” I growl.
He pushes up on his hands, his arms trembling when he does, and he looks behind him, his eyes finding mine. He opens his mouth, then snaps it closed.
“If you’re going to ask me why, don’t bother. I’m happy enough to fucking tell you,” I say. “You’re a coward. You’re weak, and you’re a douche. Your kind is not fucking accepted here, so you cannot come back. Ever.”
Turning around, I walk back into the clubhouse. Shawn is standing just inside the door, her lips parted as her head tips back and her eyes find mine. She doesn’t look happy about what I’ve done, but she doesn’t look angry either, so I take it as a win.
“You don’t Uber home,” I grind out.
“I can see that, although I don’t understand why,” she murmurs.
I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck and hold her there. I keep her where she is, afraid that if I don’t, she might run away. Although I’m not sure why I’m afraid. I know where to find her pretty little ass if she does. And now I know she doesn’t have a car, so she can’t go far.
“Because someone like that, no matter who he is to you, does that, behaves that way, he’s weak as fuck. And I don’t want him anywhere near you or me.”
“King,” she breathes.
Dipping my chin, I move my face closer to hers and touch my lips to her mouth. “You’re going to say my name just like that when I’m moving inside of you, sweetness.”
I feel her hands on my chest, and she pushes away from me, but I don’t move. I refuse. Holding strong, my fingers flex even harder against the side of her neck, and I lift my head, my gaze finding hers, and I hold it, daring her to say otherwise.
“I think I need to go home,” she whispers.
“I’m sure you think that,” I say with a chuckle. “But how are you gonna get there? I’m not letting you get in that Uber.”
“Why not?”
Laughing against her lips, using my teeth, I nip her bottom lip before I speak. “Because I won’t let you go anywhere with some stranger. Not when I’m right here.”
“Aren’t you a stranger?” she asks on an exhale.
I lift my head slightly to look into her eyes, my lips curving up into a grin. “Yeah, sweetness. I am. Which is why I’m not letting your sweet ass out of my fucking sight.”
“You’re an asshole,” she gasps, then she lifts her hand to her lips as if she can’t believe she’s said what she has.
Chuckling, I shake my head a couple of times. “Yeah, I fuckin’ am. And you’re going to love every goddamn minute of it, too.”
SHAWN
I can’t believe he’s said what he has. That I’m going to love every minute of him being an asshole. But he’s said it, and my entire body trembles at the words.
I want that.
I’m not even sure why. I’ve never really been attracted to the bad boys before. Sure, I get the appeal, but it’s never really been anything I’ve sought out before… before now.
I take a step backward to start to walk away from him.
Although, I’m not sure where I’m going to go.
I can’t walk home, not from here. I have money for an Uber or cab, thanks to King, but I don’t think he’s going to let me take either since he’s already made such a big deal about my brother calling me one.
I don’t get far.
King bends slightly, shoves his shoulder into my belly, and lifts me off my feet.
I’m draped over him. His arm slides across my upper thighs as he holds me securely.
I grip his belt at his waist to try to steady myself as he moves through the bar, then I recognize his room again. The mess isn’t hard to mistake.
He releases me, and my body slides down the front of his as he places my feet on the floor. Gripping his shoulders, I tilt my head back and look up into his eyes. His face is set, his lips pressed together in a thin line, and his blue eyes are sparkling as he watches me.
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I boldly announce.
His brows lift, and his lips curve into a grin as he continues to stare at me. He clears his throat before he murmurs, and his words cause a shiver of desire to slide down my spine. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I can’t take my eyes off his.
“You’re right. You aren’t going to have sex with me, sweetness.”
“No?”
“No,” he confirms with a chuckle. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
I take a step backward but, again, don’t get far. He reaches around and wraps his arm around my waist before he hauls me forward. My body slams into his, and at the same time, his mouth crashes against mine.
The hand against my back slides up my spine and tangles in my hair.
I suck in a breath, my lips parting as his tongue slips inside of me.
It’s hot. My body starts to tingle, and my belly flip-flops.
A moan escapes my throat, a sound he happily swallows, then I feel his other hand grab hold of my ass before he squeezes.
“King,” I breathe as he breaks the kiss and looks down at me. His grip on my hair tightens as he watches me for a silent moment. “I’m not going to let you fuck me tonight.” My words come out on a trembling whisper.
For whatever reason, when I speak, his lips turn up into a smile, and his eyes don’t leave mine.
In fact, they actually sparkle even more than they did earlier.
He likes that. I’ve just issued a challenge.
I don’t even know him. The fact that he thinks I would lie down on his messy bed—in his trashed room—is beyond me.
“You’ll need to take me home now, King.”
“I will?” he asks.
Humming, I try to wriggle out of his arms, but he doesn’t let me.
Instead, he pulls me closer, but to be fair, I don’t really try that hard to escape.
I’m not sure if I want to. I like the way he kisses me.
I like the way I feel in his arms. I like a hell of a lot about him, but at the end of the day, I don’t even know him.
When my fingers slide across his chest, they catch slightly on his patch.
I trace the letters there. Dark Horse MC.
I still don’t know what it all means, really.
Just the rumors, and I don’t put much stock in rumors.
I open my mouth to ask him, but he shakes his head, his hand leaving my ass and wrapping around my wrist at his chest.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” His tone is hard, and his words are a warning.
I’m not sure if I want to ask the question, but I also know that I have to. He’s talking about having my body, seeing me, touching me, kissing me, and I need to know who he is. I’m not easy. Boys or men have never wanted much to do with me. My offers have always been slim, and this seems huge.
“Should I be scared of you?” I ask.
He laughs softly. It’s deep and sexy. It causes my entire body to gasp for air. Not just my mouth and my lungs but every single part of my being.
“You should be terrified, sweetness. But if you think this patch means I’ll hurt you physically, that you should never fear.”
I lick my lips, rolling them a few times before I open my mouth, then close it. I don’t know how to respond to that. I suck in a breath and then let it out slowly. I gather all the strength and bravery I have, although, at this point, I’m pretty sure I’m running on pure adrenaline.
When I speak, I expect his smile to fade, but it doesn’t. It gets bigger, and that’s when it is confirmed that this man views me and this situation as a complete challenge—and he likes it. Maybe he even loves it.
“I don’t know you, King.”
He hums and lowers his head, his lips touching the corner of mine before his mouth shifts and moves so I can feel his breath against my ear. “You will, sweetness… at least you’ll know all you need to know about me.”
“I’m not having sex with you. I’m not fucking you. I don’t even know you.” My words are firm, my tone somewhat no-nonsense.
He cups my cheek, then slides his thumb across my bottom lip. “Yeah, sweetness,” he rasps. “You will, but I’ll take you home tonight and drop you off if that’s what you want.”
I’m not sure if I should feel victorious about this, but I decide I’m going to. I have a feeling that once he drops me off at my place and I’m no longer standing right in front of him, he’ll have no problem forgetting my existence.