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Kingsley

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In the distance, birds cried, echoing off the mountain. Besides the wild animals, they were alone on the mountain peak.

Kenna moved on top of him in a tireless rhythm. Kingsley gripped the curve of her waist, pulling her down and lifting her up.

The wind whispered through her hair, spreading the strands over her shoulders. His cock pulsed inside of her.

Lifting his head, he ogled the sight of her pussy squeezing down on him. Her wet juices coated his dick. He could feel the tension building in Kenna, her muscles tightening, her breaths growing deeper. The moment was near, and he held back, savoring the anticipation.

He moved his right hand, skimming her clit with his thumb. She ground down on him, moaning.

Her pussy spasmed. Pleasure curled his toes in his boots.

Suddenly, she arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed. A soft moan escaped her lips. He thrust up one final time and came inside her.

Her whole weight came down on him. His balls throbbed, totally spent.

Her pussy pulsed to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He rubbed her hips and let his head fall back against the ground.

She flopped forward, laying on his chest. His breathing returned to normal, and he exhaled heavily.

Dark clouds covered the sky as he lay there, feeling the earth move underneath him. A storm was coming.

Today was exactly what they needed after throwing themselves into a regular routine. Kenna worked at the bar, and he dived back into handling club business and keeping Gem Haven running.

"When we get married, I want to hyphenate my name with yours." She sat up. "I want to be Kenna Jade Pruitt-Stafford. It's who I am."

He grinned. "I like the sound of that."

She moved off him. He pushed to his feet and tucked his dick in his jeans.

"So, when are we getting married?" She wiggled into her shorts and picked up her shirt, shaking the dust off it.

"What's your hurry?"

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "You're old. We're wasting time."

He burst out laughing and fastened his belt. "Brat."

"I'm just saying, you're the one who said we're getting married. I thought it would be nice—"

"As soon as the campground closes for the season. We can go into town and have the judge marry us or Barney can say a few words. Whatever you want."

"Barney? The old man who doctored Zora's ankle?"

"The same," he said.

"Can he do it here? On the mountain peak? I want to be married in Gem Haven." She moved closer, putting her hands on his sides and holding him in front of her. "This is our place and it's beautiful here. We could stand on the edge overlooking all the land."

A raindrop hit his forehead. He looked up into the sky.

"I don't want it fancy. I'll wear a dress, but not a white one, and you can wear your leather vest with your newer black jeans. We can invite the members and Big John. Of course, Zora, too. Maybe afterward we can—"

Thunder rumbled. She jumped, looking up into the sky.

"We need to get under cover." He took her hand and led her to the Harley.

A flash of light lit up the air. He got on the motorcycle and held out his hand. When the lightning started, it was dangerous to be on the top of the mountain. They needed to get back home and under cover of the trees.

"Hold on." He turned the bike around and rode out toward the main road.

The raindrops got bigger and landed harder. He should've watched the sky better, but he got caught up in making love with Kenna.

Once on the road, he shifted gears. Kenna shrieked behind him. They were already soaked.

Five minutes later, he rolled to a stop inside the garage. Turning off the Harley, he toed the kickstand.

Kenna slid off, pulling at her wet shirt. Her hair hung straight, plastered to her head. She never looked more beautiful.

He held out his hand. "Let's run to the house."

Now that he had her safe from danger, he enjoyed the way her shirt was tight against her breasts. She laughed, splashing mud and water with each step. Under the overhang of the deck, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

"You're soaked." She laughed.

"Let's go up and take a warm shower." He opened the front door and stopped.

Zane and River sat at the bottom of the steps. He tucked Kenna under his arm.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I tried to set up a visit with Dad and was told he doesn't have any approved visitation rights." Zane scoffed. "Looks like the old man got himself in trouble again."

"That doesn't surprise me." He shook the rain off his hair. "I'm going to take Kenna up and dry off. There's a hell of a storm going on out there."

Zane moved off the steps, making room for them to get up the stairs. "Yeah, I'm waiting it out. Then, we're going to the clubhouse to play a game of pool with the others. River wants to see what it's like on Friday nights."

River smiled at her sister. "Do you want to come?"

Kenna looked at him and shrugged. "It's up to Kingsley."

"Yeah, we could go for a while." He led her up the steps. "We'll probably grab something to eat at the bar first and then head over."

At the top of the stairs, Kenna dashed forward. He hung back, stripping his clothes off in the bedroom. The water turned on in the shower. She was already getting warm. Carrying his wet clothes to the hamper beside the dresser, he spotted her sketchbook open and glanced at the drawing.

No one needed to tell him it was Big John. She'd drawn him on his Harley. The likeness was striking.

After finding out about the relationship with the girls, his vice president went back to the cabin he lived in behind the clubhouse and continued to drink himself stupid every day. He and Zane wouldn't let him continue much longer, but the man deserved to mourn his sister in his own way.

"King?"

He turned away from the drawing and walked into the bathroom naked. Right now, he was going to enjoy his time with Kenna.

His fiancé.

For years, he'd known she belonged to him. He only had to wait until she grew up and realized it, too.