Warlords MC – The Complete Series
Warlords MC: Book 2 – King (Tremaine) : Chapter 9

King laughed. “But don’t worry. That time is not now.” He gave her a wink.

“Oh?” she asked

King couldn’t believe this feeling he had for her made him frustrated or angry before now. He’d never had a problem like Magdalena before. He always handled women well, and no, he never told them all that nonsense. What time he did spend with them, he always made sure they went away satisfied.

“First off, I think—?”she faltered.

He lifted the juice glass to her hand.

Grabbing it, she took a gulp as if it were whiskey and might give her courage. She swallowed then took the plunge, “Truth be told? I’m no good at talking to men—who turn me on either.”

He leaned forward with interest. Finally, she was admitting it. This was a damn good start. Then nudged her soup cup and grabbed the juice glass from her hand. He needed to get her color back into her face. While he had been the one to open up this line of talking, he was still concerned. She’d taken a bad fall and that asshole had knocked her head badly. He wanted to kill the man all over again.

She raised the cup and took a good swallow of broth to try and finish it off. Then wiped her mouth with the napkin. “The reason for that is—I’ve never—Well, been attracted or turned on by a man before.” She looked directly into his eyes. “I’m not a girl, you know? Who’s never done it. I’m a fully grown woman. You know what I mean…What I’m saying is, you are scary to me. I’m afraid for the first time in my whole life. I’ve never felt anything before. Just disgust at the way men acted around me, flirted and came on to me.”

“You’re afraid of me?” he asked in shock.

“Yes! But not like scared of you really.”

King released a huge sigh and grabbed the tray from her lap. “It’s a two way street, Magdalena.”

Her head shot up and she stared at his face.

King knew this was too much too fast and she wasn’t well. “Listen, you have a head injury. It may be nothing, just a bump on the head. But I can’t let you go to sleep for a while.” He took the tray and walked to the doorway.

“So, what do we do?”

He turned and gave her a wink, then went through the doorway and went to put the tray in the kitchen, then tapped his phone. “Ace?”

“Yeah, she okay?”

“I think so, but she took a bad fall and a hit on the head.”

“You need medical?” he asked.

“No… she seems okay. Just needs to rest up.”

“Well, you both would be safer here.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what King?”

“I don’t want to move her yet.”

“Well, I will have Storm and Chase take over for Jack and Deuce in a few hours. But you know you have to tell her sometime.”

“Yes, I know. But not after what just happened to her.”

“You got a day then we come get you both.” Ace ended the call.

King sighed and headed back to her bedroom to find her out of bed.

“Ohhh…” She pitched forward.

King caught her. “What are you doing?” he asked as he picked her up completely.

“I—I needed to use the restroom.”

“Dammit, I should have thought of that.” He carried her across the room and through another door. Then, he set her down near the toilet and held onto her shoulders for a moment.

“I think it’s okay now,” she offered.

He studied her face. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, she smiled. “I need you to…”She motioned her head to the door.

Grinning as realization dawned on him, he shook his head. “Yeah…okay.” He left and closed the door.

He waited and listened for any sounds. He could just imaging if she fell and hit her head. It would be fucking disastrous. He waited a few more minutes. He’d never been good at waiting for any god damn thing. This was driving him up a wall. “Are you okay?” he called through the door.

“Yes, I’m done.”

He opened the door and moved in swiftly, grabbing her hands.

“I’m okay, really.”

Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her back to the bed.

“I could get used to this,” she snickered.

King chuckled and laid her down gently.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did you notice that I’m only wearing my bra and panties?”

He smirked. “Who wouldn’t notice?”

“Well, it doesn’t seem to affect you at all.”

King knew what she was getting at as he leaned closer and reaching out, he ran a lone finger along the lace of her bra. “Untrue.”

“Well, you act like it happens every day.”

He slipped a finger into her bra and slid it over a nipple.

Mags took a deep breath.

He stroked her lightly as he got hard in his jeans. “Believe me, I am affected.” He then removed his hand and sat back.

Mags almost collapsed from the withdrawal of his touch. “Why did you stop?” she blurted out with a rush of shocked air.

“Look…It’s not that I’m shy and you damn well know it. I have wanted you from the first minute you opened that smart ass mouth of yours.” He smiled at her.”

“I…”

“You’ve been assaulted, Magdalena. You almost died. You’re not strong enough yet. It wouldn’t be right for me to climb all over you just now.” He gave her a wink.

Mags shivered and rubbed her arms. “Ok.”

King let out a breath. “Stop poking the bear ok? We need to keep you awake for a while. Let’s find something to keep us occupied”

Mags shook her head. “But I already know what will.”

King paused and looked at her.

Her cheeks were flaming.

“It’s a dangerous thing,” he warned.

“Yes, you’d better believe it. Dangerous, wild and explosive as all hell.” She leaned in closer, giving him ample view of her lace covered boobs.

His body tensed up. “Don’t try it,” he warned.

She reached behind her back and pinched her bra clasp.

“Magda—”

Tugging her bra off, she let her breasts tumble free.

His hands curled into fists. “Not fair,” he seethed.

She got on her knees, her injuries completely forgotten and faced him directly, then swiped her tongue across her lower lip. “No, but it’s honest.”

His eyes remained on her face.

“King?” she whispered sweetly.

His eyes finally dropped to her breasts. Damn, just like he’d imagine d so many times. His hands itched to grab them up and fill his hands and mouth with her sweet skin. He’d pushed her before to this and now, she was pushing back? Now, when she wasn’t in any condition. It fucking figured. Stubborn and head strong and fucking beautiful too. Mouthwatering, if a person could be.

Her nipples hardened even more by just him staring. “I’m asking for you to—” She gave a small laugh. “I never wanted anyone before.”

A huge grin spread across his lips. “And now you want me.”

Her mouth popped open.

“Just being honest back.”

“What—what can we do?’ she asked in a desperate tone.

He stared at her for a long tense minute, then stood up and searched through the side table drawer. “We play cards. I know I saw a deck here earlier.”

Her eyes rounded. “Cards?’

“Yep.” King climbed up on the bed with ease despite his height, sat with his long legs crossed and shuffled the deck. “You know, I learned a lot of things while on my tours of duty. One main lesson? To survive, you rely on your gut and what it tells you.”

At his wisdom and common sense speech, Mags stared at him. “And what does your gut tell you now?”

King raised a dark brow at her. “That strip poker is definitely out as there would be no point,” he teased and gazed down at her bare breasts. He thought of this as a test of willpower. Here he sat with the woman he’d wanted, her lovely, more than lickable breasts out for him to enjoy, yet he wouldn’t be doing that. But fuck, it was getting harder with each minute that passed.

Mags peered down to where he stared as if she might get him closer despite his resistance and she’d allowed the blanket to slip down. “Well, I could use them to distract you while I win?”

He chuckled. “I have a high level of self control and years of trained discipline in not being distracted by anything while…aiming my sights. I’ve never miss my target.” His voice dropped low as his eyes strayed downward while he took a long leisurely look and then—he licked his lower lip. He could see her shiver and her nipples hardened. “I suggest we play War.” King now refocused on her face as he raised a dark brow at her and dealt out the cards on the bed.

Mags laughed. “Well, that’s not fair, you being a Warlord and all.” She grabbed up her bra, clasped it at the front, then tugged it around and slipped her arms through the straps. Then, she continued staring at him, like she couldn’t get enough of looking at him. “How did you get the scar?” she blurted out.

With the question, his dealing slowed and he stopped while placing the deck in the middle. He was however almost glad she put her ‘weapons’ away. It had tested him to his limits, even though she did not seem to know this. The scar was barely noticeable, yet she had noticed that. It was just above his left brow. “Hand to hand…Kandahar.”

“One tick lower and you would have lost your eye.”

He nodded his dark head and picked up his hand. “Exactly the aim of it. Take out that eye and there would be one less sniper in the mix.”

Mags sighed. “I’m sorry.”

King smiled and shook his head. “Why? You didn’t give it to me.” Though King knew now that she could scar him without even trying. Maybe that was part of why he hadn’t taken what she’d been offering for the last half hour. Once he had her, there would be no letting go. Again, what his gut was telling him.

“I mean it’s none of my business, really.”

He raised his gaze and met hers. “It is your business. That’s what you do… investigate. So get ready Lieutenant Giovanni because we are about to explore each other in ways that may even scare me.”

She’d been looking at her cards and her head jerked up.

At her expression, King laughed and set a card down on the pile. “And so the war begins…”

For 2 hours, they played different card games and Mags never laughed so hard in all her life. The man was super funny and he could fool you every time you thought you had him pegged. She learned to never play poker for money with this man, and never assume anything about him, before he confirmed it by showing or telling you. The world outside slipped away from her. All her hang ups and worries, plans, the law and the land, just simply—disappeared. Could someone fall in love over a hand of 5-card stud?

Mags yawned as he gathered the cards again.

“Okay, you’re clear to sleep now.”

She leaned back on the pillows. “Can you sleep next to me?”

King gazed into her eyes again, but didn’t answer.

“I mean, I don’t wanna take the bed, while you sleep in a chair or something.”

Getting up, he placed the cards back in the drawer. He turned and removed the extra pillow from behind her. Then, he tugged at the sheet and blanket, placing it neatly up and over her.

“So, that means no right?” she asked.

King took a step back and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “What do you think I am?”

Batting her eyes at the question, she didn’t know how to answer. Hot, delicious, infuriating, confusing to her hormones. Just pick one. All those unvoiced adjectives floated in her head.

“I’m built like a rock….But I’m not made of stone.”

Mags stared at that Rock, that build and power and then she noted the tight spot at the crotch of his jeans.

Catching where her gaze drifted, he warned, “Don’t…”

Her eyes shot up and her cheeks grew hot. “I think you may just be the sexiest, hottest man I have ever met. I also think—no… I KNOW if you don’t touch me, kiss me—fuck me? I might just lose my mind!”

His expression remained the same steady veil as he locked eyes with her. “God Dammit!” His voice rose.

Startled, she jumped a little.

He reached forward and tugged her from the bed then stood her succinctly and concisely onto the mattress.

Gasping, she then held her breath as he took a step back.

His eyes started at her bare feet, then rose a little to her claves. On up to her lacy underwear where he paused.

Mags’ legs grew weak as her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She knew her panties were way past soaking wet and hoped he couldn’t see that from where he stood.

Those stormy hazel eyes then rose to stare at her belly button.

No man had ever looked there…Her belly button? He’s so odd but damn, he’s delicious.

Next, his focus drew up and he stared openly at her erect lace covered nipples.

Her chest was heaving now as she found she almost couldn’t breathe.

His eyes followed up beyond her aching breasts and met her gaze. “And you are probably the most erotic and disturbing presence in many a man’s dreams. No doubt, every cop you’ve ever met, dreams of seeing you like this, let alone standing nearly naked on their bed.”

“Don’t say it,” she pleaded. “That you aren’t one of them.”

King curled his strong fingers into fists and let out a growl. A real menacing low guttural sound.

Her eyes rounded.

He then unfurled his fists and released a breath. Stepping forward, he plucked her from the bed.

Gasping, Mags was so turned on, so ready for this man who refused to give in and she truly didn’t know how to proceed further. How do you to seduce someone so controlled, so reserved in nature? She wished for the first time ever that she’d listened to all that inane, bragging chatter of the women she’d known.

He slid her down over his body in a slow, gradual descent until their faces met and her feet dangled just above the floor. He moved his lips closer until they touched hers.

An actual electrical spark tazed her lips. “Oh!” She smiled. It must have been the sliding and him standing on the carpet. Actual sparks! She giggled.

King smiled too and covered her mouth with his. His tongue delved in and met hers.

The taste of him was like ambrosia, she wanted to devour the flavor of him as she kissed him for all she was worth. The drug, she reminded herself. He was like a drug, in her system since the first time he’d kissed her. Now, she had to have it. But just like real drugs there was a price to pay. She’d run from him because she wasn’t ready to pay that price. Now? She didn’t fucking care how much this would cost, she finally knew want and need. She was tired of resisting it, her body craved him and she was sure about that at least.

He lowered his hands and caught her body as it slipped by grabbing her ass cheeks. Her feet never hit the floor. He deepened the kiss and Mags felt like she would definitely pass out.

He then nibbled at her lower lip and broke the kiss gently.

Mags’ throat felt swelled shut and she could feel her heart pounding in her ears.

“That is to show you that I do want you.” He set her back on the bed, stretched her legs out, and covered her up.

Laying her head back on the pillow, she didn’t say a word. She thought if she tried to speak, it would come out sounding like some gibberish cartoon language or something.

He unzipped his jeans and lowered them down.

Mags’ eyes widened as she went completely rigid with anticipation.

As if he hadn’t a care, he tugged them off and his black briefs indeed looked as if they were a tight gift wrapping around his very large package. He was large everywhere apparently. She should have known

King then tugged his t-shirt off.

Her mouth then—completely and utterly dried up.

His chest was smooth and muscled, just enough to be rippled while his dog tags twinkled in the low light. Over each bicep, he had tribal designs of some kind. Then a tat of the king card. She could see a few scars that looked like bullet holes. She studied the inkings as her breathing finally came under better control.

Her entranced gaze swung up to his face.

He wore an intense expression. It was the same one she’d seen before. The one he wore while in her driveway. Back then, it had scared the living daylights out of her, but now, she wanted to see this look on him many more times. He did want her, she finally knew. And by the way he’d acted tonight, she knew that it wasn’t just for sex. It was more. Dare she hope for more?

Again, he took on that guarded expression. Shrugging, he reached down and turned the bedside lamp off.

Mags almost screeched at the loss of light, she wanted to ‘study’ him some more.

“Some of the ink was to cover battle scars or honor them in some way I guess.”

His voice had moved in the dark and she knew he was now on the other side of the bed. His weight dipped the mattress. She bit at her lip and held her breath again.

He shuffled around for a minute, tugged at the blanket, and settled back.

Mags’ head spun as she let out her breath.

His warm hand reached for hers and he laced their fingers.

Mags waited a minute, then another and after about five minutes, she could hear his even heavy breathing and she realized he was actually—asleep!

I deserve this! She concluded while releasing a huge depreciative sigh. All those guys I shot down. All the men I embarrassed by nearly laughing in their faces as I turned them down while feeling so dammed smug. Sashaying around with such confidence and ignoring their reactions with distain. Now, here I lay…aching and yearning for this one man to do everything they’d wanted to me and then some. And what does he do? He just holds my hand!

She finally drifted off. Exhaustion took over the better part of horniness. Another erotic dream in the form of a man with a hard glint in his eyes. A man she’d resisted for a while. A man she would not resist if he did come at her again. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she heard a loud roaring sound. It almost seemed like she was standing on a beach while the waves rolled in. They seemed to roll over her body in warm, pleasant gentle waves. Mags felt her body tense and then heat spread along her limbs. “Oh…” She gasped.

It was then when she felt his blazing mouth, while he swirled his velvety tongue along her inner thigh. Her eyes popped open. This dream felt real.

A low male sounding groan vibrated along her skin.

It is real!

Sunlight glazed in from the window across her bare skin, lighting the bed and she could see his dark head at her thighs. Oh, God! He really is there! She couldn’t think straight or analyze this surprise as he latched onto her clit. Her head slammed back onto the pillow. “Unhh…”

His warm fingers spread her folds gently and he latched on more intently with his lips.

Never, in all her days of dating had she allowed such a thing. She never wanted a man to have that kind of power. Or, her upbringing gave her morals she used to deflect her sexuality. But this—? She let out a long moan and her body shuddered.

King then pushed one of those strong fingers gently into her pussy and she arched her back with extreme pleasure. Her legs opened wide as if she couldn’t open enough for his oral and finger manipulation on her senses.

He worked her clit button by flicking it with his silky tongue and plunging his finger slowly in and back out several times.

She was drenched and panting as he continued his onslaught of pleasure. “Oh, oh…”

He then swirled his tongue over her entire fold and pushed a second long finger in.

“I’m gonna die!” she gasped out as her body tightened and the room spun above her.

He fucked her with his fingers and held her in place with his other hand as she struggled. Unexpectedly, he lifted his face and stared into her rounded eyes. “Come for me, Magdalena…”

Mags knew for sure now that the way he’d been saying her name was meant to be sensual, mesmerizing and the simplest form of seduction. Her body bucked and grew rigid as she straightened her limbs with an erotic stretch while her back stiffened with a wave of overwhelming bliss. “Ahhh…” She helplessly came. Mags then did something she never believed possible—she let out a scream. It even scared her as she sat up in complete sensuous delirium. “King!”

He ignored her plea and kept suckling.

Her body jerked with the waves of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her fingers knotted onto the sheets as her pelvis rose from the mattress.

Finally, he released his oral hold on her button and looked into her eyes.

Mags panted for dear life as she trembled all over.

He slid his hard body up along her soft curves until he lay on top of her.

Her ample chest was heaving furiously as she laughed with a gasping sound. Oh, what she’d been missing all these years while being Miss Prim.

He studied her face intently reaching up to move a strand of her hair from her eyes. He remained quiet.

Mags kept busy with attempting to control her breathing and trying to get a hold of herself.

“I knew it,” he whispered.

“Wha—What?”

“Your face with your skin all flushed pink like a dusky rose and the way your eyes look. I wondered for a while what you would look like when you orgasmed. A very beautiful thing.”

“Well—” She still fought to catch her breath. “You should’ve been there in my dreams then.” She gazed into his eyes. “I thought you were all set to wait?”

“Today is a new day.” He gave her that wink of his.

She felt his smooth skin against hers like she was covered in warm satin. She also felt his erection at her thighs. “Just how long a day might it turn out to be?” She winked back at him.

King threw back his head and laughed.

It sounded so warm and lighthearted, she loved it. He always seemed so serious and formidable. She would have to work on her humor to be able to hear it often. Mags rolled her eyes. You don’t even know if he wants there to be an often, Mags. “Max said guys like you don’t really date.” It popped right out and she wanted to smother her own big mouth.

“Oh, really now?” He grinned. “Back then, no. I had women, but I always made sure they knew I wouldn’t be around for long.”

Mags didn’t know if she liked that answer or not.

“But like I said… today is a new day.”

Exhilaration ran through her body. “So, that means? I mean with me and you…”

He shook his head. “You still don’t get it—”

A crash from the next room cut off his words.

King was up and off her so fast, she barely had time to blink. “Fuck… “

Mags looked around. “I-I thought your brothers were—“

“Get into the bathroom, lock the door!” he ordered in a hushed voice.

Mags scooted off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door like he said. She opened the drawers in the vanity and grabbed her gun. She picked it up, checked the clip and spun around.

There were loud crashes now as if something was tearing the room apart by using someone’s body as a battering ram.

King! She quietly unlocked the door despite his instructions. Like he believed she would do what he said? She rolled her eyes. Peeking out, she saw overturned chairs and broken glass as her eyes spanned the room. It seemed deadly quiet now and she opened the door a little wider.

A hand grabbed the door and she jumped back while aiming her weapon.

King stepped into the doorway. “Hold it there, sexy killer. Damn, you…nude…holding a weapon? We could’ve won a lot of fucking battles using this tactic.”

“What the fuck, King?” she screeched as she lowered the gun.

Blood was smeared all over his bare chest and thighs.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God!”

With a casual ease, he glanced down, then looked back up at her. “None of it’s mine.”

Mags released a breath and felt such a relief. Then the cop in her rose up. “Then whose is it?”

“Some thugs Chapman sent.” He grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the faucet. “My brothers have them both now, though how they let them slip in, is a subject we will be discussing later.” He looked angry for a brief moment before he shuttered his expression.

“Gauntlet?” Her voice rose again, “I still don’t understand why. Why is he after me?”

He didn’t answer her.

Mags felt he knew why. Though wouldn’t he have told her before?

Distracted now, he cleaned the blood smears off. He studied his reflection in the mirror on the door, then swiped at some more crimson spots.

She became struck by how he acted as if blood smattering his body was just so natural, like it was just mud splatters or something just as innocuous.

Tilting his dark head, he carefully perused his reflection to insure all the blood was gone, he then set the rag down and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Mags’ mouth popped open when she caught a full look at his bare ass as he strolled across the room. Never, had she thought a man’s butt could be a sexy thing, but her skin suddenly felt hot again as she stared openly…Gawking would be the word for what she was doing, but she didn’t care. Events like this only come around once in a blue moon and she was gonna take it all in. He had always been watching her ass, but fuck that. This was something to behold.

King looked all around, seemingly unconcerned about his bare ass, or bare body for that matter. “You’re not safe here, let’s go.”

Mags just watched him while feeling spell bound…strong powerful thighs, long strong legs, a magnificently lean muscled back with another tattoo she wanted to explore more closely and one incredible ass.

“Magdalena?”

Her head jerked up. “Yes?” she answered with a calm she did not feel. She did feel a twinge of shame though. There he stood thinking straight, while she all wanted to do was to reach out with both hands and grab his ass?

“I said…we need to leave.”

She nodded and gazed around for clothes.

He pulled up his jeans and paused to stare at her.

She caught his heated gaze. “What?”

“What kind of prison time would it get a biker to kidnap a cop like you and keep you locked up naked for a week?” That twinkle sparkled in his eyes again.

Mags experienced immediate visions, sudden overwhelming images of her tied up naked and bare as he ravaged her. She swallowed heavily and trembled a little. His sudden laugh startled her and she shook her head. “They could never prove I was unwilling.”

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