Zero Tolerance (Lost Kings MC 12)

“Aww, I have faith in you, Angus,” she mimics my earlier sentiment. Her hips gently roll, driving me crazy. “You’ve never let me down.”

My body responds to her in a way it’s never responded to another woman.

I plan to have my way with her for a long time tonight.

She grips my hands, using them for leverage to guide herself up and down. I hold on tight, enjoying the way she’s setting the pace and taking what she wants from me.

Her face contorts in pleasure, her breathing going ragged. Faster and faster she moves until she’s bouncing on my cock and I’m so close to the edge.

I’m hypnotized by the red flush spreading over her chest and up her neck…then, boom!

She throws her head back, crying out as her pussy squeezes the hell out of my cock.

I lose it right along with her, cursing and holding her down on my cock while I ruthlessly slam up into her. I can’t stop coming. She might have actually broken my dick.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling her down against my chest and wrapping my arms around her, squeezing her to me. “So good. Fuck. Thank you.”

Did I just thank her for fucking me?

I don’t even care.

She presses her forehead to mine and stares down into my eyes. “I should be thanking you. I…that was amazing. I’m still tingling all over.”

I don’t know. Something about her honest admission makes me want to pound on my chest with both fists.

Instead, I run my hands up and down her back, stopping a few times to squeeze her luscious ass.

After several minutes, she rolls off and stretches out next me. I get rid of the condom and then pull her closer.

Giving in and fucking her might have been a mistake. My craving for her is worse than ever. I skim my fingers over her hip, press my palm to her belly, trying to picture her stomach round with our child. Something I’ve never wanted with anyone but her.

My rough hands explore her delicate skin. Over and over. Almost restless. Mine. Her scent surrounds me. Leaves me drunk.

She rests her hand on my chest. “Stay.”

I pull her closer and kiss the top of her head. “Not going anywhere, Lilly.”

Twenty-Three

Z

“Why are you in my mommy’s bed?”

I crack open an eye and take in my pissed-off son staring up at me. Bottom lip jutting out, little fists on his hips.

An angry toddler first thing in the morning is pretty damn funny. It’s a struggle not to laugh at his serious expression.

“Chance,” Lilly rasps, sitting up behind me. “It’s okay.”

I grab him and haul him up next to us, where he promptly plants himself in the middle of the bed with his feet in my side, doing his best to shove me away.

“Chance,” Lilly says, a little sterner this time. She gently removes his tiny feet from my ribs. “Remember we talked yesterday about how Z is your daddy?”

He squints up at me, as if he’s not sure how he feels about that information this morning. “Yeah,” he answers warily.

“Well, mommies and daddies usually share the same bed.”

It takes a few seconds, but finally the scowl on his face smooths out. “Oh.” He climbs over me and jumps down, running out of the room.

“That went well, I guess,” she mutters.

Sometime in the middle of the night she must’ve gotten up to slip on a nightgown. Something out of pilgrim times. White with lace at the neck and satin ties. Long sleeves that end in frilly, lacy cuffs. Not something I’d expect to see Lilly in, but it works for her.

At least she’s covered. Too distracted by the best sex ever, I hadn’t been smart enough to anticipate this situation and am currently buck-ass naked under the covers.

“For a minute I was worried he was gonna go for a knife.”

She laughs and slaps my chest. I grab her hand, pinning it between us and lean down to kiss her. She squirms away. “Let me go brush my teeth.”

“Fuck that, get over here.” I spend a few minutes giving her the good morning kiss she deserves, then pull back to study the night gown. I flick the laces at her neck and consider untying them. “What’s with the Little House on the Prairie nightie?”

“What?” An amused smile dances over her lips.

“Hey!” Chance shouts. He flings a book up on the bed and crawls up after it. “Morning story time.”

Lilly laughs and rolls away from me. “Daddy’s going to start story time. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” He thrusts the book in my chest. “Here. You read.”

I sit up, placing my back against the pillows and tuck the covers around me. Chance scoots up and sits next to me cross-legged.

I glance at the cover: The Adventures of Snuggles and Misha. “Have you read this before?”

“Uh-huh.” He nods.

“All right.” I begin the story about a pug and French bulldog who take a cross-country trip with their humans. It’s a cute, simple, sweet story that seems to leave Chance enthralled. “Do you like doggies?” I ask when I’m finished.

“Yup!” He grabs the book and jumps out of bed, racing out of the room.

Lilly’s standing in the doorway and she slow claps when our eyes meet. “A very moving rendition, Mr. Frazier.”

“Thanks.” I lean over the bed and look around the floor. “Any idea where my pants are?”

She bites her lip, trying not to laugh and points to the foot of the bed.

“When did you get up? In the middle of the night?”

“Maybe an hour or two ago?” She jerks her head toward the kitchen. “Good thing.”

“Yeah.” My lips quirk. “So, does this mean no more loft for me?”

She laughs and comes closer. “Looks like it.”

I drop the smile. “Think he’s okay? We didn’t scar him for life or anything, did we?”

So much for being serious. She laughs even harder. “I think he’ll be fine.”

“Come here.” I reach out, grabbing for the hem of her nightgown and yank her toward me. “This thing have matching panties?” I drag the material up over her knees and she pushes my hands away while shuffling backwards and laughing.

“No time for that,” she scolds.

Later in the afternoon, we’re finally heading to the clubhouse. Things should be pretty chill. Even so, I call Hope to give her a head’s up that I’m bringing Lilly and Chance with me.

“I’m out with Rock, but we won’t be long. Murphy’s hanging out with Grace at the clubhouse.”

I snort at the idea of Murphy on babysitting duty, but it doesn’t surprise me either.

“Things were pretty low-key when we left,” she adds.

Well, that’s been known to change in an instant.

Lilly raises an eyebrow as I hang up. “We’re good to go? No parties?”

“Not yet.”

On the way down Route 9, Chance shouts as we pass one of the lakes. “Fish! Mommy, fish!”

“He wants to go fishing,” Lilly explains. “Alex took him once and he hasn’t forgotten.”

“I can arrange that. It’s more an Uncle Murphy or Wrath thing, but I can set it up.”

She laughs softly. “Is there anything you or your brothers can’t do?”

“Not really. If he wants to hunt when he’s older, Wrath and Teller can help him out there too.”

She shakes her head. “Alex was hoping for a hunting buddy eventually.”

“Yeah?” Eventually I’ll have to make friends with Alex, right? Or find a suitable spot on the property to bury his body. One or the other. “We have a lot of property around the clubhouse. The guys might be willing to squeeze in another hunter.”

“Are you sure you won’t ask one of your brothers to “accidentally” shoot him?”

“Nah, if I want to take Alex out, I’ll do it myself.”

She stares at me and I shrug. “What? I said if.”

“You don’t like my brother a whole lot, do you?”

“I nothing him at the moment.” I glance over. “He’s your brother and my son’s uncle so I’ll do my best to get along with him. But I don’t respect him a whole lot for letting your parents treat you so badly.”

“Thank you.”

I’m not sure if she’s thanking me for the honesty or for my promise not to murder her brother. I suppose it doesn’t matter.

“What’s he do, anyway?”

“He’s a lumberjack.”

“What?”

“He has a small logging company.”

“No shit. We’re going to need some trees cleared up at the property. Maybe I’ll hire him instead of the jackass who cleared the spot for Murphy’s house.” I don’t mention that the upcoming project is building our house. One thing at a time.

“That would be nice.” She rests her hand on my leg. “If you two got along.”

I exit the highway and turn onto one of the country roads that will take us to the outskirts of Empire county where our clubhouse is hidden in the wilderness.

The closer we get, the more Lilly fidgets in her seat. Checking her hair in the mirror, turning to look at Chance, fiddling with the radio, staring out the windows.

“You worried we’re being followed or something?”

“No.”

“Are you nervous?” I ask more seriously.

“I haven’t been up here in a while.”

No kidding. That didn’t really answer my question.