Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2) (10 page)

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t make sense.”

He grabbed my hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over my knuckles. “I’m not good with words.”

“You’re doing fine,” I encouraged him to continue because I had no idea what was going on at the moment.

“I want more.” He cupped my cheek, leaning his forehead against mine.

“What are you telling me?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head, releasing me. “Forget it.”

“Tell me.”

He rose to his feet, brushing a hand through his hair. “I can’t.”

I gaped, watching him head up the stairs.
What the hell just happened?

WHAT WAS
that? God, I was such a moron. My words fumbled when I became nervous. I wanted to tell Meeka that I wanted more out of whatever we had. When everything was all said and done. When everyone was safe. I knew I shouldn’t worry about it. It wasn’t the right time, but me being the dumbass that I was, almost let the words slip out of my mouth.

“Asher?”

A light knock sounded on my bedroom door. Ignoring it, I crawled into bed. The cool satin sheets slid over my skin.

Another knock. The knob jiggled, but I had locked it.

Eventually, Meeka went across the hall, shutting the door behind her, and left me in the loud silence of my mind.

What the hell was wrong with me? Was I that desperate that I almost screwed things up with my best friend? I didn’t even know what I wanted. I wasn’t sure what I was about to tell her. The kisses we had shared and the almost fucking part messed with my head. The nightmares were coming on strong, and Meeka was the only person who could calm me. She kept me sane. Made it so I didn’t want to hurt myself or worse. I smiled to myself, remembering the first night I had broken into her bedroom.

“Asher, what are you doing?” Meeka’s wide-eyed stare glared at me. “My dad will kill you.”

“I couldn’t sleep, Hummingbird,” I explained, because that would make everything better.

“So you decided to break into my bedroom?” she cried, taking a step back.

“I’m not breaking in.”

“What do you call it then? Why didn’t you call me? I could have let you in the front door.” Meeka placed her hands on her hips, jutting out her chin.

“Because it’s after midnight, and your dad would have killed me,” I stated, crawling through the window.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” She chewed her bottom lip, closing the window behind me.

“Yeah.” Something always happened when my step-father was involved. No one knew what I had been dealing with for the past several years. It felt like a lifetime ago since the first night he touched me. I wasn’t stupid. I needed to tell someone. I knew that. But adults didn’t understand. They always asked what you did to make the other person upset. Implying it was your fault and looking at you with pity. I didn’t want fucking pity. I wanted someone to listen as I told my story.

“What’s going on?” Meeka asked, her question interrupting my thoughts.

I didn’t want to tell her, but she was the only person I could trust. Becoming best friends fast, she knew things about me no one else did.

“Talk to me.” She sat on the bed, patting the spot beside her.

“I don’t need to give your dad more reasons to kill me,” I said, sitting on the floor instead.

“Fine.” She sat across from me, crossing her legs beneath her and waited.

“I …” I took a deep breath. There was no point in delaying the inevitable any longer. I had to tell Meeka. It was the only way I could move on. It was the only way I could deal with the bastard. “I don’t know how to tell you.” I picked at a loose string on my sweatpants. “I don’t want you to judge me.” I was surprised at the words leaving my lips. I wasn’t one to talk. Never had been. But talking to Meeka felt normal. We had known each other since Kindergarten. She was the only person who didn’t deal with my shit.

“Take your time, Asher.” She smiled softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” She stifled a yawn, wrapping her arms around herself.

I took that as my cue. “My step-father hits me.”

The look of shock on her face was soon replaced with her telling me she wasn’t overly surprised. She had said that I had a temper and my step-father was creepy. I made a joke that he didn’t like girls so she had nothing to worry about. That didn’t go over well when she had burst into tears. I never wanted her to cry. I didn’t need her tears. I just wanted someone to talk to that wouldn’t judge me. She never did. But she did become protective. As I was with her. Men were dicks. I knew because I was the same way. Except to her. Never to my Hummingbird.

My body was twitchy, my mind playing over and over again what would happen when we went to see Charles. I prayed he didn’t touch Meeka, because I didn’t know what I would do if he did. I had no self-control when it came to her.

“I want more.”
I had said those words, but I had no fucking idea what they meant. Falling in and out of sleep for the next couple of hours, I tossed and turned.

A light knock sounded on the door, jarring me from my confusing thoughts.

Meeka peeked her head into the room. “Are you awake?”

I only stared at her when I remembered that I had unlocked the door after waking up at some point during the night to take a piss. “I am.” I sat up, pulling the blanket higher around my waist. I didn’t need to make things more awkward between us if she knew I was naked. “What’s wrong?”

She chewed her bottom lip, ringing her hands together in front of her. “I couldn’t sleep. Can I join you?”

My dick jumped at that, but being the gentleman that I was, I would have to learn to keep my hands to myself. She had a big enough day ahead of her. She didn’t need me making it worse. “Of course.”

Meeka breathed a sigh of relief and slid onto the bed beside me.

“I’ll sleep on top of the covers like I used to.” I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to tell her that, but I needed her to know that I wasn’t pressuring her into doing anything she didn’t want to do. Yes, I wanted to devour her endlessly but that would have to wait. Holding her and letting her know that I was there and I wasn’t leaving would have to be enough.

“We almost had sex, Asher. I think we’ve moved past sleeping on top of the covers.” She patted the spot beside her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

Rising from the bed, I pulled on sweat pants but not before I gave her a full view of my backside. My cock twitched at the small gasp that left her. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t proud of the reaction my body caused.

Crawling under the covers beside her, I didn’t give Meeka a chance to hesitate and pulled her against me.

“What are you doing?” Her hand slapped against my bare chest, not pushing but not letting me in, either.

“Shhh … I just want to hold you,” I said into the crook of her neck.

“Why?” Her body relaxed, curling onto her side against me.

“You ease my nightmares, Hummingbird.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling the covers up and over us. “Just like you used to.”

“You never held me before,” she whispered.

“That’s because I had to deal with your father but now, I don’t.” I kissed her cheek, letting my lips linger. I craved the day I could make her smell like me. To have the heady scent of sex as the pleasure seeped from her pores.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, stifling a yawn.

“Me too, baby, me too.” I didn’t know what would happen the next. Or the day after that. Or even the day after that. Charles Brian didn’t scare me but what he could do to Meeka did. I didn’t have complete control, and that pissed me off.

“No. I’m really scared. Not just for tomorrow but for right now. This—” she rolled over onto her back “—whatever
this
is.”

I didn’t want to talk about it. Did I know what was going on? No. I had no fucking idea. But being with Meeka made me feel like I mattered. That after all the shit I went through as a kid, I had a purpose in life.

“No matter what happens tomorrow, know that I am here. Charles won’t touch you. There’s too much money riding on the line for him to take that chance.”

“How can you be sure?” Meeka’s hand grazed down my chest, her fingers brushing over my abs.

My cock twitched, begging for her touch. “I …” I couldn’t focus on anything but her hand. It kept moving lower and lower until it reached the waistband of my pants. At times I thought she was innocent, but at this point, I knew she was distracting herself. “You need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” She chewed her bottom lip.

In a quick move, I grabbed her hand and pulled her under me. Spreading her legs roughly, I knelt between her knees and ground my hips into hers.

Her back arched, a small gasp leaving her mouth.

“Your innocence makes me want to fucking rip you open,” I snarled, pulling her arms above her head. “The way you look at me. The way you say my name. Fuck, Meeka.” Grazing my teeth down the side of her neck, I nipped and sucked. This woman was driving me fucking wild. And I didn’t know what would happen if I couldn’t control my feelings. I didn’t want to hurt her but the passion ensnaring around us shot straight to my dick.

“I’m not … I’m not experienced like you. Doesn’t mean I’m innocent,” she panted, wrapping her legs around my hips.

“Trust me, baby.” I cupped her jaw. “Compared to me, you’re innocent as fuck.”

“Just—”

“Quiet,” I snapped. “The only sounds I want leaving your mouth are cries of pleasure or my fucking name. You got me?”

She nodded quickly.

“Good girl.” Lowering my mouth to hers, I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a gentle nip. “By the way, I’m not fucking you tonight.”

***

(Meeka)

To hear those words, I never actually thought I’d be disappointed. Asher was teasing me. He was showing me what he was capable of just by speaking. But I still had to ask. “Why not?”

“As much as I want to—” Asher sat back on his haunches, rubbing his hands down my legs “–I need some control because as soon as I get inside you, all bets are fucking off.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Oh, Hummingbird.” He smirked. “You really have no idea what you’re in for.”

“If you’re trying to make me nervous, it’s not working.” I struggled beneath him, attempting to move out from under him. If he wanted to be a dick, by all means but I wasn’t going to be a part of it. I pushed him one last time when I was flipped over onto my stomach.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice rough. He pinned me beneath him, grinding his pelvis into my ass.

I moaned, holding onto his arm wrapped around my shoulders. “Asher.”

“Fuck, I can’t. God, Meeka, you’re going to destroy me.” His hips moved, his erection pressing into the flesh of my rear.

My lower body matched his movements. We were fully clothed but the scolding heat spread over us. “I want you,” I whispered.

“I … Shit.” His hot breath scorched my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Spreading my legs wide, I hinted. I didn’t care how; all I knew was that I needed him. I needed him to show me what it was truly like to be fucked. I didn’t want slow. I wanted to forget. Everything. “Please,” I cried out, shaking beneath him. “Fuck me.”

Releasing me, Asher reached into his bedside table and pulled out a condom. “I’m not going to last long,” he panted, tugging down my shorts.

“I don’t care.” I arched my hips, ready, sore, wet for the man hovering over me.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

“You have
got
to be fucking kidding me.”

“Don’t stop. Please.” The phone could wait.

“I—”

It rang again. And again.

“Fuck my life,” Asher growled and reached for the phone. “This had better be a fucking emergen—Coby, shit. Sorry, brother. What’s wrong?”

My heart jumped. I stretched out my arms beneath the pillow.