Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2)

  Fisting her thick hair in my hand, I pulled her head back. It gave me better access to her mouth and while I swallowed her moans, I grazed my free hand down her side. Her sexy as sin curves made me harder. My cock threatened to explode in my pants if I didn’t get inside her soon.

  “Please,” she muttered against my mouth.

  I broke the kiss, mentally counting to ten before I spoke again. The woman was going to be the death of my dick. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  Meeka inhaled a sharp breath, her rosy cheeks reddening even more.

  Someone was being shy. Well, she wouldn’t be once I got through with her.

  “No answer?” I grabbed her hand. “Fine, I’ll show you.” And placed it on the erection I sported in my pants.

  Her eyes widened, her mouth forming an O.

  That got her attention. “Do you feel—”

  I was never expecting her hand to grip, to squeeze until a shiver shot straight up my back.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, leaning my forehead against hers.

  “Do I feel how hard you are?” she whispered, rubbing me over my pants. “Yes, I do. I can feel you growing under my touch.”

  My breath came out in short gasps. I always found hand jobs boring, but with Meeka … Fuck me, she could rub one out anytime and I would beg at her feet like a fucking dog.

  “Asher,” she breathed, reaching into my pants with her other hand.

  When her fingers came into contact with my dick, I jumped, letting out a hiss.

  Whatever took over Meeka’s actions, I wasn’t sure. “Meeka, what … I thought … Fuck.”

  “I wanted to touch you.” She chewed her bottom lip, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The innocence, the timid shy girl staring up at me, begged for me to take over. To bring her to that precipice of pleasure she knew I could give her. But right then, I just wanted her to pull the desire from me. No fucking. No kissing. Just her hands.

  “You feel … Your hands …” I stammered. I actually fucking stammered. This woman did that to me. She made me feel like a fucking virgin all over again who had no idea what the hell he was doing. My balls tightened. Her hands sped up. I was going to blow, and I didn’t care that it had only been a couple of minutes. I knew without a doubt that it would be the best orgasm I ever had, and for that, I would never be ashamed to come so fast.

  Not realizing I had closed my eyes, my gaze zeroed in on the face that was tugging the ecstasy straight from my body.

  A moment of hesitation fluttered in the depths of her stare. She kept working my cock but something switched.

  I grabbed her hands, pulling them free from my pants.

  “What are you doing?” Meeka reached for my waist, but I stopped her.

  “No.” I would regret it. “I’m not having you give me a hand job because you feel like you have to.”

  “I don’t …” She sighed.

  “As much as I know I would enjoy it, I would rather have blue balls then make you feel fucking uncomfortable.” I pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Why did you touch me when you have only pushed me away this whole time?”

  “I thought …” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m not used to this.”

  “What?”

  “This thing between us. Even with the other guys I’ve been with, this—” she waved a hand in front of her “—never happened.”

  My chest tightened. Ignoring the flutter of jealousy, I took a breath. “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve always thought you were hot.” Meeka blushed. “But I never allowed myself be attracted to you because I knew we were friends. But when you kissed me, everything seemed to shift.”

  I knew exactly how she felt but whatever was changing was still new. Settling down went against everything I believed in. I didn’t deserve to be happy.

  “I just don’t want whatever happens to ruin our friendship,” she continued, grazing her fingers down my stomach. “I know how you are.”

  What could I say? I had a history. A reputation of sorts. Was I proud of it? No. But having a shitty start to my life, I relied on the only thing that made me feel good. Sex. And lots of it.

  “I don’t need my lifestyle brought up,” I said, a little more harshly then I had intended. Although I lived the life, I didn’t want to be reminded of it daily. I was an asshole, and I treated the women I had been with like shit but they never said no. They begged for it. Consent was key in everything I did and with everyone I had been with.

  Meeka’s back stiffened.

  Way to ruin the mood, Asher. I was such a fuckwit.

  “Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded.

  And we’re back to that again. I sighed. “You already know what’s going on.”

  “Not completely.”

  “After we found Violet, even though Angel was pissed, he wanted me to continue looking. To do that, I had to get inside Charles Brian’s home.” If it was even his home. Who the hell knew anymore? All I knew was that there was a main hub we had to get into. If we could get there, we would find the ring leader, the Master, the darkness that started the whole operation. But no matter what we did, Vice-One could not find out any information about this person. From what we knew, the local police service and the FBI had a difficult time as well. But we all knew the Feds would keep their shit to themselves.

  “So you got in and now he wants to meet with us both,” Meeka stated.

  It wasn’t a question but I nodded anyway. My stomach twisted over the fact I had forced it on her.

  “Fine.” She pushed away from the wall, forcing me to take a step back. “Train me.”

  “We have less than two days,” I told her.

  “So? Train me as much as you can. After we meet with him, you can train me some more.” Her mouth set in a firm line, her hands on her hips, and she was ready for business.

  But I wasn’t. I didn’t want to train her. Not for Charles. Not for anyone else. For me? Fucking right I did. And I would. But I would have to get my cock out of the game and think clearly. Our lives and the lives of these girls depended on it.

  Taking a breath, I crossed my arms under my chest and pulled the Dominant side from deep within. “Charles will want to make sure you can submit. You don’t speak. You don’t move. You don’t do anything unless otherwise directed. You don’t even ask why. And if it’s something you don’t like or want to do, you do it anyway.”

  I paused, expecting Meeka to argue. Instead, her gaze locked with mine. That was when she meant business. She had been undercover before when the FBI recruited her because of her size. She was small, tiny in comparison to the average woman. But her size meant nothing when it came to her strength.

  She lifted an eyebrow, waiting.

  Clearing my throat, I continued, “Forget everything you’ve learned while being undercover before. These men are nothing like what you’ve seen. They treat women, little girls, like the piece of shit on the bottom of their shoe. They have no problems hitting, cutting, slicing your mere soul into tiny pieces.” I didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to know exactly who we were dealing with. On the other hand, even I wasn’t sure how far they would go to get what they wanted. “They will expect you to do as I say.”

  “What if I don’t? What happens if I don’t follow the rules?”

  “Do you want to make this any more difficult than it has to be, Meeka?” She opened her mouth to speak but I only continued on my tirade. I could feel the anger bubbling up from my stomach, threatening to explode out of every single pore. “Do not underestimate these men. They have no fucking problems removing you from the situation if they don’t like what they’re getting out of you. I’m only one person. I can’t take all of them on. I can’t protect you against a dozen men.” It could have been more but I only counted twelve on the way into Charles’ place. If they were anything like my brother, Coby, the others would have been hiding.

  “Are you trying to scare me?” Meeka’s voice wavered. “Please t
ell me that.”

  “I wish I could.” I stood a foot away from her, careful to keep my distance for fear of losing every inkling of control I had left. “I wish I could say that the females taken are treated well. Yes, they were clean when I saw them, but that was only after they broke.”

  “What happened before they broke?”

  “You … uh …”

  “Just tell me. You know I’ve seen shit. I need to know.”

  “I walked through a room filled with death before getting to the holding area. The ones who behaved would have to see the brutal horror every time they were taken from their cages. It reminded them to do as they were told.” Memories of that room resurfaced, poking at my brain until it was all I could see.

  “Oh, God.” Meeka shook her head. “I can’t.”

  That snapped me out of my nightmare. “Yes, you can. You have to.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Charles saw you. We’ve been over it. If you don’t come with me, he’ll have his men hunt you down. You won’t have to worry about impressing your sisters because they would never see you again.”

  The color drained from Meeka’s face, her breath coming out in short gasps of air.

  Moving quick, I helped her to a sitting position before she passed out and hurt herself.

  I never meant to scare her. I didn’t want to put that fear into her. But I needed to remind her what those men could do if she didn’t do as I said. She needed to know. She needed to understand that it wasn’t a game. It wouldn’t be like the other undercover jobs she had been on. No. It would be worse. These bastards treated women as the lesser sex. They had no value in life. They were born to please a man and that was it. It was vile and corrupt, disgusting and cruel. I was guilty of using women in the past, but I would never take from a woman what she didn’t offer.

  “Asher,” Meeka’s shaky voice pulled me from my thoughts.

  “Shh.” I rubbed her back. “Breathe, Hummingbird.”

  “How am I going to succeed? What if I screw up?” She glanced up at me, her eyes rimming over with tears. “I’m not strong enough.”

  “Fuck that,” I snapped. “You are strong.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  My back stiffened, a hot tingle piercing my chest. Pinching her chin, I forced her to look at me. “Do not roll your eyes at me.” I didn’t want to be mean but I needed to show her that without her, I wouldn’t be where I was today. I wouldn’t be…free. “You need to understand something. You are strong. You helped me at the hardest time of my life. I would go to war and back if I didn’t have to relive my fucking nightmare every damn night. You saved me from my step-father.” I didn’t want to drudge up the past because I knew it would ruin me later but Meeka needed to hear these words. I also needed to thank her but I couldn’t form the proper sentence so instead, I sat there like a dumbass. I had never been good with words, and the silence that wore on proved how much I hated talking.

  “I didn’t do anything.” She sniffed. “I’m not that strong.”

  I wasn’t going to argue because at that moment, I had no idea what else to say.

  “But I will do this for you. For those who couldn’t. For Jay and her sister.” Something flashed behind her eyes.

  Jay had been taken months before by Eric Vega, our fucking boss. The bastard didn’t own up to his mistakes and blew his head off instead. Because of that, Vice-One had never been the same. Jay became a recluse and moved in with Angel while Violet stayed at her old apartment. I could go on and on but this shit needed to get fixed. I had a feeling that it would take some time for all of it to get resolved.

  “We will do this together,” I said. “Side by side.”

  “What if something happens? What if—”

  I shut her up with a kiss. I needed to think fast before she lost it and had a full-on panic attack. The touch was gentle. Although I liked it rough, I had to show Meeka that there were many different sides to me. Why I felt that way, I couldn’t quite figure out. Instead, I allowed my lips to graze hers in a plea of acceptance.

  When Meeka sighed into my mouth, all bets were off. Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened. Sounds stirred. My cock hardened. God, she was delicious, and it took everything in me not to throw her back onto the mat and taste the rest of her body.

  ***

  (Meeka)

  The kiss was sweet, but it wasn’t what I wanted. At first, I embraced it, kissing Asher back gently. But I needed more. With my arms around his thick neck, I moved myself into his lap. The hard length in his pants pushed against my inner thigh, giving me the courage to take control. To show him what I craved and needed.

  Asher groaned, his hands slipping to my rear. His fingers massaged and kneaded, digging into my flesh. When our hips came into contact, I gasped.

  “Fuck, Meeka,” he said roughly.

  “I-I want …” I didn’t even know what I wanted but I knew I needed something more. Something more than just a kiss. A touch here. A touch there. I wanted to feel his passionate wrath. If he fucked like he kissed, I wanted to experience all of it. Every side of him. Every inch. Every hard muscle as he took me to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.

  “What do you want, baby?” He cupped my nape, pulling my head back.

  “I …” I licked my lips, taking deep breaths. “I want you.”

  “Fucking a.” His mouth crashed to mine. Lifting me in his strong arms, he carried me to the living room and placed me on the couch.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted my hips. Hinting, showing, letting him know that I needed him in ways I knew only he could provide. Never in my life had I experienced that kind of wanting need for another human being. I wasn’t even sure it existed until then. But with Asher’s big body between my legs, his demanding mouth on mine, I couldn’t do anything but give in.

  My hands trailed down his back, fisting his shirt, and I lifted it over his head.

  Asher broke the kiss, throwing the offensive fabric on the floor. His eyes were dark. Hungry. They burned into my skin, making my body ache even more.

  With trembling fingers, I unzipped my hoodie, revealing a white lace bra.

  His tongue peeked out, licking over his bottom lip. He watched me undress for him, giving me the control for just a moment.

  I shimmied out of the hoodie and threw it behind me.

  Our gazes locked. Our breathing became ragged. Our friendship would finally take a different path. Already I had touched him. His length. How hard he could become for me. It was a brave moment. When he accused me of giving him a hand job because I felt I had to, I realized he had been right. I thought it would make sense. But now, I was doing it because I wanted to.

  Asher grazed the back of his knuckles down the center of my chest before unclasping my bra with a flick of his wrist.

  My nipples hardened in the cool air, sharpening to peaks.

  He pushed the straps off my shoulders, letting his fingers brush over my pale skin.

  Watching him look at me was fascinating. He stared with those bright blue eyes of his, burning a hole straight to the center of my being.

  I wanted the next couple of moments to be fast and hard but I couldn’t get over how his eyes followed the movements of his hands. His fingers trailed down my sides, forcing my skin to erupt in tiny bumps.

  Arching beneath him, I felt the need to show him that I was into it just as much as he was. “Kiss me,” I panted.

  A small smirk spread on his face. Lowering his head, his mouth closed around a budding nipple. The growl that left his chest rumbled through my body.

  I moaned, curling my fingers in his hair.

  “So fucking sweet,” he mumbled against my skin.

  “Please,” I begged. I actually begged. It wasn’t something I did. Not that I had much experience with guys making me wanton with need. Never in my life would I imagine lying there with him. Oh, God. My stomach tightened.

  “Hey, Hummingbird,” Asher brushed a
finger down the length of my jaw. “We can stop.”

  “No.” I grabbed his face and kissed him. Hard. Screw slow. I wanted him now. I wanted him fast. I needed him … rough.

  Asher growled. He actually growled. I didn’t even know men could do that in real life.

  “Get out of your head, Meeka,” he demanded, pushing his hips into mine. “If you want me, prove it.”

  Holy balls on a cracker. What was I getting myself into?

  HE GROANED. His body was hard. He kissed me like I was the only thing he needed. I made him feel good. Me. Meeka Cline. A small town girl with big dreams. When he told me to prove how much I wanted him, I pushed him back and quickly took off my pants. As I was rising back up, he took hold of me backing us up until we hit the couch. I straddled him, gasping at the feel of his length rubbing at my core.

  “Fuck, baby.” His hand gripped my ass, moving me in a back and forth motion over his clothed erection.

  I whimpered, a spark of desire exploding through me.

  “Show me what you want.”

  Sliding my body up and down his pelvis, his cock brushed over my clit at the perfect spot. “Oh.” I shivered, my hips circling against him.

  “That’s it,” he coaxed, helping me ride out the waves of pleasure.

  I jumped when his arm reached around my body and his fingers came into contact with my soaked panties.

  “Soaked for me, Hummingbird?” Sliding a finger beneath the fabric, his knuckle brushed over my pussy.