Zero Hour (Lost Kings MC 11.5)

“What happened to us, Lilly?” Sophie reaches up front and shakes Lilly’s shoulder. “We were so much more adventurous in high school, remember?”

“I remember.”

“Our parents used to send us to dance classes all the way down in Empire. And get this, Z,” Sophie taps my shoulder harder and laughs loudly in my ear. “When we were old enough to drive, we just stopped going! We’d go meet boys instead. They were so pissed when they found out.”

“Yes, they were,” Lilly mutters.

“You were quite a badass, huh?” I tease.

Lilly shrugs, clearly uncomfortable with this topic. It’s harmless enough, but it seems to bother her, so I try to change the subject. “You gonna be able to get your car out of the garage tomorrow, Sophie? Or do they close for the whole weekend?”

“Nah, a lot of the associates work on the weekend, I’ll be able to get it.”

“I’ll drive you down,” Lilly offers.

The drive to Sophie’s place seems to take forever. I’ve never been so happy to see Exit 9 in my life.

In the driveway, I leave the car running and let Lilly help her friend inside. Kinda makes me feel like a dick, but I don’t want to drag this out longer than necessary either.

Twenty minutes later, Lilly hurries back to the car. “Sorry,” she says as soon as she opens the door.

“Everything okay?”

“Should be. I called her brother to make sure he checks on her in the morning.”

“You called him at this hour?”

“He works nights.”

“Oh.”

She’s quiet while I navigate back to the highway. “Where we going?” I finally ask.

“I thought you wanted to take me to the clubhouse?”

“You want to come?”

As an answer, she slides her hand over my thigh and squeezes. “Why, yes, I do.”

“Don’t start that game, girl.”

“What game is that?”

I glance over and find her biting her lip.

“The I’ll-pull-over-and-fuck-you-right-now game.”

She shifts and checks out the back seat. “There isn’t enough room back there.”

“I know for a fact you’re quite flexible.” I glance over again. “You sure you’re sober?”

“Why? Because you wouldn’t want to take advantage?”

“Yeah, exactly that.” I reach over and settle my hand on her knee, gently stroking her skin. She shifts and parts her legs, inviting me to travel farther up.

She sighs and rests her head against the seat. “Mara said I lose my panties around you.”

I chuckle. “I’ll need to investigate.”

“Investigate away, Z.”

Damn, she’s hard to resist. This woman has become an addiction. She’s never far from my thoughts anymore. I can pick up girls anywhere. At Crystal Ball. At the clubhouse. Hell, the damn gas station. But now, I crave being inside Lilly in a way I’ve never wanted anyone else.

The fact that I don’t get to see her every day is frustrating as fuck.

“I’m glad you showed up tonight,” she says a whole lot more serious than the teasing tone she’d used a minute ago.

“Can’t seem to stay away from you.”

“You didn’t want to celebrate your friend’s engagement?” A hint of teasing returns.

“Been celebrating it all week. It’s all the girls have been talking about. And we’ve been making the obvious ball-and-chain jokes as often as possible to Rock.”

She snorts. “That’s terrible.”

“Nah, he knows we’re just fucking with him.” At least I am. Teller seemed to take the news hard. Lots of changes coming.

“You’re not a little jealous?”

Truth? Yeah, maybe. Not because I’m hot for Hope or anything. Nope, the woman sitting next to me has put all sorts of things I thought I’d never consider in my head lately. “She’s probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Except meeting me, of course.”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

Shit, I love the way she’s not afraid banter with me. Most girls act like they’re either scared of me, or they assume I want their lips around my cock and nothing else. Which, I won’t lie, is often true.

Not with Lilly.

There’s a little activity up at the clubhouse. Mild for a weekend night, really. I tuck her car into the garage—so no one messes with it and so she doesn’t skip out on me too early.

She waits for me to open her door and takes my hand. “Need me to carry you?” I ask as she carefully steps over the gravel driveway.

“I’m fine. It’s just dark and I’m not used to these shoes.”

Call me a caveman, but I can’t resist the urge to sweep her into my arms.

“Z, what are you doing?” She laughs and slaps my shoulder. “I’m capable of walking.”

I charge up the front steps and set her down inside. Ravage and Stash are getting high in the living room and heckle us instantly.

“Wedding fever catch on?” Rav hollers.

“Shut it.” I flip him off and he falls sideways into a girl’s lap, laughing like an idiot.

I gesture toward the kitchen. “You hungry?”

Her lips curl into a seductive smirk I know all too well. “I didn’t come up here for dinner, Z.”

That voice of hers. Seduces me the same as her body. I step closer and brush my lips against her ear. “No? What’d you come here for, then?”

She presses her body hard against mine and leans up to whisper in my ear. “That big, hard dick you’re packing.”

“You’re a dirty girl tonight.”

Her gaze stays steady on mine as she backs away. “You like it.”

“I fucking love it.” Not ready for this to end. I cock my head and bite my lip. “What exactly do you want me to do with my big, hard dick?”

She hooks her fingers in my waistband and tugs. “Anything you want.”

“That’s a dangerous game, Lilly.”

Lilly’s fun. Giving in bed. Game for anything. But there’s a certain peace or stillness I’ve only ever felt when I’m deep inside her. Our bodies may be a frenzy of desire and demand. But everything else inside me calms. At times I’ve felt it’s the same for her. That’s when I get the real Lilly. Not the one who keeps me at arm’s length. The one who’s a little fragile under all the flirting.

“Are you two gonna fuck right there?” Ravage shouts, breaking our spell. “At least move closer so there’s no glare from the outside lights.”

Shaking my head, and ignoring my dickhead brothers, I flip Rav off and take Lilly’s hand, dragging her toward the staircase. No surprise, Rock and Hope are nowhere to be seen. Neither are Wrath and Trinity. Probably better that way. I’m not sure Lilly would be this bold in front of her friends.

Two muffler bunnies I recognize are waiting outside Teller’s door. I can’t tell if they’re coming or going and I don’t bother to ask. One cocks her head and studies Lilly. Feeling protective I wrap my arm around Lilly’s waist and stare the girl down until she turns her head.

Lilly’s not up for grabs. She’s not visiting to fuck a patch-holder. She’s won’t leave my bed in a few hours and stumble next door into another brother’s room in some deranged biker bed bingo game she’s playing with the other bunnies.

She’s mine and mine alone.

Lilly

My heart beats faster as Z unlocks his door. Inside the room, he flips on the lights. There’s no time to explore his space. He slides his hands over my cheeks, pulling all of my focus to his face. To his dark-as-the-night-sky eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but he silences me with a kiss. Searing with intensity and unlike any other kiss.

This man is some sort of sex magician, I swear. He presses his body into mine, gently steering us toward his bed. My thoughts and breath are stolen as his hands and mouth roam my body. For such a big man, he’s quite adept at unbuttoning my blouse without ripping the delicate fabric. He even goes right for the side zipper of my skirt without hesitation.