Page 18 of King
“She’s been at it for at least an hour,” Snake says with a smirk on his face, his large, tattooed arms crossed over his chest.
Like everyone else, he gazes out the huge panes of glass that gave a view to the back patio. My brows dip in confusion. I’ve never seen them act like this around the club whores before even when they’re walking around butt-ass naked. Daisy, his Old Lady, usually kept all his attention.
What the hell is going on?
“Who is she and what in the fuck is she doing?”?” I ask exasperated, pinching the bridge of my nose. I have too much going on to be dealing with this shit.
“Take a look for yourself, Prez. It’s a fucking sight to behold I can tell you that much. I don’t know how in the hell she can turn her body like that.” He tilts his head to the side. “Fucking magnificent. If Daisy could do some shit like that, I’d be in heaven. You think she can teach her?”
Snake shakes his head, with the biggest smile on his face I’ve ever seen before. I can see the wheels turning in his mind. He then steps aside to let me through. I still have to push my way to the front of the crowd of idiots who are acting like they’re at a strip club or at a frat party. Then I see what all the fuss is about. My heart slams inside my chest and all my blood sinks to my cock when I see what has all the brother’s attention when I reach the windows. Not only is Snake correct, it is fucking magnificent, but I want to fuck every one of them up. Gouge all their eyes out and shoved them down their throats so they can choke on them.
Some of the boys are making lude gestures as she obliviously switches from one pose to the next showing her flexibility while others have their tongues hanging out of their mouths like damn dogs. The club whores look like they can eat shit or lost their damn puppies because all the guys’ attention isn’t on them for once which is something they aren’t used to.
Goddamn this woman! She’s going to make me kill one of these motherfuckers.
She’s unaware of the crowd gathered to ogle all her wonderful body. And I really couldn’t blame them. She’s outside on the patio, the same place I found her in the early morning hours working although she never told me what kind of work she does. The sun is shining around her like a damn halo, she has headphones stuck in her ears, and her plump ass is in the air covered by the tiniest white shorts I’ve ever seen on anyone. They absolutely did a banging ass job of highlighting her beautiful deep brown skin, wide hips, and nice rounded ass as they cling to her shapely figure. She looks like she’s in absolute heaven, but I’m in absolute hell.
“Motherfucker,” I mumble to myself.
It pisses me off the brothers are looking at her like they want to fuck her, but I can’t really blame them, can I? Although she’s absolutely stunning, she’s not mine to be possessive over. And I have to admit they aren’t the only ones wanting to fuck her.
Forgetting about all the men gathered around, I step through the French doors leading to the patio. My anger and lust surges but my steps falter.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ
She’s still bent over at the waist with her bare feet slightly apart, her palms flat on the grass, and her glorious ass in the air. Her tits are pushed together in a tight sports bra. She looks even more amazing up close.
She’s not a small woman, at least five foot nine maybe ten, with toned arms, thick thighs, and a slim waist that flares into broad hips. But it’s a body I don’t want anyone else drooling over especially these horny bastards, who she’s spent enough time giving all her attention to.
Despite the hard on I’m sporting and me being a complete ass for staring at her like everyone else, I stalk toward her when I remember the brothers are still drooling over her through the windows. When I reach her, I stand behind her, then grip her by the hips. I love this fucking position. I’d love it even more if I was fucking her. All I would have to do is slam into her to the hilt, my nuts hitting her ass.
She jumps, then stands straight up, yanking the earbuds out of her ear. The sweet smell of her shampoo, mixed with sweat is so fucking intoxicating. So, intoxicating in fact, I have to fight the urge not to sniff her glistening skin and lick the salty wetness from her body. She tries to turn around, but I keep her in place, her back against my chest.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Alana?”
My voice dips, thick and unsteady. This is the first time in weeks I’ve spoken one word to her. Weeks since I’ve been anywhere near her, and it’s felt like I’ve been going through damn withdrawals the entire time I’ve kept my distance. She’s just one of those women you want to be around. She gets into your blood. Under your skin. And I haven’t even fucked her.
Yet.
“King!” She tries to turn around again, but I keep her facing away from me, her body pressed against mine. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? King! Let me go.”
Although her words hold an edge to them, her body leans into mine. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it. Her plush ass is brushing against my cock which is hardening by the minute. It takes everything in me not to grip her by the neck from behind and grind my shit against her body.
“Dylan,” I whisper, my breath brushing against the shell of her ear.
She shivers.
“Wait… what?”
“I told you to call me Dylan. Not King.”
She smacks her lips.
“Let me the hell go, Dylan.”
“It pleases me to hear my name off your lips, sweetheart. Do you know that?”
It really does. I love it, but it’s not enough to erase all this jealousy swirling inside me.
