Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2) (11 page)

“Thanks, my man.” Asher tossed his phone onto the end table

I frowned. “What did he want?”

Asher laid down beside me, righting his pants. “He told me to have fun tonight because tomorrow is going to fucking suck and who knows how we’ll be when it’s done.”

“Really? He said that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pretty much.”

The silence wore on. The passion still wrapped around us. The mood was done but definitely not forgotten.

“Maybe this isn’t meant to be,” I stated, breaking the silence.

“Oh, it’s meant to be, Hummingbird.” He kissed me hard on the mouth. “We just haven’t found the perfect moment.”

“This doesn’t make things awkward?”

“Does it make it awkward for you?” He searched my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

“Not at all.” But his words still struck a chord with me. He didn’t want to hurt me. I didn’t want him to hurt me, either, but something told me that he meant more by that then he led on. Did he mean emotionally or physically? Was he into something that I had no idea of? Not that I would know anyway.
Meeka, tangent
. God, the guy made me nervous. Well, that was new.

“Good.” He pulled my shorts back up to my waist. “Because I will get inside you.”

“We keep getting interrupted.” I curled onto my side, allowing my eyes to flutter closed.

“It’ll happen, baby.” He wrapped himself around me, holding me close.

A part of me went along with the charade because we kept getting interrupted. But what happened when we finally were able to have sex? Would it change things? My dark and dirty secrets would be laid out for him to see. It was almost worse than being naked.

“Sleep, Hummingbird.” He brushed his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deep. “I’ll leave you alone. For now.”

WE HAD
been silent since we woke up only a couple hours before. Going about our morning routine like nothing was about to happen; instead, we would be meeting up with Charles Brian. The epitome of evil who I wanted nothing to do with. Because finding the girls meant everything to me, I complied. Which I had been doing a lot of lately.

Asher suggested I wear something light and feminine. I would have preferred to wear a hazmat suit but understood what he was saying. So I threw on a floor-length, thin, maxi dress. It was black, slimming, and covered everything it needed to.

As I was pulling my thick hair up into a messy bun, I slipped on my flip flops. The back of my neck burned, and I knew Asher was standing in the doorway watching me. “I didn’t know what to wear.”

“You look beautiful,” he ground out. Something flashed behind his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, smoothing my hands down the front of my dress.

Asher closed the distance between us and pulled me against him. Capturing my mouth in a hard bruising kiss, he wrapped his arms around me.

The kiss spoke so many words that neither of us could say.

His tongue slid between my lips, caressing, needing. The longer we kissed, the more desperate it became. It was rough, like he was taking ownership of his property. But I wasn’t his, and I wasn’t property. I wasn’t an item to be tossed around and sold. These bastards took what they wanted and broke their toys until they were molded into what they wanted.

“Get out of your head, baby,” Asher muttered against my mouth, pushing me back until I hit the edge of the bed. “Please, for me.”

“I can’t. I can’t do this.” But I couldn’t stop kissing him. He felt so good. It felt natural. Real. Normal. It was everything I wanted it to be. Everything I needed in a man. Asher made me feel
alive
.

“I need you to know that you’re safe. You’re mine, Hummingbird.” His mouth trailed down the length of my jaw, his hands cupping my rear.

I moaned, sliding my hands around his neck and waited. For him to take control. For him to shred my soul and piece it back together. I craved his touch and I knew it was only the beginning.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, laying me back onto the bed.

My heart stuttered. I broke the kiss, staring up at him. “Am I only yours right now?” I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I knew how he was. How he had treated women in the past. He was bored. And I couldn’t help but wonder if he would become bored with me.

“Please don’t ruin this.” He went to kiss me again but I pushed against his chest.

“Tell me. I need to know what is going on in your head.” I lifted my chin, waiting.

“I want to fuck you. That’s it. Right now, I’m stressed beyond belief, and I want to use your body to make me feel better. Is that what you wanted to hear? You want to hear how much your tight body can make me feel fucking normal?”

“Asher.”

“Forget it.” He shoved off of me and sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his head in his hands. “I’ve never had any problems fucking a woman before, but you, you mess with my head. I can’t think straight. The only thing I worry about is getting inside of you.”

I sat beside him, curling my hands around his arm. My heart raced, the back of my neck burning at his words. “I …”

“You don’t know what to say.” He sighed. “Of course. The time I actually speak and have no problems saying anything, you can’t say a fucking thing.”

“What do you want from me? This whole thing between us is confusing and it couldn’t happen at a worse time.”

“Why the hell would you say that? It’s happening at a time where we need each other. It’s not like we’re strangers, Meeka. I have known you forever and I knew you at a time where I needed you most.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I mumbled.

“God, you have no idea, do you?” He turned to me, pinching my chin. “You helped me when I had no one else.” He shook his head.

“I want you to fuck me.” When the words left my mouth, I regretted them instantly. The look of shock on Asher’s face made me second guess my thoughts. I had never—

A hot mouth crashed to mine. A hard body forced me back onto the bed. All feelings disappeared as we focused on the here and now.

Asher shoved my dress to my hips and ripped open the fly of his jeans. Rough hands bruised my skin, leaving marks on my body where I knew I would see them for days after. I didn’t care. He could cover me in his touch, and I would forever be grateful.

“I’m going to destroy you.”

“Yes,” I begged against his mouth. “Do it.”

He growled, spreading my legs. Breaking the kiss, he pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts. Latching onto my nipple, he sucked and pulled until I was writhing beneath him.

I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair. My skin burned. My body hot and on fire.

With rough and needy hands, he pulled my arms above my head, holding me in place. His eyes roamed down the length of my body, his desire for me searing my skin. Without saying a word, he pushed between my legs, spreading them as wide as possible.

My chest heaved with ragged breath. The need to have inside of me, consumed my every waking thought. My nerve endings tingled with desire for the man hovering me. “Please,” I panted.

A wicked smirk spread on his lips. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Hummingbird.”

His words turned me on. His body made me melt. His voice made me lose control.

Pulling a condom from his pocket, he sheathed himself and lined up his hard cock to the entrance of my body. Beating the heavy flesh against my mound, he pushed between my folds.

I moaned, writhing and tilting my hips. His cock moved over my swollen clit, an explosion of desire spreading through my body.

In a quick move, he thrust into my body, not giving me a chance to get used to his size.

I cried out, pain and pleasure mixing as one as his hips thrust hard and deep. “Oh, God.”

“That’s right, baby. Feel my cock inside your tight heat.” Holding my arms above my head, his mouth moved over my collar bone. His teeth grazed my skin, nipping and biting a path in their wake. “You’re so fucking hot.”

No words left my mouth. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence for fear it would come out a jumbled mess. Digging my heels into his rear, I pushed him into me as far as my body would allow.

“Fuck, Meeka. Can you feel how deep I am?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Harder.”

Letting go of my arms, he pushed my knees to my chest and pounded into me with a fervor I never knew existed. “Take me.”

“God, yes!” I cupped his ass, rolling my hips upward, and met him thrust for thrust. “Harder. Please.”

“Shit.” He pushed into me. Hard. Fast. Rough. It bordered on violent. It consumed my thoughts. All I could feel was the man making me feel good.

“Asher,” I cried out, a tingle spreading from my toes to my head. “Oh, yes.”

“That’s it, Meeka. Scream my name. Make me come so fucking hard.”

“I’m …” I shook, my body vibrating.

Pulling me into his arms, he sat back on his haunches. “Ride me. Take what you need from my body, baby. Make yourself feel good.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slammed my hips against his. Riding him with everything in me, I kissed him slow but rough.

He groaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of my rear. “That’s it.”

An unexpected explosion set off inside me. His name left my lips on a scream, my voice cracking.

“Harder, Meeka. Fuck my dick. Hard,” he shouted, slamming into me with so much force, I broke.

Our cries of pleasure mixed as one until we were spent and exhausted. We fell back on the bed, our bodies connected, our hearts racing together.

“Fuck me, Hummingbird. That …” He trembled, kissing me softly on the mouth. “You just ruined me.”

I smiled, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.” I no longer cared. About anything. Not what would happen when we saw Charles. Not what would happen the next day or the day after that. I didn’t care. At all. Asher and I continued lying as one, and that was all I was concerned about. He felt good inside of me. It felt normal. Like we had been doing it for years. It was natural, and I found myself wanting to experience it over and over again.

“You don’t need to thank me.” He released me, disposed of the condom and righted his pants. He helped me fix my dress. “From now on, you are not to wear any panties.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

His eyes darkened. “Because they get in the way.”

I stood from the bed and reached under my dress, pulling the panties down my legs, and tossed them to the side.

Asher watched my movements, his jaw clenching. “You like that.”

“Like what?” I breathed.

“When I tell you what to do. Your eyes dilate. You love it when I boss you around.”

A shiver raced up my spine. “Yes.” There was no point denying it. He knew me well.

“Good.” He stood, pulling me against him. “I love being in control. You will learn that more now.” He kissed me hard on the mouth, cupping my ass. “I will make it so one demand from me and your body melts. Your pussy will be wet with just my words. You will be ready and waiting for me every time I desire it. I will fuck you whenever I need it and return the pleasure in ways you never knew existed.”

I never imagined that Asher would be like that.
Was he like this with every woman? Was it just me? Did I give him what he wanted? What he craved?

“I will help you get out of your head. If you trust me, I will unleash every dark and dirty desire inside of that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Of course I trust you.” But I wasn’t sure just what kind of fantasies he had. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to please me whenever I need it.”

“What else?”

He winked. “Oh, Meeka. There is nothing to worry over. I will return the pleasure more then you could ever know.” His mouth moved down to my ear. “I know there’s a dirty girl inside of you. I will have you begging me to take over your body completely. Every single inch.”

***

(Asher)

Spending the last hour inside of Meeka was not something I was accustomed to. Meeka was perfect and she fit even better wrapped around my cock. Call me an asshole but her tight little pussy would make a fucking priest give up his celibacy.

I enjoyed watching the blush that had spread up her neck, reddening her cheeks into a rosy hue. She would glance my way every so often, and when I caught her looking, she would quickly go back to doing what she was doing. Her hands would flutter nervously as they smoothed down her dress. She squirmed, her body shivering slightly as a cool draft no doubt brushed beneath the fabric. The fact alone that she wasn’t wearing any panties had me almost coming undone. And now that I’d had her? I wasn’t letting her go. I wasn’t one to fall easily, but with Meeka, I craved her gentle touch. Her dark eyes begging me to do all of the nasty things I had planned for her. She was the innocence I had been craving my whole life. She was pure where I was sin. I used women for my pleasure. I wasn’t proud of it, but everything in me said that Meeka would turn me into a better person. She would make me want to be a better man. Could I be that man for her? Ever since our first kiss, I had asked myself that question over and over again.