Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
KING
W illa is wrapped around me tightly as I fly through the streets with no destination in mind. I am only enjoying the feeling of her pressed against me on the back of my bike. I can still taste her on my lips.
The night is still young, and I know Willa needs more, and I plan on giving it to her. The club was only the first part. Planning that had taken me some time; every second of it was carefully mapped out before we ever pulled up. Everyone in that establishment knew I wasn’t fucking playing when I said I wanted complete privacy. That I needed everyone to clear out so I could give my girl what she needed.
Willa wanted to do things she’d never done before, and I knew eating her sweet pussy out where she thought it would be wrong was one of the easy ones. One I’d gladly do over and over again. I didn’t know you could taste innocence, but it dripped off her pussy, and I lapped up every drop all for myself.
I take a sharp turn, heading toward one of the old warehouses I own. Some still train in it, but most days it’s pretty quiet. It's a Saturday night, and I know some of my men will be down there. The fights are done for the night, but some still want to play cards and have drinks. It’s more private there.
When we pull into the parking lot, I help Willa off the bike. She is full of smiles when I remove her helmet. I can tell she is feeling the two drinks she had, but she is still in control. Her cheeks are flushed, and she is more chatty.
“Where are we now?” she inquires as I slide her glasses back on her and adjust her clip. Taking care of her brings a profound sense of satisfaction. I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone before, but now I’m finding I get off on it. Take pride in it. I’m finding I’ll do anything to make her happy.
“One of my warehouses.”
“You’ve got a thing for warehouses.” Willa lets out a small giggle and bounces on her heels.
“I’ve only got a thing for you, Princess.” I tuck her into my side.
“You don’t worry about people taking your stuff?” she asks as I guide her inside.
“No one will fuck with my shit.”
“Because they're scared of you?” She drops her head back to stare up at me.
“Maybe, but respect me too.” I don’t try to rule with an iron fist, but I would if necessary.
“Well, I’m not scared of you. Just so you know.” Willa taps the center of my chest, making me chuckle.
“Good,” I tell her because she scares the shit out of me. Willa makes me feel and do shit I never have before. I suppose we’re both stepping out of our out of our norm and trying something new.
As I lead her into the warehouse, her eyes are everywhere, taking it all in. Off to one side is a full bar next to a bunch of poker tables. There is a dance floor on another side, but it hasn't been in use for a while. Another area has two rings set up and punching bags hanging from the ceiling. There is an office upstairs and a couple of bedrooms.
The office is off-limits to anyone but Anton and me. I keep it locked up. If they want to fuck one of the girls that some of them brought back here, they can do it in one of the rooms. I still have a cleaning crew that comes in once a week.
The bedrooms had been meant for if someone needed to crash or had gotten hurt, and we needed a doctor to watch over them, but things aren't as wild as they used to be. Thankfully, I never found myself in one—for a doctor or a pussy.
Think they might need a doctor after how some of them burn through women, but that's their business, not mine. I lean down and kiss the top of Willa’s head, breathing in her sweetness. I’ve got all I could ever want right here.
Willa might be shy and innocent, but she lights up with only a few touches, and I’ll be the only one to ever get to do that fucking shit to her. A few people turn and glance my way as we pass, hiding their surprise that I have a woman on my arm. Others knew I'd be swinging by.
"Willa." Mila pops up from Anton's lap, rushing over toward us.
"Hey." Willa gives her a sweet smile.
"Can I steal her for a minute? We can get a drink." I glance over to the bar a couple of my men are leaning up against, talking together.
"You want to go, Princess?"
"Yeah." She nods her head. I lean down and claim her mouth before I release my hold on her, and Mila pulls her away. I walk over and drop down into the seat next to Anton.
"You got everything in order?"
"I do." He shakes his head. "You know what you're doing?"
"I have to do something." I lean back and kick my legs out, watching Willa as Mila makes them a drink.
"I had to talk her into it." Anton flicks a glance over to his wife. "But she came around."
"You think I don't remember how you were when you met Mila?" I toss back at him.
"Yeah, and you fucking thought I'd lost my damn mind." I had. Anton was a lot like me.
We kept ourselves focused on our work. We never let pussy control us. I could see how easily men could flip their whole world apart over it. Destroy their families and livelihoods.
I’d watched that shit as a kid. I guess you have to find the one worth it all. That’s what Willa is. There are no games with her. She isn’t trying to seduce me or after what I have. It’s me that’s trying to get my hooks into her.
“Hey.” I nod to two men in suits headed toward the bar, having gotten up from one of the poker tables.
“The Yarros cousins.”
“Not a fuckin’ clue.”
“They’re from the West Coast. Kincaid vouched for them.” They appear to be in their mid-twenties. I can tell from their movements they have already had more than a few drinks.
The two of them pass by my men leaning up against the bar. One of them, Nero, stops them. I’m not close enough to hear what he says, but the Yarros’ eyes flick over to Willa and Mila, and I know what he said. They nod and slide up to the bar.
Willa is sipping the martini Mila made for her as Mila asks the cousins if they want a drink. She doesn’t have to get them shit, but she’s being nice. I motion to one of my guys leaning up against the far wall watching over the poker tables to get over to the bar.
“I want her to make it,” one of them slurs and motions to Mila. The other one has his eyes on Willa, who is off in her own world, swaying her hips and staring down at her phone.
“Shit,” Anton mutters under his breath. I’m already on my feet. They’d gotten the one warning already. I see Nero about to grab the man's shoulder, but he sees me coming, and I shake my head no. Nero steps back.
“Is there a problem?” Willa lifts her head at the sound of my voice. Her eyes come straight to me, and a smile pulls at her lips. Too damn sweet. The way her face lights up by just looking at me. That shit is pure. I don’t deserve it, but I’m sure as shit gonna bask in it.
“Just talking to some pretty girls.”
“No, you’re not.” I step in front of them, blocking Willa from their view at the other end of the bar.
“We know, man. Don’t mess with that one,” the one who was staring down my girl says. “I want Miss Pretend I’m a Virgin.” He motions toward the end of the bar.
“I’m not pretending,” I hear Willa say from behind me, and I know the cocktail Mila made her must be hitting her. Mila bursts into laughter.
That’s all I need to hear before my fist connects with his jaw and he crumples to the floor. “What the fuck?” The other stumbles back.
“Pick him up and get both of their asses out of here.” I’m done with them. Nero grabs the one off the floor while two others go for the other, dragging both of them outside.
When I turn around, Willa is right there. “You hit him.” She takes my hand, inspecting it.
“It’s fine, Princess.” She kisses my knuckles.
“He told everyone I was a virgin.” Willa thinks she’s whispering. “I bet you could fix that for me.” She presses her body into mine. I kiss her; my hands go to her ass, lifting her up to sit on top of the bar. For once, she’s eye level with me.
“You give the best kisses.”
“Better be the only kisses.”
Willa’s face breaks out in a bright smile. “Are you jealous?”
“Always, Princess.”
“Really?” Her tiny nose scrunches, and I can’t resist placing a kiss on it.
“Yeah, really. It’s a first for me.”
“I think it’s time for another round.” Mila starts shaking the martini mixer.
“Whoa!” Willa cheers. The night is only really beginning.