Chapter 32
STEVIE
From everything I’ve learned about King, it’s true he doesn’t do emotions, so when I find the tears coming down his face it cracks something inside me.
My heart aches for him even though I have no idea why he is crying.
Whatever the reason, our intimacy must have triggered it.
He obviously needs the release, so I give him a safe place to let go.
And he does. His cock strokes my insides while he quietly releases his pain.
Words will destroy the moment, so I remain silent as each tear crushes me.
This tough biker is lowering his walls and letting me in.
It is one of the most beautifully daunting things I’ve experienced.
The methodic way he makes love to me, looking into my soul while sharing his own, elevates our relationship.
I wake this morning before King who is sleeping peacefully.
I actually lay here for some time, memorizing his handsome face.
My eyes drift down his exposed body. The sheet only covers his right knee.
His torso, arms, and hands are decorated along with some on his legs and calves.
Tattoos used to disgust me, but I guess I’ve grown to like them, and on King, they make him look like a forbidden warrior.
And his pierced cock! Lord, I have to find out what it’s called.
Three parallel horizontal bars along the frenum heightens all my nerve endings.
Several hours later, King comes out as I’m planting on the deck.
Seeing him quickens my heart and causes my pussy to pulse.
For now, I avoid bringing up last night.
There’s no reason to make it awkward. We’re a new couple, the night is fresh in our minds, and it deserves time to take root.
I notice his exhaustion, so I pamper him a bit, taking care of his wounds.
When I send him off to work with food I packed for him, he lets out a knockout of a laugh.
I’m sure the idea is strange to him, yet it’s my way of showing him what he means to me.
Neither of us have spoken those three words.
Saying it to him is huge, and I’m not sure if the feeling is mutual.
Attraction doesn’t equal love. Grown adults or not, we’ve come from a very dark place to this point, which isn’t at all normal.
Love is frightening enough, and when you add a layer of uncertainty regarding how the other feels, it’s easier to tuck it under the bed for now.
King calls to let me know we’re heading to the club, so I dress in jean shorts and a cool summer top that hugs my breasts and flares out.
The shorts are snug, but I’m taking advantage of wearing them before I balloon out.
My swollen feet slip into cloudlike flip flops.
I’m waiting for King in the back when I hear the doorbell ring.
Thinking he might have forgotten his keys, I open the door to a shabby looking man who is possibly in his sixties or seventies.
King is going to kill me for opening the door without checking.
I’m going to kill me. I close the door just enough for my head to fit through the opening.
Dry as tobacco leaves, the man says, “I apologize for popping over, but I was hopin’ Kingston were home.”
“He’ll be here any minute.”
“Good. Good.”
He says it like goo goo. The only thing covering his torso is a Wolves of Mayhem cut over an aging muscular frame and faded tattoos. His wrinkled hands are boney.
Since he has one of their jackets on, I open the door more. “Why don’t you come inside and wait for him?”
“Thank you, ma’am…”
“Stevie. And you?”
“Billy.”
I offer him water, sitting at the kitchen island when King arrives and the man says, “Sound like he home.”
From the fast stomping of his boots, King barrels into the kitchen, eyes on the man when he commands, “Come here, Stevie.”
His jaw is set, eyes glaring at the old man, so I slide off the stool and head over to him.
Billy says, “I ain’t gonna hurt her.”
Rage rumbles through King, visibly reverberating through his body. He shoves me behind him before balling his hands into fists.
King’s mouth doesn’t move, as he grits his teeth and responds, “Get. The Fuck. Out of my House.”
“Hey, dick! That ain’t no way to be to your old man.”
My eyes widen.
Holy shit!
I invited King’s horrible father into his house.
He has every right to be pissed at me. Billy had damaged King so much, it’s taken him this long to open up to someone, and here I ruined it.
My fingers loop through his jean hoops to provide stability for both of us.
I move a little out from behind him to keep an eye on Billy.
“Last time, old man. Get the fuck out or I’ll throw your fucking ass out of here.”
Billy unsteadily rises from his seat, adjusts his cut, and says, “I’m still part of the club.”
“The fuck you are.”
His gaze shifts to me. “You gonna let him talk to me like dis?”
“Sure am.” King immediately puts his hand on my hip. “You’re not welcome in this house. If I had known who you really were, I would have never invited you in.”
Billy’s eyes narrow on me. “Yer a cunt just like his whore mama.”
King is about to go after him, but I slide in front of him, placing my hands on his hips. “He’s not worth it, King.”
Veins pop out of his neck, forearms, and his nose flares. I touch his arm to shift his attention, which works and his eyes shift to me.
I turn to Billy. “Like he said, get the fuck out.”
He snarls, “Cunt,” as he shuffles to the door.
My back presses into King’s front to stop him from attacking the guy. We watch the door open and then close.
I spin to face King. “I’m so sorry, King. I—”
His fingers slip to the back of my head, gripping my hair, and he smashes his lips to mine. It’s rough to the point of bruising. The kiss ends as fast as it happened.
His eyes lock on mine and he hisses, “Don’t ever fucking open that door without checking.”
My eyes beg for forgiveness as my tongue swipes over my swollen split lip. “I won’t.”
King’s eyes flutter between my eyes and then he swallows me in an embrace. “I’m not angry at you, Rebel.” His hand strokes the back of my head. “I was just…”
I gaze up at him. “Worried?”
A sweet smile brightens his lips. “Yeah. Something like that.”
We’re lost into each other’s stare when King’s phone rings.
Without taking his eyes off me, he answers. “Yeah.”
I hear Skull yell, “Where the fuck are you?”
“Had a delay. We’re on our way.”
They hang up without a goodbye.
His thumb slides over my lip. “You okay?”
“Yes. Let me put some ice in a baggie for my lip.”
He stops me and does it instead.
A row of bikes line the front and side of the Rebel Room, and inside, music thumps in the background while everyone mingles. Guys are at the bar doing shots. At the tables, some of the bikers are playing cards while others are getting blowjobs. Not something I want to see.
King bends down and says in my ear, “I got church. Duchess and the old ladies are in the back room.”
I’m about to leave, but he cups my face, presses a soft kiss to my lips, winks, and lets go. I’ve learned that church means a meeting between the upper members, who are now migrating to a closed-off room in back.
Duchess cradles her ever-growing stomach. She looks like a cool pregnant biker chick with her baby bump peeking out from under a pink tank top with a saying My Heart Belongs to a Biker. Her spandex leather skirt fits over her lower belly, and she’s wearing pink rhinestone cowboy boots.
I approach her. “Love the outfit.”
She throws her arms in the air. “Ladies, Rebel is here.”
My eyes roll so far back, I can see my thickening ass. “So you’re calling me Rebel, too?”
“We all have our names, and Frost christened you as Rebel.” Her arm drapes over my shoulders guiding me farther into the room. “Darts?”
I laugh. “Oh my God. I haven’t played since my teens.”
“Good. Let’s play for money.”
We all laugh while setting up the darts.
Duchess and I sip our non-alcoholic beverages while the other women enjoy the beginnings of a buzz.
The music is thumping from the jukebox. My body moves to the rhythm of Sweet Home Alabama, and the rest of the ladies join in.
We’re swaying around the room, singing, tossing darts, so caught up in the moment that we don’t hear the yelling in the other room until glass shatters.
We move to the main part of the bar to find Billy, King’s father, arguing with King’s Uncle Jorden.
Billy grips a broken bottle and slurs out, “Dis is my club!”
Jorden counters, “The hell it is. You killed my sister.”
“Who cares about that whore! Ya never did.”
Their attention moves to us. Billy tosses the bottle and staggers toward me. His unwavering eyes bore into me. Instead of stepping back, I remain behind a table, putting distance between us, but it isn’t long before he skirts around it.
Billy stops and tilts his head when he says, “Cunt.” He points at me and repeats the word. “Filthy whores love the Tates.”
A man I somewhat recognize comes over to stand next to me. Billy’s head falls back to meet the man’s eyes.
“You fuckin’ her too?”
The man steps in front of me and folds his anaconda arms. “Open your mouth one more time and I’ll fucking knock you into next month.”
His drunk, watery eyes dart around the room. He swipes an arm across his face, shakes his head to clear it, and laughs.
“Ain’t ‘fraid of ya.”
No warning. The guy’s arm pulls back, slamming into Billy’s face, dropping him to the ground unconscious.
I walk over to his limp body sprawled out on the floor, nudging his leg with my foot.
Nothing. My head turns to the guy just as King comes barging out of the back area.
His eyes assess the room as he comes toward me, pulling me into his arms as he rolls Billy’s body away from us.
To no one in particular, he asks, “What happened?”
The guy responds, “This guy was calling her some heavy shit, so I knocked him out.”
King holds me to him with one arm and offers his hand to the guy.
“Thanks, Crew. I owe you.” Frost kicks Billy in the leg and a muted groan comes out.
“This piece of shit is my father.” He gestures to a couple of prospects and tells them to take his dad to the dungeon, then asks Crew, “Have you thought about joining the MC?”
Crew nods. “Don’t know. I’m more of a loner.”
King cocks his head to the side. “So are many of us. But we also protect each other.”
He shrugs. “Still have to think about it.”
“Whenever. You just earned your way in as a prospect.”
King turns me away from the room into a corner. “You okay, Rebel?”
I kiss his cheek. “Yes. As you can see, Crew stopped things from escalating.”
He looks over his shoulder and back at me. “I’ll drop you off at home. I’ve got some business to do.”
Taking my hand, he leads me toward the door, but Duchess comes over and says, “Hey! Where are you going?”
“I’ve got business. Dropping her off at home.”
She waves her hand in the air. “No way. We’re having fun. I’ll take her home.”
King’s eyes bounce from Duchess to me. “You okay with that, Rebel?”
“Yes!”
He releases my hand, walking out the door while other members follow after him. Billy has been taken away. I don’t know what the dungeon is, nor do I want to.