King (Grit Chapter Book 2) (12 page)

“Don’t worry about the medical bills. We can handle them.”

“I don’t want to do that.”

“Babe, you’re my old lady.”
Fuck that sounds and feels incredible.
“It doesn’t matter anymore what you want or don’t want. It’s what you’re going to get. You’re mine.”

“Wow, you’re very bossy,” she said, but she was smiling broadly. “Note to self, human versus car, car wins, hands down.”

Vicky chuckled. “We’re going to get some coffee and give you time to talk.”

Clara nodded, smiling. “I’m sorry—”

“Stop with all the sorry comments, babe. You’re alive, and you love me. Life is good.”

King laughed as Clara glared. “Fine, I’m not saying sorry to you again.”

“You just did.” Vicky winked, and he watched the couple leave.

“They’re getting along better,” Clara said.

“Vicky’s stronger than you give her credit for.”

“Yeah. I came to Grit to get myself together, and if anything, I’ve just made life hard. I’m not normally like this.”

“What? Running away?”

“Talking about my feelings, getting to like a guy to the point that I want to stay. What did you do to me, King?”

“I made you fall in love with me, and you know what, over the years I’m going to make you hate me, make you wonder why the hell you stayed, but late at night when I’m deep inside you, or holding you, you’re going to know it’s because I love you more than any man could ever love you.”

Tears filled her eyes, and her lip quivered. “God, what is happening to me?”

“I think deep down in that heart of yours that you tried to turn to ice, is a very sweet, very loving woman, who is afraid. You don’t have to be afraid with me, Clara. Now, you’re going to be coming home soon, and I’m going to be the one to take care of you. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. You’ll do as you’re told. Otherwise when you’re well, I will put you over my knee and spank you for all those wrongdoings. Now, is that understood?”

“Yes, King.”

O
ne month later

It had been four weeks since Clara was released from the hospital, and she still had this damn cast on her leg. She’d just gotten the cast on her arm taken off, as her fracture had healed nicely. But she hated that she couldn’t do the things she normally did and was reliant on others to help her.

Looking out the window she saw King and Payne outside working on their Harleys. She’d moved in with King when she’d left the hospital. At first she thought it would be temporary, because truth was she liked being on her own. But being with King in the same house, having him take care of her, and him basically saying she wasn’t leaving, felt really good.

It was a nice spring day, the sun was shining, and she was happy—like really happy. She supposed she could have had some drama in her life with an ex, maybe even a crazy stalker. But the truth was she’d been so reluctant about letting herself love King because she was afraid. Yeah, that was the big climax of the story of her life. She was weak and scared, afraid of being in love and giving herself to him, but then shit going downhill and her losing him. That was why she lived the way she did, was a rolling stone, and just lived life to the fullest. If she didn’t settle down and let herself be happy and in love, she wouldn’t be hurt. It seemed at the time like the safe and smart route to take, but the truth was she’d been lonely, so damn lonely.

Being with King these last few weeks had been the happiest Clara had ever been. She’d always thought she would love traveling, being alone, and changing her life at the drop of a pin. But she realized how much she’d been missing since being in Grit with King.

God, I love that man so damn much.

“You doing okay?”

The sound of Vicky behind her had Clara turning. She nodded. She smiled at her friend. The woman that had been with her through thick and thin. They’d been through so much in this life, but it was only the beginning.

“I’m good. Just thinking.”

Vicky looked past Clara out the window, and Clara saw the pain flash across her best friend’s face. During the last four weeks something had shifted, changed between Vicky and Payne, and not in a good way. But when Clara had first asked her friend about what was wrong, Vicky had closed up pretty tight. Whatever was happening between her and Payne was deep, and Clara understood that if Vicky wanted to talk about it, she would confide. Until then Clara would give her friend some space.

“You know I’m here for you,” Clara said and moved over to Vicky. Well, she hobbled on the crutches.

Vicky nodded but didn’t say anything as she started making sandwiches. “I’m probably going to head out after this. I have some things to do.”

Clara knew what that meant: she didn’t want to spend time here since Payne was hanging out.

“I can make Payne leave, Vicky. You don’t have to leave because of him.”

Vicky shook her head. “Thanks, but I really do have some things to do.”

Clara stared at her friend, wondering what was going through her head right now.

Another twenty minutes and Vicky was saying goodbye. Clara stared out the window and watched her friend leave. Vicky kept her head lowered, purposefully not looking at the guys, and Clara’s heart hurt for her friend. She wished she knew what in the hell she was going through so she could help her. But, if this life taught her anything, it was she needed to step back and let people live their own lives the way they wanted. If Vicky wanted to talk, she knew Clara would be here. She’d always be here.

V
icky’s heart was thundering, her palms were sweating, and she was scared as hell.

She looked down at her hands and twisted her fingers together in her lap. What in the hell was she going to do if this was really her fate? Shifting on the table she sat on, the paper gown she had on crinkled.

What in the hell am I going to do?

There was a knock on the door a second before it was opened.

“Vicky?” the woman in the white lab coat said. She looked down at a file and then glanced at Vicky again, smiling.

“Yes,” Vicky said, her throat tight, her mouth dry.

“How are you doing?” the doctor asked.

Vicky shrugged, thought about lying, but figured she’d just be honest. “I’m scared as hell.”

The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile. “That’s normal.” She set the file down and pulled over a machine that had been pushed against the wall. “So you’re here for verification?”

Vicky nodded. “Yes. I took three tests at home but wanted to make sure.”

The doctor nodded and started working on the machine. Vicky stared at the screen that was currently black.

“Go ahead and lie fully back. The test we ran came back positive, but because you’ve said you have a history of miscarriages?” The doctor glanced at her, and Vicky nodded.

“Just one, when I was in high school. I was very early along.”

“We’ll just make sure things are okay, so we’ll do an internal exam.”

For the next few moments Vicky watched the doctor get the machine ready, and once the internal exam was underway she felt her heart seize as she saw that black screen light up.

The doctor turned the screen more toward Vicky and smiled. “There’s your baby. You’re about five weeks’ gestation.”

Vicky couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think as she looked at that little bean-shaped thing on the screen. That was her baby, hers and Payne’s baby.

God, how in the hell was she going to get through this alone? She sure as hell wasn’t going to bring this up to him, not since he’d completely shut her out for unknown reasons over the last few weeks.

No, Vicky was doing this alone, but she knew she could do it. She could handle anything.

I hope.

“W
hat are you doing?” Clara asked.

“Well, we can’t have sex yet, but I think you need some light relief.” King spread her thighs open, and she gasped as his tongue found her pussy. “So sweet and so tasty.”

“Why are you torturing me?” she asked, gasping as he flicked his tongue across her clit.

She loved his touch, and since getting out of the hospital, King had kept his distance. He’d been driving her insane with need, and now she couldn’t handle anymore.

“Fly to Vegas with me,” he said.

“Um, why?”

“To get married.”

“Can’t you wait?” She cried out as he thrust two fingers inside her. “Oh God, you’re not playing fair.”

“You promised to be my wife, but you won’t just fly out and marry me.”

“Damn you!”

“Agree, or else I will spend the rest of the day torturing you until you do.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she couldn’t believe that he was using oral as a way to make her agree to fly to Vegas.

She tried to thrust her pelvis up to make him give her an orgasm. He held her hip in one hand, while with his other, he fucked his fingers inside her.

“Come on, baby, come for me, if you can.”

“You bastard!”

She couldn’t fight this. There was no way she could hold out.

“Yes, I’ll go to Vegas with you. I promise.”

King made her come, and she screamed his name, loving every second of her orgasm as it washed over her.

When he was finished, he moved up, licking his lips. “I already have the tickets.”

“What am I going to with you?” she asked.

“Marry me and love me.”

“I suppose I can handle that.”

The End

I
wasn’t going to have her running from me about anything short of the truth. Yes, I’d fucked a great deal of the bitches from our school, but they had used me as much as I’d used them. It was a done deal between us all. I’d stopped fucking anyone since Charlotte, and I saw she wanted to believe me. There was a spark of doubt in her eyes, and I got it. I’d never been perfect, and before Charlotte, I’d have fucked five girls at that party, and still gone home with a different girl.

My dad hadn’t been that strict growing up, and he wasn’t now. He’d asked me to take Charlotte into consideration before bringing bitches home to screw. To be honest, he just didn’t want to have to deal with her mother bitching at him. It was different for girls compared to boys. My father had even agreed that Charlotte wasn’t allowed to bring boys home.