King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(26)

Her shoulders lifted and then dropped as she let out a long breath, almost like she’d been holding it forever. “She’s confused and not really with it.” She gave me a small smile. “But she’s awake and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, because that really was all that fucking mattered.

She reached for the milk after she finished her smoke. “Are you hungry? I put some steak and veges in the oven for you.”

I closed the space between us and grabbed her around the waist. I needed my hands on her. Hell, I needed a lot more than that, but it was what I had to settle for. “I’m fucking starving.”

She stared up at me, aware I wasn’t referring to food. Her eyes flared with the same heat running through me. She surprised me when she said softly, almost hesitantly, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

I tightened my hold on her. “Never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Continuing to watch me with uncertainty, she said, “I’ve only ever dated a handful of guys in my life, and have mostly been with Linc, so I’m not experienced in this whole relationship thing, but I will tell you one thing—I don’t do games. I’m not saying that’s what you’re doing, at all, but I am saying, the idea of you walking away again hurts. It hurt the first time you did it, and I don’t wanna go through that again. So if you’re—”

I put my finger to her mouth. “I don’t like games either, and I don’t engage in them. I’m not going anywhere, Lily. And if you ever mention those motherfuckers you dated again, I’ll put you over my fucking knee and spank that out of you.” Bending my head, my lips grazed her ear as I growled, “You’re mine now, and I don’t fucking share.”

Her hands found my face and she took hold of it so she could direct my mouth to hers. Her grip was hard, determined, and when our lips met, she kissed me with an urgency and passion she hadn’t yet. This kiss was hot as hell, and all I wanted to do was rip her clothes off, lay her the fuck down, and slam my dick inside her.

I gave her a minute longer with my lips than I should have before tearing myself away. Jesus, it had been hard enough not having her last night—I had no fucking idea how I’d make it through tonight without getting my fill of her.

“Fuck, woman, don’t kiss me like that when I can’t do anything with it,” I rasped as I took a step away from her.

She watched me, breathless and just as aroused as I was. “Well don’t tell me I’m yours and that you don’t fucking share. That shit is hot and makes me wanna climb you.”

Jesus fuck.

“We need to move this inside,” I muttered as I put my hands to her hips and spun her around.

“You do realise that manhandling me only gets me hotter, right?” she threw over her shoulder as we walked inside.

I ignored that and focused on getting us inside so I could eat my dinner and take my mind off screwing the hell out of her. There was only so much a man could take when he was as hard as I was, and I’d reached my limit. At this point, I was calling on divine fucking intervention, and that was saying something, because like I’d told Lily today, I didn’t believe in that shit.

Robbie came screaming into the kitchen as we entered, irritation plastered across his face. After a quick glance at me, he grumbled, “Mum! Zara won’t get out of the bathroom, and I want to have a shower.”

Lily looked at her son. “She only just hopped in the shower. You need to give her some time.”

His eyes widened. “But I need a shower now!” He’d worked himself up into a state over this and looked like he was about to completely lose his shit.

Lily wrapped her hands around his biceps and bent so she could look him in the eyes. “Baby, take a deep breath.” When he refused and simply stared at her, she said, “Robbie, we’ve talked about this. Being part of a family means we have to make allowances for each other, and learn to compromise and share. Just because you’re ready to have a shower right now, doesn’t mean you can. Sometimes our plans don’t fit with each other’s, so we have to rework them. You understand that, right?”

His lips flattened as he stared at her. He seemed caught in that place where kids know they’re wrong but don’t want to admit it. Finally he nodded. “I do, but I don’t like it.”

I fought back a smile. I liked his style. I also liked her patience with him.

Lily stood and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah, buddy, I get that. There’s a lot of things I don’t like, too, but that’s life and we just have to learn to work with it.”

He grumbled something I couldn’t figure out as he stomped out of the kitchen.

Lily sighed as she watched him go. She then turned to me and said, “You want a beer with your steak?”

“You drink beer?”

“No. I picked some up on the way home. I figured you probably drank it and might want some. I mean, I have no idea if you do or what you’d prefer, but the guy in the shop told me which ones were his bestsellers so I ran with one of them.” She paused for a moment, thinking, before adding, “Mum probably has some whisky in the house if you want that instead.”

Fucking hell, this woman.

I jerked my chin. “I’ll have a beer.”

“You don’t want me to look for some whisky?”