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  Rust (King’s Harlots, #6)

  Copyright 2018, J.M. Walker

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  OTHER BOOKS IN THE KING’S HARLOTS SERIES:

  Warning: | Not suitable for readers under 18 years of age. | Keep ice water, snow or a cold shower near by. | May cause fantasies, fanning of one self and mild to extreme hot flashes. | You’re welcome.

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  Prologue | Greyson

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  Grim

  Rude

  Numb

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  Not suitable for readers under 18 years of age.

  Keep ice water, snow or a cold shower near by.

  May cause fantasies, fanning of one self and mild to extreme hot flashes.

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  To my readers.

  I can’t believe this is the last book in the series. It feels like just yesterday I was throwing ideas at Angie Stanton and having her read super early copies of Stone’s book, only to find out that that book wasn’t in fact about Stone, but Angel. I had scrapped it all and started over. Giving Angel and Jay the first book and now Stone and Creena the last book. It’s funny how things work out.

  These couples will forever be in my hearts. Although we will see some of them pop up every now and again in future books like Greyson’s story or Brogan and Coby’s son’s story, it won’t be the same. Not only did this series help me gain new readers but it also challenged me. Female motorcycle clubs are not the norm. And while my girls aren’t your typical MC, they’ve proven they can survive in a “man’s world”.

  There are so many people that have helped me along the way.

  Rachel Mizer for the stunning cover. I can’t believe I’ve had these covers for over a year and that it’s the last one. As always, it was a pleasure working with you.

  Wendi Lynn. Thank you for helping me perfect this story and for not disowning me with this one. ;)

  Christine Stanley with The Hype PR, thank you for pushing me and for helping me strive to be a better writer. I love you, poopy!

  Tammi Plummer, even though 2017 was a year with many trials, you helped me in every way you could. Your support never ceases to amaze me. Love you!!

  My beta readers. Angie Stanton, Joanne Thompson, Christina Gwin, thank you for helping me make Stone oh so much better!

  Twinsie Talk Book Reviews: You girls are my sisters. Forever and always.

  Lily White: Thank you for reading Rust and helping me perfect it.

  To the authors, bloggers and everyone else who helped me spread the word about this series. You all are amazing and I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me, the Harlots and Vice-One.

  My Jems. My readers. You’re support means everything to me. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. So thank you. For everything. And for putting up with my constant teasing. I love you all! And here’s to a new year with new books! And more chances for me to rip out your soul and bathe in your tears.

  You’re welcome.

  J.M.

  XX

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  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  EPILOGUE

  A STABBING PAIN thumped inside my head, trembling down the length of my spine. I groaned, rolling onto my stomach when I felt another body shift beside me. My heart gave a start. I picked through the memories of the night before, trying hard to remember what the hell had happened but came up short. All I knew was that I was hungover as fuck.

  My stomach churned, stale bile rising to my throat. I will not throw up. I will not throw up. Breathing through the impending nausea, I turned onto my side when I realized I was completely and utterly naked.

  I let out a soft sigh. I had gone home with men before only to wake up and leave without a word. Most of the time, I couldn’t remember my little rendezvous. Just like now. The ache between my legs let me know that either I got punched in the vagina or the guy was huge. Damn huge by the way my muscles protested every time I moved.

  The body beside me shifted again, turned toward me, and wrapped a heavy arm around my middle. He cupped my breast, running his thumb back and forth over my nipple. A shot of electricity surged through my body.

  At that point, everything inside
of me came alive. It was like the warmth from the man in bed with me sucked the hangover right out of me. The hairs on his legs scratched at my own. The heavy weight jutting forth from his pelvis pushed against my ass.

  I bit back a moan. But as much as I didn’t want to, I pulled his arm off of me.

  With my mouth as dry as a desert and the alcohol from the night before leaving an awful taste on my tongue, I ignored my body’s reaction to the guy and pushed out of bed.

  As soon as I stood, the room spun around me.

  It had been a long time since I’d gotten that drunk. After celebrating a friend’s wedding the night before, it was almost a given it would happen. But I still couldn’t imagine who I had gone home with. There was no one that I was even remotely close to being interested in. No one other than a guy I had become friends with and kept him in the friend zone because it was safe.

  Rising from the bed on shaky legs, I glanced back at the still form lying peacefully on the mattress. Sheets hung low on the man, just barely covering his ass. It was all I could make out in the dim lighting of the room.

  Desire unfurled deep in the pit of my belly. I only wished I could remember what we had done. And also find out who he was. All I could tell was that he was huge, taking up most of the bed.

  Squinting in the early morning darkness of the room, I searched until I found a T-shirt. As soon as I slipped it over my head, a breath escaped me. The scent of man, leather, and sex wafted into my nose, awakening every delicious fantasy I’d ever had for another person of the opposite sex.

  Holy. Shit.

  I had never reacted like that to a man’s scent before. Having my fair share of one-night stands, slipping into their shirts and stumbling in the dark the next morning was normal for me, but this was much more.

  Feeling around in the dark until I found a door, I opened it and slid my hand up the wall until coming in contact with a light switch. Flipping it on, I winced, the light burning my retinas.

  After my vision cleared, I gasped. A large en-suite bathroom stood before me. Who the hell is this guy?

  I pulled the door closed behind me and went in search of toothpaste. The jungle in my mouth needed to go and I needed to get home.

  Home.

  I hadn’t been living at home in weeks. My stomach tumbled. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the horror of the past couple of months back into the deep recesses of my mind. I couldn’t think about that shit now. Not with this hangover from hell.

  When my gaze landed on the old-fashioned claw bathtub, a whimper left my mouth. What I wouldn’t do for a bath.

  Instead, I searched through the drawers until I found a tube of toothpaste and brushed my teeth with my finger. After I cleaned myself up at least until I felt somewhat human, I opened the door, ready to meet the guy who had brought me home.

  As soon as I left the room, I bumped into a hard, tattooed, half-naked body. “Oh ...” I looked up and up until I met the eyes of the man who had made me weak in the knees from just his scent.

  Vincent Stone.

  Holy fucking fuck.

  A wicked grin spread on his too handsome face. Pushing me back into the bathroom, he kicked the door closed behind him.

  “I ...” I swallowed hard, the blood rushing through my body and banging in my ears.

  Tattoos of all intricate designs lined his skin. The beautiful masterpiece made my inner tattoo artist purr. I licked my lips, my eyes landing on the piercings in both of his nipples. He hid his exterior well, because I had no idea that he was inked or pierced.

  As he came toward me, I backed up.

  Once I hit the wall, I lifted my hands, but it didn’t stop him.

  Stone closed the distance between us, placing his hands on my hips, and brushed his nose into the crook of my neck. He inhaled, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. His nose moved down the length of my throat, under my chin, then up the other side. He scented me. He actually fucking scented me. If he wasn’t holding me, I would have melted at his feet.

  He lifted his head, his brows narrowing. “Hmm.”

  “What?” I asked, my hand fluttering to my throat.

  His gaze twinkled in the fluorescent bathroom lighting. “You smell like sex.”

  “Well” —I swallowed hard— “I imagine that’s what we did last night.”

  “You can’t remember?” he asked, his lips pulling up into a cheeky grin.

  “I ...” Memories of us dancing at the wedding came rushing back. Our friends, Angel and Genevieve, or Jay for short, finally tied the knot and I got shit-faced out of my damn mind to help celebrate. “I remember dancing with you.”

  Stone leaned down to my ear, his mouth brushing ever-so-slightly over the soft skin beneath it. With firm hands on my hips, he pulled me against him.

  When our hips touched, all thoughts about the night before were gone as the power between his legs proved he wasn’t done with me. His erection rubbed against my lower abdomen, igniting a burn I had never felt before. I wanted to climb him and make him take me like a fucking caveman. I cleared my throat, trying damn hard not to think about the package he was carrying beneath the fabric of his pants.

  “You couldn’t keep your hands off of me. I remember you grinding your ass into my crotch. You put my hands on your body. You showed me what you wanted, baby girl. What would make you moan.” He licked up the side of my neck. “And that made me hot as fuck.”

  Holy hell. I was in way over my head. No man had talked like that to me. Ever. “I ... I ...” Fuck, I couldn’t even speak in front of him. Stone had never been like this. Not with me. We flirted and became friends but nothing more. Both of us had been busy but now ...

  Stone pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Nothing to say?”

  “I don’t know what you want from me,” I whispered, entranced in his dark gaze.

  He grinned. “You sure had a lot to say last night.” He released me and took a step back before stretching his arms over his head. He leaned his head from side to side, the sound of a crack reverberating through the room. “I’ve always been into women who tell me what they want in bed but you ...” He winked, licking his lips, and let his eyes roam down my body.

  My cheeks heated. Before I became lost in his gaze again, I gave myself a shake and shook my head. “You could be lying. You probably don’t even remember everything and are just making up shit.” I went to step by him when he grabbed me from behind and pulled me back against him.

  “Does it feel like I’m lying?” he growled, pushing his pelvis into my ass.

  I gasped, a flush of heat washing over my skin. His erection pressed into my rear. All of it. All of him. Every inch of Stone pushed up against me.

  My heart raced, mixing in tune with the beat of his own.

  He lifted my shirt to my waist, landing a hard swat on the cheek of my ass.

  I whimpered, the burn from his palm sending a rush of heat through me.

  “Does it feel like I don’t want you again?” His hand brushed up my middle to my throat. “Fuck, Creena,” he groaned in my ear. “What the hell are you doing to me? One night with you and I’m fucking addicted. I want more.”

  Leaning my head against his shoulder, I grabbed his other hand from my hip and placed it on my lower abdomen.

  His breathing picked up, his hips moving back and forth against my ass.

  Something snapped inside of me to the point that it sent a flutter racing through me. I wanted to see how far I could take him until he broke. I was never into dominating in the bedroom but Stone made me want to push him until he pushed back. I threw all caution to the wind and ground back into him.

  He pushed me up against the door, inching his fingers lower.

  I stopped him, tightening my hold on his hand. As much as I wanted him inside me, I needed to see how far I could go before he snapped and completely lost control. “No.”

  A growl rumbled from his chest. Pushing his thumb into my mouth, he tilted my head back further. “You want me to fucking break. Yo
u keep rubbing your ass against me and I’m going to come right here. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to come in my pants.” His hot breath washed over me. “Or do you want me to come on your ass, baby girl? Want me to coat your skin with my release?”

  Fuck me. “I don’t give a shit,” I panted. “Just come for me. Come hard, Stone,” I told him, closing my lips around his thumb.

  “Fuck.” His mouth moved to the back of my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin. “I can taste the sweat from last night on your skin. Shit, Creena.” His hips pushed forward. Inching a hand under the fabric of the shirt I was wearing, his fingers dug into the flesh of my hip.

  I arched into him, his clothing covered cock rubbing between the cheeks of my rear. My heart hammered in my ears. One little move and I could have him back inside me. I could have him again, and this time I would remember it but, instead, I circled back against him.

  I had to regain control. This man was going to be my undoing. One word and I could be bent over the sink but I couldn’t. Not yet. I wanted to play with him.

  Stone wrapped his fingers around my throat, rubbing his hips back and forth. He stiffened, his cock swelling beneath his pants. A deep groan vibrated from the back of his throat. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

  I smiled, my heart jumping against my ribs. A flush crept up my neck at my newfound bravery over making him come.

  “Shit, woman.” Stone shook himself, stepping away from me. “I can’t believe you just actually fucking did that.”

  I laughed, the awkwardness no longer there.

  His gaze snapped to mine. “You think that’s funny, do you?”

  “I do.” I pulled down the shirt and patted him gently on the arm. “It’s okay. I’m sure you lasted longer than five minutes last night.”

  “Oh, just you fucking wait.” Stone ripped his pants down his legs and tossed them to the side. “Strip.”

  My mouth dropped, my gaze landing between his legs. “Wh-What?”

  Stone wrapped a hand around his now flaccid cock, tugging on a barbell piercing the head. “Keep staring at it like that it’s going to think you’re disgusted by it.”

  “I ...” My cheeks burned, my gaze meeting his once again. There was no way I could be disgusted by ... it.

  He chuckled. “Strip.”