King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

Commando continued to smile at me, like he was enjoying watching me struggle. Whatever composure I had managed to maintain a few minutes ago was quickly dissipating.

“And is Commando your name or is that what they call you?” I managed to ask and his smiled grew wider. His gaze dropped down to my breasts again and instinctively, I pushed them outwards. I wanted him to see them. I wanted him to undress me with his eyes. I couldn’t imagine why he was even looking at me. There were girls far sexier than me walking around this place. I’d just seen one come up and try to speak to him. Why was he speaking to me?

“You can call me Commando,” he replied, slicing through my thoughts with that voice of his again. I licked my lips, my words sticking to the back of my throat as I tried to come up with a decent response. I felt stupid standing in front of him, under his deliciously stormy gaze. The name suited him and I tried to smile, so that I wouldn’t look so foolish.

“I’m new,” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. Of course he knew I was new! Everyone here knew I was new. The smile on his face grew and he nodded his head.

“Welcome to the family,” he said and I nearly choked. The family? What was he talking about? This was a bar and I was an employee. I suddenly felt very naive and I wondered if this had been the right decision. Staring into this guy’s deep blue eyes definitely didn’t seem like the right decision.

“Thank you,” I replied and his gaze dropped to the spot between my legs. Where the wetness had already begun to spread, where I could feel my libs throbbing, my clit swelling with desire. I wanted to be touched, roughly, pinned against the wall. And most importantly, I wanted to be touched by him.

I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts, while he was right in front of me.

“Commando!” A big guy with a scruffy dark beard and dark hair called out to him from the door. We both looked at him, till Commando turned to me again.

“Be good, Ava,” he said to me, with his dimples deepening in his cheeks and he turned around without waiting for a response and walked over to a table of other guys.

I went back to the counter, as though in a dream. Still feeling like he had run his hands all over my skin. I knew my body was dripping with desire for this man who I knew nothing about. I’d do anything he wanted me to do. I was under his spell no matter how hard I tried to resist it. All he would have to do was look at me once more. But he didn’t.

I watched him from under my heavily hooded lids as he laughed and joked with his friends at the biggest table in the center of the bar. It was like he didn’t even know I existed anymore. He was bad news. I could feel it in my bones and yet there was nothing I could do about the lust in my veins. It had taken over my system when I was supposed to be working.

This was all Blaine’s fault! I tried to blame him for making me want this man. I didn’t even recognize myself. I couldn’t remember another time I had felt this animalistic need for a man. But I knew I had to stay away. There was no chance in hell I could allow myself to fall for someone so quickly after

my previous relationship had ended. I wasn’t in my right mind yet. I wasn’t myself. This was madness and that was the only explanation for how I was feeling.

Chapter 6

Commando

I heard Big D make the last call, but my mind was swimming. I’d had too much to drink again. The others were sitting around me, Slade was making some joke about King’s lack of tattoos. He only had one, of a cross; to match the cross he always wore around his neck.

I hadn’t been able to think about anything else all night, except redheaded Ava behind the bar. I’d watched her all night, following the way her ass moved underneath that denim skirt. Till Big D gave her the signal and I figured her shift was over. She had collected her things from the back of the bar and left, winding her way around the crowded tables. I had to do everything I could to not intercept her on her way.

She was still off limits.

“Guys, take yourselves home,” Big D had come up to our table and started collecting our bottles and glasses. The others started standing up, slightly unsteady on their feet and I blinked my eyes. Realizing now just how much I’d had to drink.

“I’m gonna crash upstairs,” I growled at nobody in particular and I strode up to one of the bunk rooms, feeling my way in the dark. I hadn’t even bothered to hear the others respond, I just needed to be alone.

In the dark, I crashed into one of the beds, a bottle of beer still in my hand. I couldn’t get Ava out of my mind. I’d spent the whole night at war with myself, cursing my father under my breath for setting up this ridiculous rule.

Although, I was glad this rule existed because it kept her safely out of reach of everyone else. I’d have twisted the neck of anyone who even thought of going close to her. I was inches away from pulling out my gun at Mickey when he nearly touched her. How was I going to deal with watching her work at the bar every day, knowing that probably every other guy there was having the same thoughts as me? She was fresh and had an air of untouched virgin beauty about her. I could practically see the drool dribbling down the sides of their mouths.

I couldn’t stay awake much longer. The alcohol was seeping into my system, overtaking my senses and I found myself drifting into sleep. Still thinking about her and what her hair might smell like on my face, how tight her pussy was and how much of my cock would fit into her.

But that’s all I could do…just dream of her, because I couldn’t have her.

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Next morning Church was called. Elwood had called for it, and the entire MC was going to meet in the office at the back of the Lucky Lady downstairs.

Luckily for me, all I had to do was wash my face and go downstairs. It was still a pain getting out of the bed, dragging myself out when I could feel the throb in my head. My cellphone beeped with the alert that was sent out and all I wanted to do was smash it against the wall and go back to fantasizing about the redhead again.

Ava.

I’d blinked my eyes open to the thought of her. She felt real to me. I’d been thinking about her so hard that it felt like she could be in the same room as me right then. Those long pale slender legs, the curve of her hips, the stretch of her breasts underneath that black crop top. Her belly. Were her nipples pink or darker? I had woken up to the thought of sucking on one of them, squeezing her breasts till she squealed.

I had never woken up to the fantasy of a woman before. That was probably because I had never gone to sleep without having the girl I wanted. Ava on the other hand; I felt like I would never be completely satisfied. No matter how many times I had her, I would still want more.