Page 7 of King

Blaze’s gut had rarely, if ever, been wrong. We’d known each other since we were punk kids doing stupid shit out on the streets of Riverstone. I’d been in the system since I was three, and Blaze had a shitty home situation.

Pierce had seen something in us both. He taught us how to ride and encouraged us to clean up our acts and get an education. He’d told us that the Hounds of Hellfire would be our family if that was what we wanted.

He’d been right. Whoever said blood was thicker than water had no clue what it meant to be in an MC. It was a brotherhood,and we were loyal to the club and to each other in a way that shared DNA could never compete with.

“And she asked for Connor Kingsley, not King,” my VP tossed out.

“Fine,” I seethed. “Waste of my fucking time.”

“We’ll see,” Blaze mumbled.

He walked out the door, then returned a minute later, leading a young woman with long, honey-blond curls floating around her. I was astonished when my fingers itched to run through the silky-looking strands.

“Stella Ford,” Blaze introduced her. “This is the president of the Hounds of Hellfire Motorcycle Club.”

“Connor Kingsley?” she asked. Her voice was smooth and husky at the same time, and it sent a little shiver down my spine.What the fuck?

She looked directly at me, and when my eyes locked with her brown eyes, my dick twitched. Before I could think better of it, I scanned her from head to toe. Her tan skin looked natural rather than colored by the sun. Her dark eyes were rimmed with even darker lashes, her cheeks were high and plump, and her mouth…the full, plush lips would make a pornstar jealous.

She was petite but with mouthwatering curves. Big tits, round and wide hips—made for breeding—shapely legs that would feel amazing wrapped around me and?—

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

Did I just think about knocking her up? My cock swelled, and I scowled, pissed as hell by my reaction to this girl. I didn’t have time for this bullshit. Or the fury building inside me because of how close Blaze stood to her.

“Get the fuck out,” I commanded.

Stella frowned and turned as if to leave.

“Everyone but you,” I grunted, pointing at her.

She glanced around at my brothers as they stood, her body coiled with unspent energy, but her expression was blank.

The boys filed out of the office, throwing curious glances her way.

Blaze was the last to move toward the door, but he stopped and turned around when I said his name.

I’d noticed the lack of wetness on Stella’s cheeks and guessed that she’d played the boys. Naturally, I was gonna give him shit over it, especially after forcing me to meet with her. “Those tears of hers are really heartbreaking.”

Blaze glanced at Stella, and his lips pressed together irritably. “They dried up real fucking fast when I brought her through the gate.”

As pissed as I was about the situation, I wanted to laugh. I’d never seen him look so conflicted, torn between her clear manipulation and his instincts.

She shrugged. “A girl’s gotta use the tools in her arsenal to get things done.”

He was obviously furious over his predicament, and a chuckle slipped out.

He glared at me, and I smirked, then jerked my chin up, silently ordering him to leave.

My gaze was drawn back to the beauty standing before me. Damn, she would look amazing on the back of my motorcycle…or riding me while I sat on it. I shook my head, trying to dispel the erotic images.

My mind wasn’t focused, so I didn’t notice Cerberus move until he was right in front of her. Worried that he would scare the fuck out of Stella, I opened my mouth to give him a command, but it got stuck in my throat. I was dumbstruck when he plopped his butt on the ground, wagging his tail and nudging her hand with his nose.

“Hi, cutie,” Stella whispered, bending down to rub his head and scratch behind his ears. He practically preened and made a low sound of appreciation that was nothing like the aggressive growl he used with my brothers when he wanted their affection.

Another “what the fuck” seemed appropriate, but having asked myself that so many times in the past two minutes, I tried to think of another phrase that would convey the same thing.

But all I could come up with was, “What the fuck?”

---