King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

There were pizza boxes strewn around us in Charity’s living room. The TV was on, playing Runaway Bride and I was in the middle of painting a bright pink polish on her toenails. She was sitting on the couch with her hands propped up, waiting for the nail polish to dry.

“So, he rides a noisy bike. What else can you tell me about him?” she was persistent. She’d looked out of the window when Commando dropped me outside the building, and I’d also left her a short voicemail the previous night to tell her I wouldn’t be crashing with them at Rocky’s place.

I looked up at Charity now, and saw her narrowing her eyes at me. I could sense that she was being protective. She had seen first hand what Blaine was capable of doing, and it was natural that she was worried about my choice of men.

“He’s actually nice,” I said, carefully painting a coat on her big toe. I could sense her burning gaze on me and I looked up at her again.

“What?” I said and Charity widened her eyes at me.

“He’s nice? He wears a leather jacket, has millions of tattoos and rides a dangerous death machine!”

“You saw all that in the middle of the night?” I retorted and she rolled her eyes at me. She wasn’t going to let my joke slide, she wanted all the details.

“You’re telling me this guy is nice?” she asked and I sighed and looked down at my handiwork. I decided to give her something more. She was my best friend, she was the only family I had. If I couldn’t be completely honest with her, then who else could I talk to?

“Yeah, he is. He was worried about Blaine hurting me and offered to give me a place to crash. And I thought I’d give you and Rocky some time alone,” I smiled at Charity, but she wasn’t smiling bac

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“So, you crashed at his place…and what else?” she’d cocked up an eyebrow. Then reached for a cold slice of pepperoni pizza from a box next to her.

“And…” I began and she clapped a hand to her mouth, forgetting that her nail polish hadn’t fully dried yet.

“You slept with him!” she cried, with giddy excitement. I smiled, blushed and went back to painting her toes. Charity was assimilating her thoughts.

“Honey, you sure you know what you’re doing?” I heard her say, in a worried tone, and I looked up at her again. I wished I could explain to her just what Commando made me feel.

“I know that I did what I felt like doing. You know that I don’t easily fall into bed with the first guy I meet. There’s something different about him, he makes me feel safe,” I said to her and her eyes softened.

I had made a conscious decision to leave out the bit about Commando’s bloodied knuckles, and the rage in his eyes every time he was reminded of the bruise on my arm…and also of course, my suspicions that he belonged to a motorcycle club. I had a feeling that Charity wouldn’t understand. She would have the same preconceived notions that I had, before I started working at The Lucky Lady. That members of MCs were nothing more than rough thugs, criminals…Commando and his friends were nothing like that. They led a different kind of lifestyle, but I had seen first hand that they operated on strict rules and principles, no matter how loosely they treated their women. Those women chose to hang around them. Besides, Commando treated me differently.

I had a feeling that Charity would judge me for my decision to sleep with him, if she knew who he really was.

“Was it any good?” she broke the silence in the room and when our eyes met, she could see just how good it was.

“Did you come?” she asked, sputtering with excitement now and I stifled a giggle.

“Repeatedly,” I replied and she shrieked.

“You came more than once? Like you had sex more than once?” her questions were incessant and I laughed.

“Both,” I told her and I could see the surprise in her eyes. I would have been surprised too if I hadn’t actually experienced it. Sex with Blaine or the handful of guys I had slept with before…had been nothing like this. With Commando, it was raw and wild and I couldn’t get enough of him. Even now, while I was painting Charity’s nails, I could feel the way his cock had driven into me. My pussy was still throbbing from the force and I wanted more.

I was done painting her toenails and Charity sat back on the couch, as I settled in on the floor at her feet. The pizza had gone cold by now, but I was ravenous and I ate my fifth slice, still hungry for more. I heard her sigh and I looked up at her.

“Well, as long as you know what you’re doing and he makes you happy,” she said and there was that word again. Happy. I had thought I was happy with Blaine, at least when I first met him.

But it was a different kind of happiness with him, a haze of feelings which I interpreted as happiness. In reality, I was just happy to have a boyfriend, someone to come home to who were not my strict parents. I wasn’t happy to be with him. With Commando, I felt safe, I felt satisfied and I also felt anxious when he wasn’t around.

“I’m happy,” I told her, not knowing what else to say. What did we have between us? Was it even a real thing?

“What about Blaine?” she asked and I pressed my eyes close and tried to shove away that image of Blaine standing over me, bracing himself for a punch. I was afraid of him finding me again. What else was he capable of doing? How far was he willing to take this?

I could go somewhere, I thought. I would have liked to move out, just so that Charity’s life wouldn’t be in danger anymore, but where could I go? Where could I go that Blaine wouldn’t find me? If I went anywhere, if I left town, it would mean that Commando and I wouldn’t stand a chance…of anything.

“Oooh this is the good part. Richard Gere is going to make her eggs!” Charity clapped her hands excitedly and I stared blankly at the screen. I needed to find a way of just enjoying myself and forget about everything else.

Chapter 21