Walk the Line (Kings of Chaos 5)

“You look amazing,” I say.

“Thanks, so do you.”

“I’m glad you came out. Mom’s need a break too.”

“Yeah, it’s still so hard to leave him, you know? The move was a big deal, and he’s just now starting to settle in.”

“It’s hard to raise a child when you don’t have a lot of family around,” I say.

“Did you go through this?”

“Oh yeah. My family is all Tennessee-based, and my ex-asshole’s parents aren’t the cuddly type. They were a lot better when Whitney was older, but I was constantly undoing the things they were saying and teaching her.” I shake my head.

“They sound like a nightmare.”

“Oh, they are to this day,” I say with a laugh.

“Ugh, in-laws. On that note, I think we need a drink,” Dixie says as she leads us over to the bar.

We order a round of tequila shots and chase them with beers. I’m warm, tingly, and relaxed as we chat. The men return, and I can’t help but beam at Freeze in his new patches. He’s actually smiling as he walks out, and I know today he’s feeling the love from his makeshift family.

“Now we celebrate,” Stone says.

The music kicks up louder. Brothers flood the bar and the dance floor. King Chasers stalk their prey. It’s fascinating and bizarre, like some special on cable television, only its real and I’m a part of it. Freeze strides over and, buries his fingers in my curls, and eats at my mouth until my knees are weak and I’m clutching his cut. My lungs scream for air, and my lips are bruised when he finally pulls back. His large hand on my ass anchors my body to his. I stare at him dazed and aroused. He bends and nips at my earlobe.

“Had to make my claim known,” he whispers.

“I guess making me wet and boneless was a bonus then?”

He nods his head, and I giggle. He makes me feel young again.

“Time to wet your whistle, darling. You’re far too sober,” he says.

“Isn’t this your night?”

“You naked and tipsy in my bed will make my night.”

“Are you trying to intoxicate me?”

“Ain’t no trying about it.” He steps to the bar. “Beer for me and a shot of Tequila for the lady.”

“Wicked man.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He salts his own hand. I lick the crystals off, and he feeds me a lemon wedge. “Bottoms up.” He feeds me the shot, and I moan as it goes down smooth. His eyes burn with desire, and my panties get damp.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, B.”

My eyes widen, and he grins as he takes a long draw off his bottle. My nipples strain against my top. I always got the sense he’s been holding back. Tonight he won’t. How the hell am I supposed to focus on anything, but how he’s going to feel pounding into my pussy?

“You thinking bout what I said?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you ready.”

I whimper.

He chuckles and slaps my ass. “Come on, let’s go play darts.”