King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC 6)

“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.

Once we were safely inside, he switched the bike off, removed his helmet, and turned his face to mine. “Come here,” he bossed, his voice full of gravel. It hit me everywhere it should have, and I moved off the bike fast.

I took my helmet off, enjoying the way his eyes ran all over my body. Heat blazed from him, and I decided to give him a show guaranteed to get him hard. I slowly lifted my dress and slid my fingers down into my panties so I could lower them.

Our eyes locked as I kicked my panties to the side and moved closer to him. He held my gaze as I unzipped him and pulled his cock out. Wrapping my hand around it, I said, “You want my mouth on your dick?”

He gripped my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Demanding and greedy as usual, he left me wanting more. When he ended it, he growled, “I want your fucking cunt around my dick.”

I wanted that, too, but first I needed my lips around it. I loved King’s cock. Couldn’t get enough of it. Or of that piercing he had. My core clenched just thinking about how good it made sex.

Bending, I slid my mouth down over his dick, swirling my tongue around it as I went. I reached for his balls and cupped them at the same time, loving the deep growl of satisfaction that came from him. A girl could die happy knowing she’d made her man happy.

I sucked him with a slow rhythm until his hand curled around my neck and he forced my head up. His eyes burned with desire, and I knew he’d reached breaking point. He wanted inside of me, and he wanted that now.

Moving swiftly off the bike, he positioned himself behind me, bent me over the bike, and yanked my dress up. “Fuck,” he growled as he thrust inside me.

I clutched the seat and held on tightly while he worked me hard. The vibrations of the bike had me wet for him, and judging by the way he slammed into me, this wasn’t going to take long. I didn’t care. This was just a warm-up for the real thing. If I knew King, he wouldn’t let me sleep much tonight.

He came first, his fingers digging into my hips. I followed fast with an orgasm that shattered through me so completely that my legs threatened to give way. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand, and remained bent over the bike after he pulled out.

He placed his hand on my lower back and asked, “You good?”