Page 18 of Kingpin (Blackjacks MC #1)

Chapter eleven

Kingpin

My fingers sank into the plush flesh of Hattie’s hips.

This didn’t mean she was coming back to me. It wouldn’t last, even if she wasn’t willing to see that yet. Hattie needed something normal right now in the midst of this trial breathing down her neck. She needed a few precious minutes where she didn’t have to be the strong one in her family.

She only surrendered that kind of control when she was with me.

Hattie twisted her fingers into the silver chain around my neck, stroking the golden curve of my wedding ring with her thumb.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “Ride me like you fucking mean it.”

She rolled her hips faster, grinding on my cock. I couldn’t stop touching her, mapping every inch of her body with my palms. Her tits filled my hands just as perfectly as they used to years ago. And she still looked damn good on top of me like this.

Hattie tilted her head back, neck arched as she chased that high of pleasure. Her walls clenched my shaft in a soul-sucking grip, and it took every ounce of self control I possessed to make sure I didn’t blow my load in two seconds flat.

I trailed my palm down Hattie’s body, between her breasts, over her stomach, until I reached her clit. Stroking that desperately stiff peak with my thumb to match her rhythm.

“Neil,” she gasped, nearly a whimper. Her muscles contracted, trembling at the edge of the release she craved.

I fisted my hand in her hair, pulling her down to me. With her bare curves pressed against my chest, I sealed my mouth to hers. It felt so fucking good to taste her again.

Locking an arm around Hattie’s waist, I held her in place as I thrust upward, hard and deep.

She broke the kiss with a moan. I licked a stripe up her exposed neck as my cock surged with pride. The slick sound of her pussy mingled with the breathless little noises she made every time I sank balls-deep inside her.

“Oh, baby, you’re fucking dripping down my cock,” I said through my teeth.

I could feel it—her cream coating my length, turning her thighs into a sticky mess.

Hattie gazed down at me, her eyes hazy with bliss.

Good.

My woman deserved a pounding that turned her brain off. I didn’t want her thinking about anything or anyone else. Not that damn trial. Not Seattle.

And definitely not her search to find another man.

I wanted her to feel it all—stretched around my cock, taking every inch, her nipples scraping my chest. She writhed against me, seeking even more friction. I pressed my face into the curve of her neck, pinching at her jawline with my teeth.

“Brace yourself, baby,” I said. “You’re gonna need it.”

Hattie bit her lower lip with anticipation, propping her hands on the wall behind my head. I sucked at her nipples, biting the heavy curve of her breasts.

Then I gripped the meat of her thighs and set a punishing pace, jackhammering into her needy pussy. My ribs hurt like hell, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I wouldn’t stop now, not after waiting so long to feel Hattie wrapped around me like this again.

Within seconds, Hattie’s arms began to shake. She bowed her head, breathing shallow and fast. Her pussy clenched around my length with her impending orgasm.

“That’s it, honey,” I murmured. “Come all over my cock. Milk me dry.”

I slipped one hand between our bodies, pressing hard against her clit. Hattie shattered, swearing like a sailor as she came, muffled in my shoulder. I couldn’t last much longer, and I managed a few sloppy pumps through her orgasm, fighting the ruthless squeeze of her walls.

After one final stroke, I thrust deep, spilling into her with a groan. Hattie gave a satisfied hum and wiggled her hips slowly. She snuggled into my chest, staying firmly seated on my cock.

Sheathed in her silky heat was nothing short of heaven.

I cupped my palm to Hattie’s cheek and tilted her head up just far enough to look at me. Her chocolate brown eyes were soft and clear, but I could see the conflicting emotions already beginning to brew. It was only a matter of time before she made her excuses and put distance between us again.

I said nothing.

Didn’t try to change her mind. Didn’t attempt to convince her to stay. All I did was kiss her, tangling my tongue with hers in a hot, wet glide, until she went boneless in my embrace.

Her ex-husband’s cock had stretched her open again with the proper fucking that she’d been missing for all these years. And now, my taste would linger in her mouth, long after she’d left the clubhouse.

All too soon for my liking, Hattie began to stir. My ribs felt like they were on fire, but I didn’t regret a single second of it. Not when her legs were tangled with mine, and our bodies were slotted together.

“Five more minutes,” I said, tightening my arm around her waist.

Hattie laughed softly, her breath warm and faint against the side of my neck.

“You said that twice already.”

“And I’ll probably say it again.”

“Then that would add up to fifteen minutes,” Hattie pointed out. “We need to work on your math skills.”

I grumbled at her school teacher attitude, sweeping my knuckles down the slope of her bare spine.

“Last I checked, I can count your orgasms just fine. Do you need proof?”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I twisted, pressing her back against the mattress. I smoothed my palms down her inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink pussy on display.

Hattie pushed at my head with a friendly shove, laughing.

“God, Neil, you’re relentless. I really need to get cleaned up. I’ve already been gone too long as it is. Connie will be worried about me.”

Begrudgingly, I moved aside as she sat up, wrapping the sheets around herself.

“Then call her,” I said. “Why do you have to put your clothes back on for that?”

Hattie shot me a look over her shoulder.

“You can’t hold me hostage in bed all day. Besides, don’t you have club business to take care of?”

That includes you, sweetheart, I thought. You are my business. And you always will be.

I didn't pick that fight this time. For now. Tugging my jeans up again, I moved to the door, checking the hallway.

“All clear,” I said.

Hattie gathered her clothes, bundling them into her arms.

“You don’t have to stand guard when the bathroom is just down the hall,” she said, stepping past me. “Your brothers see a parade of naked women on a regular basis. My presence won’t shock them.”

“Not the point,” I replied. “You’re my wife. You deserve privacy.”

“Ex-wife, Neil,” Hattie admonished. “I’m your ex -wife. I think it has more to do with Spike hitting on me earlier. I could tell you hated that.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to make me jealous on purpose.”

She beamed. Standing there barefoot, wearing nothing but the damn sheet, it was certainly a gutsy move to tease me like this.

She rose up on tiptoe, delivering a quick peck to my lips.

I aimed a swat at her ass, but she skirted out of reach and slipped into the corridor with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

That’s the Hattie I knew and loved—sassy, playful, and flirty.

I watched her go until she disappeared into the ladies restroom, then I fetched my shirt and cut to finish getting dressed. Club rules dictated that no one laid a finger on his brother’s woman. For some men, rules didn’t mean jack shit. You had to watch what belonged to you like a hawk.

I didn’t have that concern among the Blackjacks though. Even with Spike roaming around like an elk during the rutting season. He might run his mouth, but he didn’t cross his brothers.

I kept an eye on Hattie because I made a promise to her, I swore an oath. Just because I put my name on the dotted line of those divorce papers, didn’t mean I would break my vows.

When Hattie emerged twenty minutes later, she was dressed, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. As she approached, she scrubbed her palms on her jeans, preparing herself for the talk I didn’t want to have.

“I know, baby,” I said.

Hattie blinked in surprise.

“I didn’t say anything.”

I shrugged.

“Didn’t have to. There’s enough on your mind already, with this trial coming up, and your new niece to think about. Getting back with your ex-husband would complicate things even more.”

She frowned as I looped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my side with a kiss to her forehead.

“I thought you would fight me to stay," she said.

I wanted to. The primal instincts in my bones were more than ready to claw her back into my arms and never let her go. But this was Hattie—my Hattie, the woman I pledged my life to. If she was happy somewhere else, married to another man, I couldn’t keep her here.

“Maybe I’m mellowing out in my old age,” I replied.

Hattie scoffed.

“Not likely. I expected we would have this big, blow up fight, and I’d storm out, telling you to fuck off. It would be easier to leave after that.”

I hummed, moving to block her path. I slid my arms around her waist, slotting my hands in the back pockets of her jeans. Fuck, she felt so good pressed up against me like this. The swell of her ass in my palms. The curve of her tits pressed to my chest.

“So, you’re saying you’ll stick around if I’m on my best behavior?” I countered.

She snorted.

“Did your best behavior put that body in the morgue at the police station?”

Someone cleared their throat. I stifled a noise of frustration at the interruption and turned to see Blackbeard, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, head cocked to the side.

“Would you believe me if I said that’s not the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever heard?”

“Is there a reason you’re standing there watching us like a perv?” I shot back.

Blackbeard jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Cop is at the door. He’s looking for the man in charge.”

I swore under my breath, reluctantly pulling away from Hattie.

“Stay out of sight,” I said. “Just to be safe.”

If the cops had warned Hattie to avoid associating with me, or my club, it wouldn’t be a good look if she was found here, a few days before her trial. And if I was getting arrested for manslaughter, then I really didn’t want her involved.

Although the presence of one cop usually didn’t mean trouble. If the police suspected me, they would have arrived with back up, instead of sending one man alone into the lion’s den.

When Blackbeard and I returned to the main room of the clubhouse, everyone at the bar had their hackles up. Quiet and watchful, on edge. A cop lingered at the door, assessing the room, obviously outnumbered. I recognized him—this was Baby Doll’s cop.

“You wanted to speak to me?” I said.

The cop stepped forward and grasped my hand with a firm shake.

“I’m Officer Shepard. I understand you’re Neil Gibson, also known as Kingpin.”

“Any cop worth his salt should know who I am. The boys in blue generally don’t like to see me coming.”

“I moved here a few years ago, and your name does pop up on a surprisingly regular basis,” Shepard admitted. “Could you tell me where you were last night? From around midnight to two or three o’clock in the morning.”

I shrugged and spread my hands.

“Went for a ride to clear my head. My bike has been in the garage for repairs. I wanted to take her for a spin, get her tires on the road again. Then I came home and fell asleep.”

Not a lie. I just left out the part where I visited Hattie. And ordered my brothers to torture a wanted criminal.

Officer Shepard studied my face for a moment.

“Can anyone verify that?”

“Nope. In case you haven’t noticed, the roads are empty in the middle of the night. My brothers can back me up when I say I haven’t entertained another woman’s company since my divorce over a decade ago. What’s this about anyway?”

“It’s a small town, Mr. Gibson,” Shepard replied. “Word spreads fast. I’m sure you’ve heard that your ex-wife is involved in a court case later this week.”

“I have,” I admitted.

Shepard scrubbed a hand over his mouth, deliberating his next move.

“And you’ve put me in one hell of a tough place here—”

“I didn’t ask for a damn thing from you. That squeeze you’re feeling right now is Baby Doll’s doing, not mine.”

He heaved a sigh of exasperation.

“Look, the end result is the same, regardless of how it happened. I dug up information on your ex-wife. The next thing I know, there’s a body at the police station, tied to her case.

Doesn’t take a coroner to see he’d been roughed up before he’d been killed.

You’re the type of man to do that. It seems you have a long history of bodies turning up in your wake around Brightwater. ”

Blackbeard spoke up from the bar, stifling a yawn.

“The only thing I’m hearing out of your mouth is conjecture, Officer,” he said. “Are you making an arrest or not? And on what charges?”

Shepard hesitated just long enough to tell me everything I needed to know. The police were grasping at straws. They suspected I had something to do with it because I was an outlaw, a biker with a criminal record. Because my ex-wife was involved. But they couldn’t prove it.

After a long, tense pause, Shepard spoke again.

“Is she here?”

No one said a word.

“Come on," he probed. "I heard the report about the break-in last night. I know Ms. Fields is in town now. But when I showed up at her sister’s house this morning, she wasn’t there. Her sister wouldn’t tell me where she was, and I can’t imagine you’d be sitting here with scrambled eggs and bacon if she was missing so… ”

More silence. I could keep playing dumb all day long. Just because Baby Doll trusted Shepard didn’t mean I felt the same way about him.

“It’s okay, Neil,” Hattie said, emerging from the corridor. She cast an apologetic smile at Shepard.

“Damn it,” he hissed softly, shaking his head. “I told you to keep your distance. And you didn’t notify the police that you were in town.”

“I didn’t think I would be here long,” she replied. Her gaze flicked to me. “I had a family emergency, and then things…got out of hand.”

Shepard sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. What kind of dirt did Baby Doll have on this guy to put him in this position? Walking the minefield between local cops and outlaw bikers was tricky and stressful. One wrong move would cost his career.

“Well, an officer has been posted on duty outside your sister’s house as a precaution,” Shepard said. “I will personally escort you to the courthouse on the day of the trial. We’re not expecting any trouble. It’s merely a precaution.”

“Thank you,” Hattie replied, flicking a glance in my direction. Knowing it didn’t matter if the cops surrounded her. My men would still be there to keep her safe.