King (Grit Chapter Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

Thinking about having a man by her side, someone strong and opinionated, someone who made her feel this tightness in her gut, this flutter in her heart, had heat filling her.
    Be realistic. You think King wants anything to do with you aside from the easy piece of ass you gave him?
    She closed her eyes, knowing that was the truth. She’d stay two weeks, enjoy her time with her friend, make a little money, and then she’d be off to explore more of the world. She didn’t need anything more than what she enjoyed.
    But even thinking that had her feeling a little detached.

    K ing sat behind the desk in the meeting room and went over some paperwork, a half empty bottle of vodka on the table beside him. He hadn’t bothered with a cup and shouldn’t be thinking about anything aside the orders for the hardware store they’d dipped their fingers in.
    Trying to clear his mind, he reached for the bottle and took a drink straight from it. The hardware store was a newer venture for the club, something that was legit, and a place to clean any dirty money they had rolling in. The original owner, Hank, was old and had been diagnosed with cancer. It was a shitty outcome, but they’d known the man for years. He’d helped them out many times, and getting into business with Hank would mean his business wouldn’t go under. The club would make sure his legacy stayed alive, and they’d also have a good place to clean their money for the business.
    But staring at the paperwork didn’t help his concentration, because all he could think about was Clara. It had been less than twenty-four hours since they’d fucked, and although he’d been with plenty of women, had never had any attachment to them, there was something different about Clara. She made his stomach tighten, his heart beat a little faster, and the very thought of her being with any other motherfucker made him see red.
    He grabbed a joint and brought it to his lips, lighting up the end and then inhaling deeply. Leaning back on the chair and staring at the wall across the room, he pictured her in his head. He’d gone with her and Vicky to the motel to drop her off. Vicky had complained, wanting her to stay at the clubhouse, but Clara was headstrong. He liked that about her, like a strong woman that knew what she wanted in life, and Clara definitely did.
    He took another drink from the bottle, his body relaxed, but his need for her just as strong as it had been hours before. Thinking about going to that motel room and fucking her senseless played through his head, but for as much as he wanted her he wasn’t about to rush her either, not in that way. He may not be in love with her, but he definitely felt something instant with her, something he’d never felt with any other woman before. There was something magnetic, electric with Clara, and fuck did it turn him on. He could see her not giving in easily, could see that resistance that made his cock hard. As it was the fucker was like a steel rod between his thighs, wanting to be buried in her tight, wet cunt.
    Of course, keeping her at the clubhouse had its perks, and thinking about her in his bed for the next two weeks sounded like a good fucking idea, but she’d come to him on her own, just like she had tonight. He had patience, and he knew one thing without a doubt ... he wanted Clara for more than one night.
    And when King wanted something he wasn’t going to stop until it was his.

Chapter Seven

    “Y ou could come to the clubhouse,” Vicky said.
    “Not going to happen.” Clara moved around the motel room, grabbing some of her makeup, and walking toward the mirror. She had only been in Grit for twenty-four hours, and surprisingly, and very gratefully, had been able to find a temporary position at a hardware store. The sweet old man, Hank, had given her a job on the spot, after she had answered only a few questions. It was really funny, to be honest. He would only hire her if she could point to different tools and give him