King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(37)

“Fucking hell,” he muttered. He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to. I may not have known a great deal about King yet, but I’d worked out the inflections in his tone and his body language. And while I couldn’t see him, I could hear the desire in his voice.

“You busy right now? I could stop by for a few minutes if you aren’t. I won’t stay long.” My tummy knotted a little as the words fell out of my mouth. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to force my way in and steal his time when he was busy with the club. And I certainly didn’t want to come across as a needy woman who always had to be with her man, but damn, I really wanted to see him.

“I’m never too busy for you. Get your ass over here.”

And holy shit just like that, he caused an almighty whoosh of lust deep in me. He might have said a lot of filthy stuff to me, but he also had a way of saying exactly what I needed to hear sometimes.

“Okay,” I agreed softly and hung up.

He’s never too busy for me.

Oh God.

This man.





17





Lily





The club was partying tonight. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. There had to be at least twenty guys and just as many women here, drinking and laughing as they celebrated something. I wondered if it was someone’s birthday, and then my mind jumped to the fact I didn’t know when King’s birthday was. There were a lot of things I didn’t know about him yet, and suddenly I wanted to know every last one of them.

A couple stumbled out the front door as I entered. His hands were all over her; they barely noticed me there. That was the kind of passion I’d always wanted in my life, and I smiled as I thought about King and how he’d given me that.

“Lily.”

I glanced up to find Devil standing in front of me, watching me with a smile that lit his face. “Hey, Devil, is King around?”

“You mean you don’t wanna hang out with me?” He winked as he said that. I also didn’t miss the slur in his words.

I grinned, liking this fun side to him. “I’m sure you’ve got someone willing to do that.”

His smile grew and his eyes flashed with happiness. “I do,” he said, turning to point towards a group of women. “She’s right over there.” I struggled to hear him over the beat of the music, but I didn’t miss the happiness in his voice that matched what I’d seen in his eyes.

I also didn’t miss seeing King who sat at the table next to the one the women were at. He was with two other guys, leaning back in his chair, beer in hand, legs stretched out in front of him, causal in a way that wasn’t normal for King. His eyes were firmly on me, watching with an intensity that was anything but casual.

Without another word to Devil, I drifted across to King, my mind and body completely focused on him and him alone. Being here in his clubhouse with all his people around him, and none of mine, nerves fluttered in my chest. Or maybe that was simply because of the way he watched me. I wasn’t sure. But I needn’t have been, because he put me at ease the moment he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. The kiss he claimed eased any remaining nerves.

I shifted a little in his embrace to make myself more comfortable before grasping his face and saying a little breathlessly, “I like it when you do that.”

His hold on me tightened and he took a swig of his beer as his eyes dropped to my chest. “You wore that to work?”

I looked down at the V-neck blouse I’d worn today and then frowned at him. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s fucking see-through for one. And for two, it’s hanging so fucking low every asshole can get eyes on your tits.”

I arched a brow as I pulled away from him a little. “Whoa there, it’s not hanging low. And no one has had their eyes on my tits, thank you very much.”

It was his turn to lift a brow. “Of course they fucking have.” He ran the bottom of his beer bottle over the swell of one of my breasts, pushing the blouse to the side. The cool, wet glass left drops of water on my skin. It did little to cool the heat between us, though. “Your top falls to the side like a fucking hooker’s legs fall open. You bend over with a patient like you did with Skylar, and he cops a fucking eyeful.”

“I can assure you that does not happen.”

“Bullshit, Lily. Only a fucking gay man wouldn’t take an opportunity like that.”

“So you’re telling me this is what you did while I worked with Skylar in the hospital?”

“I didn’t get the chance. You didn’t wear this top.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I can’t tell if you’re shitty about this and trying to lay down the law about what I wear—which, for the record, if you are, don’t—or whether you’re just telling me how you feel about this, or whether you’ve had a few drinks and are simply sharing your thoughts as they come to you. I mean, I don’t think you’re shitty. You don’t really seem it, but help me out—tell me what’s going on here.”

“I’m not telling you what to wear. I’m just telling you your top is see-through and hanging low.”

“Seriously? That’s all that was?” I couldn’t work out if I was disappointed there wasn’t more to it, or if I was relieved he hadn’t tried to boss me about my clothes. And that made me feel like a crazy freaking woman. I mean, what woman wants to go to battle with their man over the clothes they choose to wear?