King Maker (King Maker 3)

The next thing I knew, he switched positions. On my feet, facing the wall, he lifted me to stand with my feet on the lips of the tub. Then his cock pushed through that second hole. This time went easier again now that I knew what to expect and what to do. I didn’t think it was possible to come until I was, screaming out my pleasure as his hot seed filled me.

Then my back was cradled to his chest. Soft words I didn’t understand filled my ears as I came down from the explosive orgasm. He gathered me in his arms and we squeezed into the shower. He took care of me, washing me with gentle hands, cleaning me of our lovemaking with a sweet touch.

As he did me, I stroked his cock with soapy hands and was surprised as it stirred to life so quickly.

“I’m not done yet,” he said before kissing me.

It wasn’t long before I yelled out his name as my next orgasm joined the others in the club.

Before I sank into oblivion of a sex haze, I swore he said, “Marry me, lass.”

All I could think in response was that he needed to know the truth first.

Thirty-Six

Before she could protest, I kissed her again. Something I found myself wanting to do more and more. Kissing had been off limits after Keely, but the lass was different. Everything about her spoke of destiny, not that I’d ever believed in such things.

Life had been hard growing up and I’d learned not to hope for anything more than surviving the day.

When Gabe was born, I began to dream bigger. The lass made me want even more.

I laid her on the bed before going for my pants. Not to put them on but to get something from my pocket.

When I turned, she was sitting up in bed with sleepy eyes.

I stopped at the bed. “What I asked you the other night wasn’t only for Gabe.” I opened the box and smiled as the ring sparkled even in the dim light. “I might have had help picking it out,” I said, thinking of Gabe with me at the store. “He approves, you see.”

The blank expression reminded me I was doing it wrong. I got down on one knee.

“Marry me, lass,” I said again, not counting my earlier whispered question she hadn’t heard.

Yet the fear in her eyes spurned that thought.

“Kalen,” she said with watery eyes. “There’s something you need to know.”

Feck me, by the looks of her she was about to destroy us both.

“I’m pregnant.”

I wasn’t so much of an ass to ask her if it was mine. I’d been careful until recently. I wasn’t dumb enough to believe she’d know she was pregnant after a day or two of me coming inside her.

Though I wanted to throw the box, I set it down on the small table beside her bed before lurching to my feet.

“Wait,” she begged.

I held out a finger because speaking was something I shouldn’t do in that moment.

“Please,” she called out to me as I stumbled to the door like I was drunk, or rather sucker punched.

I kept going, clawing at my throat, needing air.

It wasn’t enough to get out of her apartment. I worked my way down the hall to a sign marked exit and stepped into a stairwell.

My mind spun as loss, confusion, and rage fought for dominance.

Why had I fallen for this woman? There had been others, and not all of them had wanted me just for my money.

I thought of Gabe and Keely. I’d loved her, just not enough. If I had, we could have been a family.

My fist hit the concrete wall not once, but until my hand bled. It was the pain that broke into my thoughts.

Gabe.

Though the lass may not love him yet, I knew she could. I saw it in the way she’d spoken to him and gave him all of her attention. It was in her kindness to buy him a gift that was perfect for him I was sure she couldn’t well afford.

What the fecky fuck was I doing?

I went back and was grateful she hadn’t locked me out for being an asshole.

She stood in my shirt, holding the two halves together with white knuckles.

“I’m not going to lie and say I’m happy.”

“Kalen, I don’t blame you. Neither of us expected this.”

Did Turner know?

“We weren’t together,” I said.

“Were we ever?”

The lass was right. I’d claimed her as mine a number of times, but she’d also told me to go to hell before she left New York. Had I expected her to wait for me?

“I can do this alone.”

I frowned. Somehow I didn’t think Turner was the kind of guy to let her.

“Why should you?”

She rubbed at her hands as I fisted mine.

“As I said, it wasn’t planned.”