King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(72)

He glanced at me. “You wanna watch?”

I smiled and shook my head. “I’m gonna check out the footy.”

“It hasn’t started yet.”

“Who’s playing?”

“The Bulldogs and Raiders.”

“You gonna watch with me?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” He went back to his show for a few moments before looking at me again. “We should get a movie tomorrow night.”

“Yeah. Your pick.”

He grinned. “Cool.” And then he was back to his show, and I flicked through the channels on the TV until I found what I was looking for.

Our peace was shattered when the girls all came in about fifteen minutes later. The couches filled with Lily, her sister, mother, and daughters, and the noise of their conversation drowned out the television. Robbie looked at me with a frustrated expression, and I nodded my agreement while taking a swig of beer.

Lily snuggled up to me on my other side, her hand curling over my thigh dangerously fucking close to my dick. The woman was lethal in her moves when she wanted to be.

“I’m just saying that maybe you should give the library dude another chance, Ma,” Brynn said.

It had been just over a month since she’d been shot, and she was doing well with her recovery. Lily had told me yesterday she was going back to work part-time next week.

“No,” Hannah said, “he didn’t open doors for me. You know I’m fussy about that.”

“God, Mum, I’m concerned you’re going to be single for the rest of your life with all the requirements you have,” Lily said.

Her mother’s lips pursed before she said, “Well, if you can find a man like King who looks after you the way he does, I can certainly keep searching until I do, too.”

Lily’s hand squeezed my thigh as she chuckled. “King doesn’t open doors. In fact, I doubt he would satisfy any of your requirements, so that just shows you that men can still be right for you even if they don’t tick boxes.”

I stretched my arm across the back of the couch as I ran my eyes over Lily’s body. She had on the tightest fucking T-shirt, and I struggled to keep my eyes off her tits.

“What do you think, King?” Brynn asked, drawing my attention to her. “Do you think Mum should hold out for her perfect man or acknowledge that perfection doesn’t exist?”

Fuck, how had I been wrangled into this conversation? “Check out how he is with his family. That’ll tell you a lot about how he’s likely to treat you down the track.”

Lily fucking squeezed my thigh again. That was after she slid it even fucking closer to my dick. And before she pressed a kiss to my lips and murmured, “I love you.”

I lifted her hand and removed it from my leg. Moving my mouth next to her ear, I muttered, “I’d love you a fuckload more if you stopped fucking with my dick when I can’t do anything about it.”

She curled her hand around my neck and blasted a smile at me. “Tonight we play five fucking questions and then you get to do whatever you want to me,” she said softly enough so only I heard.

I finished my beer. She didn’t know that tonight I’d only be playing one fucking question, and if she didn’t give me the answer I wanted, I’d fuck it out of her.



I stretched my legs out on Lily’s bed and rested my back against the headboard while I watched her fuck around getting ready for bed. We’d just taken a shower together where I’d warmed her up for the night. I planned a long night, but first I needed to get her to stop screwing around doing whatever the fuck she was doing.

“Lily,” I said, and waited for her eyes.

She didn’t give them to me, though. She carried on rifling through drawers.

“Lily,” I barked.

Her head snapped up and she turned to me instantly. “What?”

“Bed.”

“I’m just looking for the T-shirt I wanna wear tomorrow.”

“Leave it.”

My tone registered with her, and she hit me with a glare. “No. I don’t wanna be running around in the morning, stressing over finding shit. You can wait five minutes for me. And besides, you’ve already had your way with me tonight.”

I moved off the bed and closed the distance between us. Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her and gripped both her wrists, halting her movements. Mouth to her ear, I growled, “I haven’t had my way with you yet, not even fucking close. I need at least two hours with your cunt before we’re even talking close, so stop what you’re doing and get your ass on the bed.”

She finally fucking did what I said, and I positioned us so she straddled me while I sat how I had been before. Placing her hands on my bare chest, she said, “You’re lucky I like your bossy, filthy mouth. I’m not sure there are many women out there who would put up with it.”

“I only want one woman, and she’s the one who can’t get enough of my mouth.”

“Let’s not get carried away.”

I arched a brow. “I stop giving you my mouth in any way for a month and you’d lose your shit.”

She wiggled her ass, grinding herself against my dick. Gripping my face, she said, “You stop giving me your mouth for even a day and you’d lose your shit.”