Lost

Mazikeen

I’m not sure how long King has been riding us around, and I feel like he has no place in mind for where to go. Maybe he does, and he is just riding around to try and give me the sense of freedom and escape I need.

By the time he stops, it’s dark, and we’re on an abandoned dirt road. We’ve not spoken since we got on the bike, which I needed. I’ve gone over everything and considered the way forward.

I know I need to walk from Edward if he is insistent on keeping Lucinda around. My focus right now needs to be to ensure that he realises I mean it.

So, I will give him a week to decide whether to go with her or me.

“Come on, babe, got somethin’ to show ya,” King says as he lifts me off the bike before swinging his leg over and climbing off it himself. He begins walking, and I follow. Ten minutes later, he stops and points forward. “Vellichor, the entire town from up ‘ere looks like nothin’. Not when ya see what surrounds it,” he explains.

I know what he is saying. The town is nothing compared to everything else. It’s surrounded by nothing but wilderness; you can just make out the town where my parents live in the distance, and Vellichor, in comparison to everything surrounding it, is nothing.

“You see babe, whatever ya issues are, see them as Vellichor, small compared to the entirety of everythin’ in ya life.”

“Thank you, King. Can I ask you something?” I want to know more about him.

“Anythin’ babe,” he smiles at me as we sit on the edge of the cliff and watch everything.

“Why do most call you King and not Ezekiel?” I glance at him.

“My dad is King. As the oldest, the plan was for me to take over, so the entire club called me Baby King. Some still do, others call me king and him big king.” He shrugs like it’s nothing.

“You said the plan was for you to take over? Isn’t it now?” I ask. He said it in a way that made it sound like that isn’t the plan anymore. Has something happened and changed?

“Got a head on me, babe, Dad thinks I should keep cultivating my mind and shit. I’m patched in and help out, but he’s wantin’ me to get degrees and shit,” he explains, and I nod.

“It seems like a good idea. What do you want?” I turn to look at him, and his lip twitches into a smile. I regret that question.

“You, but ya playing hard to get babe. I want to get a degree, but the club is my life, the brothers are my family, and the thought of walkin’ away isn’t in me babe,” he explains as his hand moves and strokes the hair out of my face.

“You have a brother, right?” I ask, and he nods.

“I have a lotta brothers, Miss,” he smirks. “Yeah, got a brother, he’s fifteen, sister too, she’s seventeen.” His fingers move in my hair, and my head instinctively tilts to the side, which makes his fingers stroke down my neck.

His head leans forward, and I feel his nose run along my neck. “I could die in ya scent, babe,” he whispers, and I smile. “Maybe I have, and this is heaven?” He mumbles before kissing my neck.

“King, this isn’t right,” I whimper, feeling him kiss along my collarbone.

“Why not Miss?”

“Because you’re my student,” I remind him.

“Know that Miss, would it help if I dropped out?”

Turning, I stare at him. “You do not drop out, King! I mean that.” I swear that if he stops going, I will hunt him down.

He smirks at me and nods. “See babe, I want ya. You’re usin’ me being a student as an excuse Miss, so I quit, then ya have no reason to refuse,” he says before leaning closer and kissing my neck.

“King, I’m twenty-eight, an adult and you’re nineteen, still practically a boy,” I have nothing else to use as an argument. He shifts beside me, pushing me back until I’m laid beneath him.

“I’m sure, I said I ain’t a boy, babe.” His hand stokes up my leg, the skirt I’m wearing lifting as he does. His fingers massage my sex, keeping my panties in place.

My hips push up, as his fingers continue to move, his over hand grips mine, and places it over his jeans so I can feel his hardness. I grasp him, stroking along his jeans.

His fingers slide inside of my underwear and thrust into me. My hips push higher, trying to take his fingers deeper. His lips find mine, and I cry out as his tongue plunges into my mouth and caresses mine. It’s quick. It’s been too long, and within a minute, I’m crying out in pleasure and gripping him tighter. He groans and rocks his hips. His fingers slow before stopping and removing.

What the hell am I doing? I’m married, I’m his professor, and he’s nearly ten years younger than me. He shifts and smiles down at me. I can’t help but grin back at him. His head lowers, his nose runs along my neck, and I hear him breathing in deep.

My head turns, and I settle against him. I find myself inhaling his scent, vanilla and something that can only be him. It overpowers me and seems to help me relax. I don’t want to leave, but I know I have to.

I need to go home, give Edward a warning—a real one—and then wait and see what he thinks. What will he do? Maybe I just need to walk anyway and give up on the entire marriage.

“Come on, babe, let’s get ya back to where ya car is.” He jumps up and pulls me with him. Soon, I’m back on the bike, and my body is wrapped around his. Getting to the bar where I was, he stops beside my car and smiles.

I climb from the bike, and he follows, stopping by my car. His hands grasp the hood, and he leans his forehead against mine.

“So we doing this, Miss?” He says while smirking.

“King...” God, I don’t know what to say.

“What babe? Need more convincing?” He asks while smirking.

“I’m not in your world, King. Look at me. I belong in those posh parties, where everyone whispers while they talk and no one dares to swear,” I explain, and he laughs.

“You belong where ya want to, babe; there’s nothing wrong with you mincing, babe and being rough. You can do both, and they work together.” His lips find mine, and I moan into his mouth as his hand tangles into my hair. My hand strokes up into his hair, and he groans, rocking his hips against me.

He steps back and smirks. “Get in; I’ll follow ya back. Ensure you get in safe,” he says, and I nod.

I get in the car and drive home, and sure enough, he follows. I see him at the end of the drive, watching me as I walk into the house. Tonight was amazing, but I know it’s wrong.