Big KingI'm not entirely sure how the 'ell any of this is goin' to work. She seems pleased as 'ell that we both want her. She grinds against me harder, and I let her.I relish in the feel of her body above mine, movin' and tauntin' me. Each movement she makes pushes me closer to fuckin' her 'ere, which is wrong. As I stand, she anchors herself around my waist, and my mouth doesn't leave hers as I walk through the club.She pushes my jacket down, and it falls to the floor. Usually, that shit wouldn't happen. It never goes on the fuckin' floor, but right now, I don't give a shit.I continue walkin' to my room, leaving my jacket on the floor behind me. As I step into the room, she pulls my top over my head and throws it.Closing the door, I work to remove her dress. My fingers feelin' along her body as I do. She's going to hate me, but there ain't no way I'm fuckin' her yet.Dropping her on the bed, I grip her lace panties and pull them down. Her hands grasp at me and try to pull me to
Big KingMy head falls back. "What the fuck have I done?" He's my best fuckin' friend, and I just did that with his daughter."Given in to a woman ya like, Joker will be fine with it, Big King, but it should come from you and not some random in prison." Ink looks at me, and I can't argue with that."Nothing's gonna happen," I give up; skin can have her. I don't want to hurt Joker, and he's lost his life because of me.King sits down, "Why the fuck are ya feelin' guilty?" He laughs slightly and Caleb joins us."She used to call me fuckin' uncle." How did I forget that? How did I forget the sweet little girl, in pigtails, that would chase after me screamin' 'Uncle King' and askin' to go on the bike?"And now she calls you daddy, apparently," King laughs, and I groan. "We all heard it, shocked Skin as well. He gave up, went to bed, and admitted defeat for tonight.""She's right. Skin's the better option and less complicated. Joker won't give a shit if he's fuckin' her."The shower was li
RobynI woke up too early, and the entire club was silent as I walked into the bar area to get a drink. I see Queenie sitting alone with a coffee, and I smile at her."It's quiet," I whisper, and she laughs."Always is this early on weekends.""Why are you up?" I assumed she would still be in bed with King."Stayed at my place last night. King joined me but came back here sometime around five after getting a call. I woke and figured I would come early and get started on food for the guys.""Do you always cook?" It sounds like she does."No, everyone around here cooks, but if I want edible food, I cook," she laughs, and I join in."So, you and Big King?" She smirks, and I nod."I saw he felt guilty for what happened to my dad, and I wanted to take his mind off it. It's weird; he makes me feel safe just by being with me."She nods and grabs herself another coffee. "What about Skin?"I shrug slightly. "I'm not sure. It's weird, as I like them both. They are entirely different, though, or
Robyn POVHis teeth bite against my lip, and his phone beeps. He groans and glances at it before throwing it to the side. Bringing his attention back to me, his hands slide up my legs, pushing my dress up. My fingers thread through his hair as he unfastens his trousers.He works quickly to remove both our clothes until I'm naked beneath him. My leg wraps around him, and he moves, pushing his cock into me. My head falls back in pleasure as he settles deep inside of me.Kissing my neck, he bites lightly. His hips roll, and I move against him. His phone beeps again, and he groans."This needs to be quick; I'm late." His words are whispered, and his lips capture mine. I nod, accepting that. His hips begin moving faster, and pleasure builds within me. He groans as we work together.Pleasure begins to bubble in my stomach, and I grasp him harder; his hips grind against me, and I cry out, ready for the orgasm to hit when he groans and stops. No! I go to complain, and his phone beeps."I gott
Big KingI walked away from Queenie and went to the garage. Checkin' through the bikes, I sigh when I see one still with the wheel off. Takin' out the phone, I messaged Skin.Yeah, he's with Robyn, but I'm sure he can work his shit out and still get his job done on time. Sittin' back, I wait, and he doesn't reply, so I message again, tellin' him it needs sortin' now.I may have said we let her choose and go with it, but if I can use work as a reason to pull him away, I will. Walkin' through, I messaged again, and this time, he replied sayin' he understood.To be fair, I wouldn't have had anythin' to message him over had he finished the bike like he was meant to. It gets collected today. Sittin' on the bed, I message the guy I have inside again, trying to find a way to get Robyn a visit.It would have been easier if we hadn't just seen him. The door opens, and I watch Robyn walk in. She's showered, and I admit I'm fuckin' jealous he touched her. I can see by her face though he stopped,
Big KingRight now, Robyn, Queenie and Maz are targets. Sure, Don has no one on his side, but that doesn't mean he won't make a move when they leave."Well, church will be without King as he's clearly fuckin' Queenie." Doc laughs, and I know he's right."Let's get started without him. Work out some ideas and shit for findin' him." I stand and walk through; everyone joins me, and I wait for someone to give me some ideas.Everyone throws ideas at me to find Don, but they won't work. The door opens, and King walks in. He sits and listens to the suggestions."We set a trap."King's words have me looking at him. Is that a fuckin' joke?"Was speakin' to Queenie, she suggested it to me. Use her and set a trap." His jaw clenches. He disagrees."No, we're not usin' her to trap him," I watch him relax at my words. "Why the fuck would ya suggest it if ya not comfortable with it?" I laugh slightly."Cause she was going to. If I didn't, she was gonna come to ya with the idea."She's crazy even to
RobynShopping with the ladies was exactly what I needed. It gave me a chance to speak to Queenie about what happened that morning with Skin.I've got a feeling it was Big King who was messaging him. Still, that doesn't answer for Skin just fucking me to make himself feel good and walking out.I wanted to defend him to Queenie, which I tried by saying maybe he hadn't realised I never orgasmed or got close to it, but she laughed and looked at me like I was crazy.Then, I explained what happened with Big King, and she found humour in that. The fact that Big King noticed, though, makes me feel awkward. He knew something had begun between me and Skin and stopped before I orgasmed."Come on, there must be something." Honey, Queenie, and Rose look at me, waiting for an answer. Their question is easy to answer but also not."I'm not sure. With Big King, a simple look, and he can have me wet and wanting to beg. Skin is sweet, though.""Okay, so you're debating over the sweet guy, who has a bi
Robyn POVHis hand strokes up my leg, and his fingers begin to tease me. His arm wraps around one of my legs, lifting it before his fingers push inside me. I moan, and his mouth starts to tease my neck. My head falls to the side, giving him more room, and his fingers move so fucking perfectly.The pleasure begins to build within me, and I grasp him, ready for the orgasm when he changes the rhythm, and it stops the orgasm. Biting my lip, I wait and feel it building again; as it gets closer, I whimper and plead with him, pulling him closer; as I do, his fingers change the speed and rhythm again.I'm not sure if he's doing it on purpose, but I feel like screaming at him. The movement of his fingers again pushes me to the edge, and I'm so sure it's going to happen that I almost scream when his fingers speed up but stop hitting that spot.My head falls to his shoulder, and I give up. I honestly give up. I don't have the heart to tell him that he keeps changing movements at the moment I'm a
Caleb’s POVThe roar of the bikes fills the air as we pull up to the clubhouse. It’s been months since the twins were born, and life hasn’t slowed down for a second. I park my bike and glance over at King, who’s smirking like he’s already a step ahead of me. He probably is. He’s been in a good place lately—focused, lighter even. It’s strange to see after everything, but I can’t complain. He’s my brother, and for the first time in years, it feels like we’re truly in sync.The twins have turned our world upside down in the best way. Queenie’s been handling everything like a pro, balancing the chaos of our family with the chaos of club life. Baby Caleb is toddling around like he owns the place, and the twins, Ruby and Daisy, are always keeping us on our toes. Life is full, and though it’s overwhelming sometimes, it’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.I step off my bike and stretch. King does the same, then glances at me with a grin. “Ready for today?”“Yeah,” I reply, though my voice fe
King’s POVIt’s been two months since we found out Queenie was having girls—twins. Two months of chaos, laughter, and a whole lot of learnin'. Sittin' on the clubhouse steps with a cup of coffee in my hand, I let my thoughts drift. Life feels different now. Better, maybe. Calmer. Though “calm” isn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe this club or my family.I’ve been spendin' more time with Kian. It’s something I should’ve done years ago but never did. I was too wrapped up in myself, in the club, in provin' I was the best choice for Prez. Kian was always just the kid in the background. Now, I see him for who he is—a sharp, thoughtful kid with a wicked sense of humor. He’s not a biker, not in the traditional sense, but he’s found his place here. He’s good with numbers, helping with the financial side of things, and he’s got this way of readin' people that reminds me of his mom.He’s been givin' me shit lately, though. “Finally realized I exist, huh?” he joked a few weeks ago when I i
Queenie’s POVSix months. It feels like a lifetime ago and yet just yesterday that everything changed. Lying here waiting for the woman to do the scan, I watch King and Caleb as they stand together. The sight makes my heart swell in a way I never thought possible. They’re so in sync now, their bond stronger than it’s ever been, and it’s a relief to see the tension that once lingered between them completely gone.King laughs at something Caleb says, and it’s such a genuine, carefree sound that I find myself smiling too. I still can’t believe how far he’s come. The darkness that used to grip him so tightly seems to have loosened its hold. It’s not gone entirely—I doubt it ever will be—but it’s no longer the thing that defines him. He’s lighter now, freer, and seeing him like this makes me love him even more.We’ve been staying at the club more than the cabin these past few months, something I never thought I’d be okay with. When King first suggested splitting our time between here and t
CalebShe’s a menace. A complete and utter menace. But God help me, I can’t resist her, not when she’s looking at me like that. The way she bites her lip and presses against me, whispering my name like it’s a plea and a command all at once—I’m a goner.Her lips are on mine, hot and demanding, and my hands move instinctively, sliding over her to feel the warmth of her skin. She’s soft, all curves and fire, and I’m reminded just how good it feels to have her like this. Like she’s mine. Like there’s no one else in the world.“Queenie,” I murmur against her mouth, trying to find some semblance of control. My hands tighten on her waist, holding her still as she grinds against me, her body determined to undo whatever resolve I have left. “We’re going to be late for everything, you know that, right?”Her laugh is breathless, filled with mischief. “Worth it,” she says again, her voice low and teasing, and it’s all the encouragement I need.Flipping her onto her back, I pin her beneath me, my
Queenie POVI wake up wedged between Caleb and King, feeling the weight of yesterday pressing on my chest. My mind replays everything in vivid detail, questioning every moment. If I hadn’t fought, would Delcote have still searched me? Or was it all just a punishment for not complying? He left me with my phone, almost as if he wanted me to panic.Then there’s the question of whether kicking his seat and enraging him had been a smart move. Sure, it made him stop, and that gave them the chance to find me—but did I escalate things? My thoughts spiral until I glance over to Caleb Jr.’s crib and notice it’s empty. My heart skips a beat as I sit up in a panic.“Rose and Maz have 'im,” King mutters groggily beside me. His voice is thick with sleep, and he doesn’t even open his eyes. “He woke up around half six, wanted to play, so they took him.”Relief washes over me as I let out a long breath and flop back down beside him.“How are ya feeling?” he asks quietly, turning his head to look at me
King’s POVAs we leave the hospital, the nurse hands me a printout of the ultrasound. The blurry black-and-white image of two tiny figures takes my breath away. Twins. I stare at it for a moment, the reality sinkin' in. This wasn’t how I imagined gettin' 'er checked would go, but here we are. Sliding the picture into my jacket pocket, I pull out my phone and shoot a quick message to Rose, askin' 'er to grab the portable crib and a bag of essentials from the cabin. “We’re stayin' at the club tonight,” I explain to Caleb and Queenie, who both nod in agreement.The ride back feels heavier, quieter, as if we’re all lost in our thoughts. Queenie holds onto Caleb, her grip tighter than usual, while I keep glancin' over to make sure she’s okay. The wind whips around us, but the silence between us speaks louder than anything.When we finally arrive at the club, the warm light spillin' from the windows feels oddly comfortin'. The moment we walk through the doors, Queenie makes a beeline for ba
Caleb’s POVAs we step out of the club, Honey’s voice cuts through the cool night air. “Why is Delcote back in town?” she asks, her casual tone sharp against the tension bubbling inside me. She leans casually against her car, her eyes narrowing as she looks at us. “I saw his car near the college earlier today.”Her words feel like a punch to the gut. I stop dead in my tracks, turning to meet King’s gaze. His expression mirrors mine—panic mixed with raw anger. His fists clench at his sides as his jaw tightens.“What did ya just say?” King growls, his voice low and dangerous.Honey raises an eyebrow, sensing the change in the air. “I saw his car near the campus,” she repeats slowly, looking between us. “What’s going on?”Before either of us can answer, Dad stops behind us, his voice booming as he barks orders. “Rose! Maz!” he calls out and I see them coming to the door. “Keep the baby with you. Don’t leave the club for anythin'. Got it?”Rose’s arms tighten around baby Caleb instinctive
Queenie’s POVThe end of the workday couldn’t come fast enough. I step outside, shivering as the cool air nips at my skin. My eyes scan the parking lot, but there’s no sign of King’s bike or Caleb’s. My brows furrow in confusion. They said they’d pick me up—didn’t they?I wait a few minutes, pacing slightly, trying to keep warm. Pulling out my phone, I dial Caleb first. No answer. I try King next, but it goes straight to voicemail. A frustrated sigh escapes me, and I glance up and down the street. No way am I waiting. I begin walking, deciding it will be quicker than waiting if they have totally forgotten me.The walk home feels longer than it should. My feet ache from a long shift, and the chill in the air creeps through my jacket. I forgot my purse at home this morning, so no money for a taxi or bus. Just me and the quiet streets.The faint sound of an engine behind me draws my attention. I glance back, squinting under the dim glow of a streetlamp. A patrol car slows, rolling up bes
King POV“I don’t want it,” Caleb mutters after a beat, his voice low but firm. Everyone stares at him, stunned. “I didn’t bring up that shit to get a shot at taking over. Right now, I don’t want it. I don’t want to be stuck here constantly, not when Queenie…” He trails off, realizin' he’s said too much.“Not when Queenie what?” Ink’s sharp tone cuts through the tension like a knife.Caleb sighs heavily, his hands runnin' through his hair. “Not when things are finally settlin' down. I don’t want to be tied 'ere and have 'er back at the cabin, never seein' each other.”Dad’s expression hardens. “Then why the fuck bring it up if ya didn’t want to take over?”I groan, hatin' the way this is spiraling. “He didn’t bring it up to take over,” I snap, tryin' to shield Caleb from the risin' tension. “He told Queenie, and Queenie told me. I asked him about it—he wasn’t plannin' on makin' it public.”My dad glares at both of us, frustration clear.Before he can argue I talk again. “Even if he di