Page 3 of King
Chapter 2
King/Dante
I tossed the wrench back into the toolbox, then heaved myself out from under the bathroom sink. Sinner had mentioned this morning that his sink was leaking and had asked me to send a prospect over to fix it, but I’d told him I would come over a little early and take care of it for him. I knew my dad hated to ask for help, especially for such a simple repair, but he had a bad back and really couldn’t contort his body enough to get into such a small space to fix it. Hell, I could barely get to it myself.
After putting the toolbox back in the garage, I made my way to the kitchen and washed up, before grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and stepping out onto the back deck to make sure the grill was cleaned up and ready for later. It was already getting hot out, no surprise since it was the first of June in Indiana. Although it wasn’t officially summer for another three weeks, the outdoor temps said otherwise.
A faint noise from next door caused me to glance over to the neighbor’s yard. My grip tightened on the neck of the beer bottle as I took in the vision in spandex bent over with her gorgeous ass in the air. Fuck me, that was a sight I could get used to.
I’d heard all about Sinner’s neighbor, Eleanor Chadwick, to the point that I suspected the old man might have a crush on the lady. I hadn’t met her yet, but I knew she cooked for him, andher son and daughter helped him around the house when they were doing work for their own mother. My boys had met her, and she’d even volunteered to babysit for my grandkids a time or two. She sounded like a nice older lady, and I was pretty sure my mom would have been happy for the old man moving on after years of being alone.
If she looked anything like the woman I assumed was her daughter doing yoga in her back yard, then my dad had great taste. I would like to know why the hell nobody had mentioned her daughter was a fucking smokeshow though. I damned sure would have made it a point to meet Eleanor and her daughter before now had I been given that little bit of information.
I brought the bottle up to my lips and took a sip, then almost swallowed my tongue as I watched her slowly bend at the waist until her body was doubled over, her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Her dark hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, which flopped forward when she bent over. Holy shit, what I wouldn’t give to be standing behind her, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I fucked her in that position.
Then again, if she was on her hands and knees on a bed, I could wrap my hand around her ponytail while I fucked her hard. A dozen different images flashed through my mind, each one hotter than the last. Shit, with that kind of incredible flexibility, the possibilities were fucking endless. I could feel my cock start to harden against my zipper and reached down to rearrange myself. I kept my eyes on her as she finished her workout, wiping down the mats and bending over to roll them up. My eyes were glued to her ass the entire time, mentally begging her to turn around so I could get a good look at the rest of her.
She slowly turned and used a small towel to wipe off her face, then ran it down her neck and across her chest, partiallyobstructing my view of what looked like a great set of tits barely contained by the sports bra she wore. I couldn’t fully make out her features from here, but her body was the stuff of wet dreams. She draped the towel over her shoulder, and sauntered inside her house, so I made an effort to roll my tongue back up into my mouth and went back inside myself. The last thing I needed was for her to see me standing on Sinner’s deck, staring over at her backyard like some kind of goddamned creeper.
I settled down on the couch and grabbed the TV remote, scrolling until I found a game to watch on ESPN. I was getting hungry, so I really fucking hoped Sinner and my boys got here soon so we could fire up the grill. My phone buzzed with a text message from Cowboy, and I spent the next few minutes giving him shit about missing the cookout today just so he could hang out with his new woman and his kids.
Cowboy had been my best friend for over twenty-five years, and had been married to my sister, BeBe, until she was killed three years ago during a robbery at the jewelry store she worked at. Their relationship had been rocky, mainly because my sister had not been a fan of the MC lifestyle at all. Pretty damned ironic, considering the entire family was involved with the club. Cowboy had only recently begun seriously dating again after my daughter-in-law introduced him to the principal at her school.
Molly had tried to get me to meet Michelle first and had moved on to Cowboy when I had repeatedly refused. I knew that Michelle – or any of the other women Molly had tried to set me up with – would be the kind of women who were looking for a relationship. That just wasn’t my thing. Been there, done that, wasn’t ever gonna fucking do it again. My seven-year marriage to my ex-wife Christy had been hell on earth, and I’d paid my dues and learned my lesson.
A little while later, I heard the familiar rumble of bikes coming down the road, and then heard Sinner’s garage door open as he pulled inside. The bikes shut off as I stood up to head to the kitchen. I chucked my empty beer bottle in the trash and pulled the pan of steaks out of the fridge just as they all walked in.
“I’m glad you’re all finally here. I’m fucking starving,” I greeted them, then reached over to hug Molly and kiss her cheek. “Good to see you, sweetheart. You’re looking pretty as ever,” I told her with a wink, as Jagger rolled his eyes and shot me glare. I loved to yank his chain. I wasn’t sure where they got it from, but both of my boys were jealous, possessive bastards when it came to their women. I didn’t understand it, but then again, I never felt anything for their mother even close to what the two of them felt for Abby and Molly.
“Lucky texted and said he’s not going to make it today. He’s trying to get the paint job finished for that ’61 Panhead,” Rome said as he shut the front door behind him. A glance at him put me at ease. He was looking a hell of a lot better these days. He’d looked like shit for months after he’d blown his marriage up, and Abby had looked so sad it had just about broken my heart. I’d worried myself sick over both of them, and I was fucking thrilled that they were back together and were planning to get remarried in two weeks. Abby had taken the kids to a birthday party for her cousin, otherwise they would have been here today, too.
Sinner let out a low whistle of admiration. “That bike’s gonna be a beauty once it’s done.” He grabbed the grill brush and meat tongs and handed them to Molly, then picked up the steaks. “I’ll get the grill fired up so we can eat soon. Eleanor has a feast fixed for us.”
I smirked at my dad as he and Molly stepped out onto the deck, then followed my boys back into the living room. They had both grabbed drinks, Sprite for Jagger and water for Rome, and we all sat down to watch the game.
“By the way, I’ve got a fucking bone to pick with the two of you,” I groused, suddenly remembering the goddess next door. “Is there a reason why neither one of you assholes thought to mention that Eleanor’s daughter is sexy as hell?”
Rome choked on the sip of water he’d just taken, and Jagger’s eyes bugged out as he paused with his can of Sprite halfway to his mouth.
“What the fuck???” they said in unison, their voices rising in shock as they stared at me.
“You heard me,” I retorted, not understanding their surprise at my statement. They were my sons, but it was no secret to them that I had an active sex life. Hell, they’d seen me take women up to my room at the clubhouse for years, and Jagger had even walked in on me getting a blow job back when he was a prospect. I hadn’t been able to get it up for a week after that.
“You boys trying to cockblock me or something? I saw her doing yoga in the back yard a little while ago, and let me tell you, she’s a fucking knockout in those tight little clothes. Shit, the things I want to do to her are probably illegal in some states.”
“Uh, Prez, you…” Rome began, shaking his head in horrified bewilderment as Jagger just stared at me slack-jawed, “um, I don’t think…” he continued to stammer before being interrupted.
“You fuckingpervert!”
The boys and I all jumped up and whirled around at the almost inhuman screech that accompanied those words, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight of the beauty from next door – the veryangrybeauty from next door – and the wicked-looking knife she had pointed in my direction.
“It is most definitely illegal, ineverystate! My daughter is only fifteen –fifteen –youdegenerate sonofabitch. If you even so much as look at her again, I’ll take this knife and filet your mangy little cock from the tip to your balls. You won’t have to worry about getting it up ever again, and you’ll spend the rest of your life pissing in two different directions at once!” she spat furiously, jabbing the knife in the direction of my crotch to emphasize her words.
“What the fuck are you talking about, woman?” I asked in confusion, stepping back as I carefully eyed that goddamned knife she continued waving around. One part of my mind took in how sexy she looked with that flush across her cheekbones, and her glorious chest heaving with every breath, while the other part of my mind recoiled in horror as her words sank in.Pervert?Fifteen?Her daughter?
I reared back in shock as I realized what she was implying, right about the time Jagger and Rome eased closer to try to calm her down.
“I think there’s a big misunderstanding here, Ella. My dad wouldn’t say something like that about a kid – “
