King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC 6)

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?”

I shook my head. “I’m good with beer.”

Something I said, or my tone, caused her to slow down and hit me with a smile that shot warmth to my gut. “Okay.”

She then busied herself heating my dinner, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and brought it all to the table for me. I sat on my ass and watched her every movement, paying special attention to her ass and legs that were painted with those tight-as-fuck jeans she liked to wear. As hard as I tried, I failed at not allowing my mind to wander back to last night when I’d had my hand in her pants. She hadn’t wanted to admit how much she wanted me. I’d known it wouldn’t take long to break her down though, because it was clear as fucking day that she wanted my hands on her.

“What are you thinking?” she asked as she placed my meal in front of me.

I hooked my arm around her and pulled her onto my lap. She came easily, sliding into place like she was made to be there, arm around my neck, tits pressed against me, smile blazing just for me. Moving my free hand to her throat, I ran my fingers over her collarbone and said, “I was thinking about our fingers deep inside you and about how much I need to taste you again.”

She bit her lip, and fuck if that didn’t hit my veins with a craving I knew wouldn’t be satisfied tonight. “I’ve never been with a man who has a filthy mouth like yours.”

My grip around her neck tightened. “Pretty fucking sure I told you never to mention another man to me again,” I growled, shocked as shit at the possessiveness sitting deep in my gut.

Heat radiated from every inch of her and she brought her mouth close to mine. “It needs to be said that you’re hot when you’re jealous.” As the last word fell from her lips, she kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine in ways that made me think of it on my dick.

Fuck.

Lily had me all worked up to the point I could hardly fucking think straight. Dragging my mouth from hers, I smacked her ass and ordered, “Off. I need a moment without you wiggling that pretty ass of yours all over my dick.”

She raised her brows, her lips twitching with a smile. “If I’m not mistaken, it was you who pulled my ass onto your lap, so stop your whinging and bitching.”

She did as I said, though, and sat next to me, watching me with amusement, and heat, and care all rolled into one. I’d never met a woman like her, and maybe that was half of my attraction to her, but the way she nurtured had a lot to do with it as well. Lily might have been gentle, with a softness I didn’t often see in my world, but she was also solid, and there for those she loved, and that was something that called deeply to me.

I took a swig of beer before asking, “When are you moving back home?”

“Oh God, I’ve hardly thought about that. Soon. The kids need to get back into a routine, and I do too.”

“It’ll be a mess,

Lily. I can organise for the boys to clean it up for you.”

“Linc already cleaned it. Well, he said he did. I haven’t been over yet to inspect.”

“I’ll go over and make sure. Fingerprint dust is a bitch to fucking clean and there may be some shit that needs to be repaired or thrown out, depending on…” I pulled myself up—she didn’t need to hear or think about her sister’s blood splatter. “I’ll check it out and clean up anything that still needs it.”

“Thank you,” she said softly.