Tacet a Mortuis (The Elite King's Club 3)

“Come, baby. All over me.”

She moaned and I felt her walls pull my finger in deeper as she rippled through her orgasm. Standing, I yanked her closer to me, spread her legs wide and sunk my cock deep inside. Sweat fell off her smooth flesh and her lips parted, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“There’s something weird about Mrs. Winters,” Madison threw out absently around a bite of her bagel. “Like I haven’t seen her since Tate and I got her to get our passports.” Then she stilled, her eyes coming to mine where they narrowed.

“Woah!” I threw my hands up in defense. “I haven’t got shit to do with her disappearing act, so point those eyes elsewhere.” She went back to eating, as did I. I wasn’t lying, I didn’t have anything to do with Tinker doing a runner. She would have done that all on her own as soon as she found out I knew where Madison was. She was a fucking idiot for thinking I wouldn’t know it was her that helped Madison though. We finished up eating and got dressed. I snatched my car keys off the counter as Madison was coming down the stairs, tying her hair into a high ponytail.

“Where we going?”

“We are going to teach you how to fight.”

Her hand stilled, still clutching her hair. “What? Why?”

“Because, all though you have me and the Kings, we may not always be around if you fall into trouble. And now that everyone who is anyone knows your affiliations with us, you’re pretty much a walking target, and I’m not about to take chances. Not when it comes to you.”

She seemed to think over what I had just said, and then shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “But I have my Glock.”

I forced myself from not rolling my eyes. “That’s good and all, but here’s the thing about relying on a Glock. That metal bullshit may not always be easily accessible to you when you need it, but do you wanna know what will always be accessible to you?”

“I get your point. But I don’t know if combat is my thing.”

“Well, we’re about to make it your thing.” I shoved the car keys into my back pocket and headed for the front door. “Come on, princess.”

She flipped me off.

“I don’t wanna…” I whined like an annoyed toddler. “Seriously, this isn’t fair!” We were back at the cabin and the sun was blaring down on my skin. I had yoga pants and a loose tank on. Too loose. So I wrapped the front into a bun and tied it tightly under my sports bra.

“Oh come on, this will be fun!” That was Nate, grinning from his seat. All of them were here. Nate, Jase, Hunter, and Chase were sitting on the logs that surround the bonfire. Their sunglasses covering their eyes while they sat there, shoving potato chips into their annoying gobs, drinking beer, and basically, looking like they were ready to watch an hour long movie. Bishop, Brantley, Eli, Cash, and Saint were semi surrounding me in a circle. All dressed accordingly. You know, with no shirts and various colors of jeans. Some worn, some not so worn, som—

“Madison!” Bishop snapped.

I brought my eyes to him where they were squinted. “What!”

“Watch those eyes.”

I turned red. I didn’t even realize I was obviously checking them out—without checking them out. “I was looking at all of your jeans, actually,” I mumbled under my breath grumpily. Then I cranked my neck. “I’m really not sure about this.” Saint had laid down some combat mats. Which proved my earlier statement. He was the brains of the group. I heard a car speeding down the long private gravel road and everyone revived to alert. The guys shot up from their seats while Bishop slowly stepped in front of me. Then they all relaxed and mumbled annoyances. I couldn’t see around Bishop’s block of a body but when I heard the voice, I laughed.

“If you think you boys get to beat her ass without me watching, you’re mistaken.”

I giggled. “Tate, tell me you brought vodka or something.” I had a feeling our holiday was going to be fueled by alcohol and poor decisions. Oh, and I have a new boyfriend who isn’t really new, and I guess we haven’t really made it official. Crap. Is he my boyfriend?

“Kitty!” Bishop growled, pointing to my arms that were not so defensively to the sides of my body.

“Oh, I really don’t want to do this,” I whined.

I could hear mumbled arguing to the side of me, so I turned to see what was going on only to find Tate and Nate fighting over a bag of chips.

“Seriously!” I deadpanned at the both of them. “I mean I expected it from Nate, but not you.” I pointedly glared at Tate.