He grounded against her, holding her in front of him, manipulating and playing her. She moaned. Her pussy throbbed, squeezing down on him. She couldn't stop. Her body rolled tighter. She groaned, pushing against the orgasm, but it was too big, too strong.
Pleasure exploded throughout her. She arched, bucking against Kingsley. He thrust inside of her, riding her orgasm and grunting out his climax.
Electrical shocks pulsed through her as her body released her. She let her head fall between her arms, trying to catch her breath.
Kingsley's fingers loosened on her hips and he caressed the abused skin. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah,"she said but no sound came out. She cleared her throat. "Yes."
He pulled out of her. Unable to support her body, she flopped onto her stomach on the bed and exhaled loudly. He slapped her butt and moved off the bed.
Kingsley returned to the bed and stretched out beside her. She turned her head, needing to see what he was thinking.
He caressed her naked back and murmured, "I'm so fucking sorry."
"No more secrets," she whispered. "No more lies. Even if it hurts, I need to know everything."
Kingsley nodded, leaning over to kiss her. "I'll give you that. No more secrets."
The words hung in the air. It was a fragile bridge they'd built tonight, but a bond they could strengthen with time.
"I'm scared," she whispered. "But I want this. I want us."
He inhaled deeply and rested his forehead on her head. "Me, too," he breathed. "More than anything."
Chapter Nine
Kingsley
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Razz walked out of the clubhouse's office after getting orders to take one of the quads to the other side of the mountain. Kingsley looked at Zane and shook his head. They were wasting a lot of manpower watching Zora.
They had no sign of trouble. Not around the woman or in Gem Haven.
With their dad in prison and the lack of communication, all they could do was follow the order in the letter, which continued to show everyone, especially Zane and Kingsley, that Ridge Stafford still ruled over Gem Haven from behind bars.
"Big John and Smoker left an hour ago to meet two riders from WAKOM Motorcycle Club. They're going to find out what's going on over in Washington. They met with Killere MC last week, so any news will be fresh. That should give us an idea if trouble will head our way." Zane leaned back in the chair. "I need to talk to Dad, but I can't get away for visitation anytime soon."
"I'll go."
Zane frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yep. I want to make sure he gets through to Burt Shay that Kenna and River need to see their dad." He shrugged. "Doubt it will help, but he needs to see you and I are on the same side, and he's going to need to turn us both down."
"Meanwhile, we're still running around, working our asses off for him." Zane pushed out of the chair.
He understood his brother's frustrations. As the oldest son, Zane was responsible for Gem Haven in their dad's absence. Asthe second son, Kingsley was taught to do whatever needed to be done to ensure Gem Haven stayed safe for the club and its members. He and his brother were a united front to everyone.
They loved Gem Haven as much as their dad.
"It's good that you'll visit him. Maybe you can find out why we're wasting manpower watching over some woman who wants to be left alone," said Zane.
"Yeah." He walked to the window and looked down the hill.
He studied the outside of the bar. A group of tourists congregated in front of the entrance. As he watched, they moved to the door and went inside. Their decision to open the bar to the campers had turned profitable over the last several years.
It was an idea they'd come up with to bring more money to the club and one their dad refused to do when he was here, thinking it would bring added danger to Gem Haven. But times were different now. They needed a legal cover to hide other activities that would land them in a cell beside their dad.