Zero Apologies (Lost Kings MC 14)

“Yeah, she’s probably thrilled about you. She and Tawny never got along well.”

She chuckles and takes a sip of her drink. “I think I remember meeting Tawny and she didn’t seem as awful as everyone says.”

“Your meeting must have been brief.”

I squeeze Lilly’s hand. “Siren.” I tug her closer and place her hand on my aching dick. “I’m in pain here.”

“Poor baby.” She rubs me through my jeans and my breathing kicks up.

“Fuck.” I grab her and pull her in the direction of the empty room I met with Priest in earlier.

Unfortunately, it’s occupied.

“Bro, what the fuck?” Teller glares at us from behind the desk and throws a boot at my head. “Get out.”

Still straddling Teller’s lap, Charlotte laughs and buries her face against his chest without turning around.

“Get it, girl!” Lilly yells over my shoulder.

“Trying to!” Charlotte yells back as I shut the door.

I laugh. “So, that room’s out.”

“Is it forbidden to use your chapel?”

“Rock and Hope violate ours on a regular basis, so why not?”

The room’s empty and dark. Lilly presses her body against mine, pushing me into the door. I reach down and flip the lock.

Her hands are already working my pants loose and I’m aching so bad for her I don’t even try to slow her down.

“Wow, look at this monster,” she teases.

“Fuck.” I suck in a sharp breath when she wraps her hand around me and starts stroking. “Fuck, I’ve been like this since I saw you come out in that dress. It can’t be healthy.”

She laughs and strokes me harder. “How’s a president supposed to conduct business in such a state?” she teases in that husky voice that drives me wild.

“I don’t know,” I mumble, letting my head fall back against the door.

“You need to focus.” Her free hand travels down the front of my shirt.

“I’m focused, Lilly. Trust me.”

She lifts my shirt and her hot, wet tongue swipes over my abs and then lower.

“You don’t have to. God, never mind. Fuuuuck, that’s what I needed.”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Christ, don’t do that. I’ll come down your throat right now.”

She makes that sexy humming noise again.

I peel my eyes open and stare down at her. Black lace pooled in a circle around her, big brown eyes staring up at me, beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Perfect.

“Sure I can’t convince you out of that dress?” I thrust my hips forward, giving her an idea of what her pussy’s missing.

She shakes her head and sucks me harder.

“Oh, Christ. This won’t take long.” My fingers tangle in her hair. “Stay still.”

She rests her palms on my thighs and I slowly thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. “Good?”

She nods at me and I pick up my pace. Holding her tight, fucking her face, desperate to come after being tormented for hours.

“Lilly,” I warn.

The encouraging noise she makes in response kicks off my orgasm and I’m spurting down her throat. “Fuck, oh fuck, woman.”

When I finally slow down, she lazily slides her tongue up and down my dick.

“Thank you,” I mutter.

“Feel better?”

“Much.”

She chuckles and I reach down to help her up. “You didn’t have to—”

“You’ll repay the favor later, don’t worry.” She grabs my belt and pulls me toward the table. “I want to show you something.”

Doesn’t matter what it is. I’d pretty much do whatever she wants right now.

She rests her butt on the edge of the table and wiggles her dress up a few inches. I watch, amused, as she tries to spread her legs with the tight skirt binding her movements. She grabs my hand and brings it to the inside of her knee. “Not much room, but feel how wet that made me.”

I squeeze my hand between her thighs and brush my knuckles over her center. “Fuck, Lilly. You get that wet from sucking my cock?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“You sure I can’t talk you into taking this off?” I rub a few circles over her clit and she moans.

“Not yet.” She bites her lip and throws her head back.

“You want to come, pretty girl?”

“Not yet. This is fun.”

Fun, huh? Within the confined space allowed by her clothes, I put more effort into bringing her right to the edge.

Her breathing hitches and stutters.

“You close?”

She doesn’t answer, which I take as a yes and I pull my hand back. A soft moan leaves her mouth and she wiggles her hips. Her eyes open and she squirms again. “I was so close.”

“I know, pretty girl.” I pat her leg and fix her dress. “But you’re right, this is fun.”

She lightly punches me in the stomach.

“Hey, you started it.”

“I have a surprise for you in our room later.”

“You do, huh? What is it?”

“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.”

“Is it something dirty?”

“Depends on your point of view.”

Some motherfucker who must want to die tonight bangs on the door. I let out a string of curses.

Of course whoever

it is can’t hear me. The knob twists and jiggles next. “Hold on!” I shout.

“Duty calls,” Lilly teases.

“All I’m gonna think about now is that wet pussy begging for my tongue.”

She reaches up and kisses me. “I’m all yours for the taking.”

I’m going to strangle whoever it is on the other side of that door.

Chapter Forty-Three

Lilly

Damn Z.

I’m so hot for him, I’m shaking.

“Sorry, Prez, I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” Rooster says.

Z growls at him and I take his hand, dragging him into the crowd.

He may be calmer after that escapade, but I’m ready to rub myself all over him in front of everyone.

“Are you okay?” Hope gently touches my shoulder. “You’re all flushed.”

My gaze lands on Z. “I’m fine.”

He glances down and smirks at me. “She’s edgy tonight.”

Hope chuckles and pats my arm. “You’ve done a great job. Relax.”

If only she knew.

Z’s heat sears my side as he leans in and whispers against my ear. “I bet your pussy would taste so good right now.”

My knees wobble and I’m in danger of falling against him. “Don’t,” I beg.

“Your little clit’s probably all swollen waiting for me to—”

Begging will never work with Z. At certain times, he needs a woman who’s direct and to the point. I take a deep breath and stare up into his eyes. “I will never fuck you again if you keep it up.”

One of those damn dimples I can never get enough of appears. I spin out of his hold and march toward our room.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of myself,” I call over my shoulder, not really caring who overhears.

He hurries to catch up with me. “Like fuck you are.”

With Priest and Valentina here, the party doesn’t seem quite as wild as normal. I’m not sure if that will continue. Maybe it’s not the best time to sneak away.