King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(59)

He listened to what I had to say, but all he said in reply was, “Okay, well I’m going to round the kids up so we can make it to the movie on time. Are you good with me keeping them for two nights?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “I like this new thing we have going.”

“What?”

“Where you want to spend lots of time with them. They love it, too.”

“Yeah,” he said and then left me in peace.

I had no idea if he’d really listened to what I said, but a girl could hope. And pray. Maybe I should take that up.

I reached for my phone and sent King a text. I hadn’t sent him any today, and good God they were a good way to get him ready for me. He usually told me to stop sending him shit, but I had a sneaky suspicion he was starting to warm to them.



Me: Whatcha doing?



He took a good few minutes to come back.



King: Club shit

Me: Are you thinking about me?

King: Fuck, Lily I’m busy

Me: Well, for what it’s worth, I’m thinking about you. And I’m thinking it would be really freaking good if we played with some toys tonight. You don’t know this about me yet, but I have some. And while I know you’re a man who has all the goods, I think I have some you might like.



Three minutes passed.



King: Fucking hell woman

Me: You want pictures? Gimme a minute to get some for you.



He rang. “For fuck’s sake, I’m dealing with a fuckload of headaches today, and I don’t fucking need you to send me any pictures. And I really don’t fucking need to be thinking about you when I’m trying to sort this shit out. I’ll be over in about two hours, and I suggest you have a bag packed that contains whatever toys you want me to use on you tonight. We clear?”

Oh, man, we were crystal freaking clear.

But I was just like my daughter. I liked making him work for it.

“Just one question—would you prefer—”

“I have no fucking preference on any of this. So long as I have your cunt, I’m a happy fucking man.”

“Well, that was all you had to say,” I said with the biggest smile on my face. Who knew bossy men who liked filthy words would get me so damn hot?

“We done?”

Also, who knew a grumpy question like that would make me smile? King didn’t usually ask anyone if they were done with a conversation.

I had no idea where he was taking me, but I loved a good surprise, so I didn’t push him for more on that. “We’re done. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”



He was moody when he arrived to pick me up. But I was horny as hell after our phone call, even two hours on. So he could stalk around the place throwing orders out like a general all he liked; I didn’t care. Nothing was ruining my horny buzz.

I’d stopped drinking wine because the responsible side of me decided sitting on the back of a motorcycle drunk wouldn’t be the best idea. But Brynn and I had spent a good part of the last two hours talking and laughing over stuff, which meant I wasn’t quite ready when he rocked up.

He stood watching me in silence as I ran around my bedroom trying to locate clothes and stuff to pack. “Fuck, Lily, what have you been doing for the past two hours?”

I ignored his cranky tone and continued rifling through my underwear drawer for the exact right pair of panties that I really wanted to take with me. “Very important stuff, I’ll have you know.” I gave up on finding the underwear in that drawer and rushed out of the bedroom to the laundry where I did locate them. When I raced back to the bedroom, the glint in his eyes had shifted from pissed off to that intense look that got me excited. I slowed and placed my hand on his chest. “Why are you looking at me like that? Tell me what I did, because I need to file that information away for the next time you turn up here all moody and shit.”

He reached for the panties in my hand and took them off me. “How many pairs of these do you own?”

“One.”

“Buy more. In every fucking colour under the sun.”

I smiled and pressed my body against his, looping my hands around his neck. “You haven’t told me where you’re taking me tonight.”

His hand landed on my ass. He gripped it hard. “My place.”

That answer caused an explosion of butterflies in my tummy. Threading my fingers through his hair, I said, “I like that idea.”

His eyes searched mine, all the moodiness gone from them. “Yeah.” He then slapped my ass and said, “Now get this ass moving.”

I grabbed my panties from him and finished packing. Ten minutes later, we were on his bike heading towards his place. The level of anticipation I felt at seeing where King lived almost matched the level of need I had for him. Almost. Because nothing in this world matched that.

Traffic was a bitch, and it took us just under an hour to get to his place situated on the edge of the CBD that was, at most, thirty minutes from mine. As he pulled into the narrow lane, I glanced at the old converted warehouses lining it. Totally not what I was expecting. And that had to be one of the things about King I liked the most. I never knew what to expect. He was a constant surprise.

He pulled the bike into a garage that looked like a bike workshop with a wall of tools and parts. He also had some old couches and a bar fridge in here. An image of him kicking back with a beer and the guys filled my mind, and I wondered if he did that. So many things still to discover about this man.