Page 20 of Lost King

I wake to Emerson safely tucked into my side. Knowing Prez needed us in church again before the start of everyone's day this morning so we can go over what the next steps the club should take against those other bikers, I try to slide my body from the bed without disturbing her. Just as my arm is almost free from under the pillow she has her head on, Emerson wiggles her tight round ass across my morning stiffy.

"Mmm, don't go. Stay a little longer," Emerson rasps. Her needy tone causes my dick to twitch.

I run the palm of my hand over the curve of her hip and pull her closer, pressing my cock against her backside. "How can I say no," I kneed her ass cheek in the palm my hand, "when you wiggle this ass against my cock like that woman." I press my lips against the warmth of her skin and kiss my way across the top of her shoulder, then to the curve of her neck. Stopping there, I breathe her in.

Reaching her hand back, Emerson turns her head, takes a hold of my hair and brings my mouth to hers. Slowly I caress her skin. My hand glides from her hip, past her lower abdomen, and makes contact with her bare pussy. Moving my finger in circles, I begin to manipulate her clit. Laying on her side, with her back to my front, I lift Emerson's leg, opening her up to me. I press the tip of my cock to her entrance, close my eyes, and relish the feel of her tight heat as I slowly sink into her. "Fuck, Sunshine. Your pussy squeezes my cock just right." Bringing her leg back to rest over my hip, I pull out then thrust into her once again.

"Oh god, Quinn," she moans.

"You like that?" I pull out leaving only the tip of my cock inside her for a moment then thrust upwards with so much force the headboard slams against the wall. My hand reaches for hers, and I bring it down helping her stroke her swollen clit beneath our hands. "I wanna watch you touch yourself while I fuck you, Sunshine." Letting go, I watch her take over.

"I'm close, Quinn," Emerson pants.

Pure need for her pleasure—to satisfy her, pumps through my veins. Grabbing her leg under her knee, I lift her leg higher. "Give it to me, Sunshine," I demand of her, Fucking her harder, causing her pussy to flutter before clamping down on my cock sending me over the edge right along with her and we climax together.

Gaining control of our breaths, we lay still for a moment. It doesn't take long for my cock to be thirsty for more and it starts to swell once again. Rolling Emerson under my body, I sink into her pussy. This time I make love to her; slowly taking my time with her already sensitive body. With my lips never leaving hers, I bring her to another release.

After several minutes of holding each other, a relaxed and sated, Emerson's wispy breaths tell me she has fallen asleep. I smile for a moment and watch the hairs that have fallen across her face move with each exhale and I admire the greatest treasure I've ever held. Just as quickly anger bubbles inside me because of the presence of a dirty motherfucker; someone who has had his filthy hands on my woman before; someone who dares call himself a biker—a man. He and a few of his no-good buddies have come to town stirrin' up shit and making threats. With my last breath, I'll protect what is mine.

This time I make it out of bed without waking Emerson. Throwing on some clothes and lacing up my boots, I shrug my cut on, quietly leave the room and head downstairs.

It's no surprise to me either when I make it to church and walk in and find the rest of the men waiting on me.

"Good of you to finally join us," Prez grumps, a little irritated at my lateness.

I can't help but wear a shit eatin' grin as to my reason for being late this morning. I swear I'm in a perpetual state of always sporting a hard-on because of my woman. Looking around the room, I notice my brothers sportin' shit eatin' grins of their own. They know what I was up to. Hell, most of them probably had their fill this morning too. Remembering the look on Prez's face and the fact that we do have more pressing things to deal with I squash my instinct to make a joke and plant my ass in my seat next to Reid and instead offer an apology. "Sorry about that, Prez. I'll try not to let it happen again."

Crackin' a grin of his own, Prez eyeballs me. "Make sure that you don't," He lets out a deep sigh before addressing the room. "I've decided we need to have a sit down with the Satans Reapers. I believe the only way to deal with this is head on straight through the bullshit. I'm not about to beat around the bush with these dickheads."

The rest of us look to one another. All knowing this is the best course of action. The Kings don't back down. Not from anyone.

"I found out they've been camped out in an RV park located on the other side of Flathead," Reid informs us all.

"Alright," Prez turns his attention towards Gabriel who's sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. "Gabriel, get the word out that I want a sit down with whoever is calling themselves their leader. I want this to happen today," his finger taps the table top as he barks his order.

"Somethin' tells me these fuckers aren't going away quietly, Prez," Logan scratches the beard he's been sporting for a few months now.

"I smell trouble too," I add. The vibes I get from those grade A assholes are not good ones.

"Quinn," Prez grabs my attention, "Go with Gabriel. For safety reasons," he looks at each of us, "I don't want any brother on the roads alone. We only know of a few that are in town, but we don't know if there may be more. Eyes open and have each other's backs." The gavel cracks against the wooden surface of the table bringing church to a close.

Being on semi-lockdown like we are puts a kink in all our day to day lives. We all have jobs. Club member's kids have school, and when shit like this goes down, it disrupts everything. Knowing all this, I head off Gabriel, asking him to give me thirty minutes to check in on my woman. Knowing he wants to do the same with his family, he gives me a nod, and we go our separate ways. I make my way back up the stairs towards my room. Quietly, I open the door and slip in only to find Emerson up and dressed; her hair still dampened from grabbing a shower while I was gone. She looks up from tying her shoes as the door clicks closed behind me.

"Oh, hey," she smiles.

"You tryin' to go somewhere, Sunshine?" I ask her, cocking my head to the side.

Letting out an exasperated sigh Emerson stands. "I'm needed at the hospital."

I calm myself. Everything in me wants to keep her safe, especially today, but her job is saving lives, and that's one thing I can't change or turn my back on. "I have to take care of club business today, but since I know you need to go, I won't stop you."

Emerson makes her way towards me and wraps her arms around my waist. "Is this something you can't talk about?" she stretches on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Tightening my hold on her, I deepen the kiss.

"Not yet. But—" I say after pulling back and looking into her eyes. Her eyebrow raises waiting for me to finish.

"But?" she inquires.

"One of my brothers will take you to work today and hang around."