King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC 6)

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?

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 Jägerbombs 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?”