King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(38)

He shifted positions swiftly, catching me off guard. Sitting up straight with his body to mine, he reached his hand into my blouse and cupped my breast as he growled, “I don’t like anyone’s eyes on your tits but mine. Wear whatever the fuck you want, but I catch a motherfucker copping a look, he’ll wish he didn’t.”

I gripped his biceps, heat rushing through me. King’s possessiveness turned me on so damn much, and that was completely unexpected. On top of that, his public display of sticking his hand down my top also freaking turned me on. I’d never been with a man who did that kind of thing, and I decided then and there, I was all for it.

“King!” Someone called out to him, and he slowly turned to see who it was. It was like he didn’t want to take his eyes off me for even a second.

I dropped my gaze to his neck, inspecting the tattoos there. King’s body was covered in them, and each time I looked at them, I saw something extra. Today I realised the eagle tattoo on one side of his neck was layered with a skull and dream catcher underneath. I traced my fingers over it, admiring the beauty in the design.

King lifted his chin at the guy speaking to him before smacking my leg and saying, “I need to go have a conversation. I’ll be back soon.”

I moved off his lap so he could stand, and he strode purposefully out of the bar without another glance my way. I decided a drink was a good idea. I wasn’t an extrovert, and being surrounded by all these people I didn’t know was a little intimidating, so I made my way to the bar and waited a few minutes for the woman behind it to serve me.

The dark-haired woman met me with a smile. “What can I get you?”

“A Jack and Coke, please.”

Her smile grew as she pulled a glass out. “I’m impressed.”

I frowned. “With what?”

She slowed her movements and met my gaze with a serious expression. “The woman King’s dating has manners.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that or of her. “What does that mean? Why wouldn’t I? And what makes you think we’re together?”

She grinned again and made my drink. Sliding it to me, she leant across the bar a little and said, “I’ve never seen King like that with a woman. Never seen him give his complete attention to one the way he just did with you. Everyone noticed, babe, because none of us have seen that. And let’s just say, King’s manners leave a lot to be desired, so I’m fucking impressed he managed to score someone who knows her pleases and thank-yous.”

Deciding I liked her style of honesty, I returned her smile. Lifting the drink, I said, “How much do I owe you?”

She shook her head and shooed me away with a flick of her hand. “Nothing. I’m pretty sure my boss would want your drinks on the house.”

A red-headed woman arrived at the bar, moving in between me and the man to my right. “Hey, Kree, two J?gerbombs please, honey.” Then turning to me, she hit me with a huge smile and said, “One of those is for you by the way, so don’t go anywhere.”

“For me?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I wanna have a drink with the woman who made King smile.” Before I could say anything to that, she reached for my hair and pulled a few strands to the side, and said, “Goodness, you need to tell me what products you use on your hair. It’s so silky. I do so much shit to mine that I swear it’s gonna start falling out.”

And just like that, this woman made me feel welcome and put me at ease. “Thanks for the drink. I’m Lily by the way, and I’m not sure I actually saw King smile today so you may be wrong there.”

She laughed. “Oh honey, you are gonna fit right in here. And yeah, your man totally smiled. You just missed it because you were too busy being all flustered by his hand down your top.”

I took the J?gerbomb Kree placed in front of me and lifted it up with a questioning look at the woman. “Two questions. What the hell is in this? And what is your name? I mean, by the time I’m finished with this drink, I may not remember it, but I’m gonna give it a good shot.”

She lifted her drink, too. “It’s J?ger and Red Bull, and just drink it down in one go, okay? Like, trust me on this. And I’m Monroe, but you can call me Roe.”

I eyed the drink. “Am I gonna make it to work in the morning?”

Another laugh escaped her lips. “Honestly, what’s one day in the whole year with a hangover?”

A blonde woman joined us and said, “Not that my cousin only ever has one day a year with a hangover.”

Monroe glanced at her. “Oh shush, Tatum. I’ve almost found a J?ger buddy. Don’t ruin this for me when none of you bitches will drink it with me.”

“Wait,” I said, looking at Tatum, “is this gonna taste bad?” God, the woman was beautiful with her long, blonde hair, stunning features, and gorgeous tattoos. I decided I wanted to be Tatum when I grew up.

She pulled a face and nodded. “Yeah, it’s fucking awful.”

“Shit,” I muttered. And then to Monroe, I said, “Okay, let’s do this.” And with that, I took her advice and downed the drink in one go. She did the same, and when she hit me with a questioning look afterwards, I pulled a face and said, “I agree with Tatum—it’s fucking bad—but I’m willing to go another round to see if it improves.”