King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

I smiled to myself, thinking about the incredible night we had shared.

We had very nearly gotten caught in the library, an unsuspecting visitor coming dangerously close t

o the room we’d been occupying. Giggling uncontrollably like a couple of teenagers sneaking around behind our parents’ backs, we quickly dressed and left out of the library, heading back to the safehouse to pick up from where we left off. Much like our experience back in Turkey, we had hardly been able to make it through the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off again.

We spent the rest of the day, blissfully giving in to the urges we’d been holding back for entirely too long.

Then we ordered takeout for dinner, cuddled and watched a movie, and went to bed, resuming another round of love-making before collapsing in each other’s arms.

In those moments, I felt happiness unlike anything I had ever felt in such a long time.

Unlike anything I’d felt since my college years with Joey.

It was obvious that what I felt for Colt ran deeper than what I’d felt for Joey though. I halfway thought I was being ridiculous for falling for a handsome face so quickly, but there simply was no denying how I felt, just like Colt could no longer control what he felt.

“So what are we going to do now?” I had asked before we fell asleep.

“What do you mean?”

“We were supposed to be keeping things professional, but it doesn’t seem like that’s possible anymore.”

“The only thing that’s not possible is me staying away from you,” he had responded, running his fingers through a lock of my hair as we stared into each other’s eyes. “So whatever obstacles come our way, we’re just going to have to figure it out.”

A warm and tingly sensation went through me because finally, we were being honest with one another. It felt good to have that barrier officially broken.

Thinking about our previous night, I rolled out of bed, tossed on a nightgown, and ventured to the kitchen, where I came to an abrupt halt. My heart leapt into my throat, and I tried to jump out of view, thinking fast about what I could do to defend myself. But I hadn’t reacted quickly enough, and the intruder spotted me anyway.

“Good morning.”

“W-Who are you? How did you get in here?” I stammered, my heart pounding a mile a minute. “Where’s Colt? COLT! HELP!”

“Hey, hey, hey now,” the man said, holding his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Colt’s not here. I’m filling in for him.”

I stared, speechless and unable to comprehend what I was hearing. The stranger in the kitchen was an older man. He had a head full of white hair, beady gray eyes, and a stocky but muscular frame. “What do you mean you’re filling in for him?” I asked.

“I mean exactly that. I’ve been put on duty as your personal guard. You’re Speaker Finley’s daughter, right?”

I nodded. “Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?”

“Beats me,” the man said. “I guess it was too last-minute. I was contacted first thing this morning and told to come out here immediately. You want some coffee? I picked up some donuts.”

I shook my head. “But where’s Colt?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

I stared at the man, getting a distinct feeling that he was lying to me. “Yes you do.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, remembering that I was wearing a rather flimsy nightgown. But the man hardly seemed to notice, or perhaps just didn’t care. He looked old enough to be my father.

“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t tell you that.”

“You can’t tell me where Colt is?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s just not my place. Now, what’s on the agenda for the day? I’ve been instructed to take you wherever you need to go. I hear you’re studying for something?”