King Maker (King Maker 3)

“You have an elevator?” I asked.

He shrugged, causing me to lift us slightly and back down again. “We don’t use it. Now it has a purpose.”

When the door opened, I wasn’t sure we’d fit. For a second I was sure I might have a panic attack as he squeezed us in.

“What’s wrong? Afraid we might get stuck?”

“Yeah,” I said, wearing a duh expression.

“I can think of many things we could do to pass the time.”

I wasn’t ashamed to admit I was horny. That was a fact anytime I was around the man, but pregnancy only heightened that.

“Finally,” I said. He laughed. “Did I say something funny?” I teased as the elevator slowly ascended.

“Yes, if you think I’ve changed my mind.”

I glared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. I won’t fuck yer until yer my wife.”

My jaw hung open. Growing up, there hadn’t been many challenges I wouldn’t take on and my frown softened into a smile as I was determined to win.

“And I won’t agree to marry you until you fuck me.”

He seemed amused as he set me on a bed. That’s when I noticed where I was.

“This is not the guest room.”

“It isn’t. That room has a shower and you can’t be on your feet.”

“Wait here,” he commanded and left the room.

Shortly after, I heard Gabe’s giggles. Kalen kept his promises. He always did. Not long after, he came back in, closed and locked the door. Then he moved to help me out of my clothes.

“What are you doing? Are you giving in?” I said with a sly grin on my face.

“No, but you will.”

I let him pull the sweater over my head. My breasts had grown over the last few months and were barely contained in my bra. His eyes drank me in, but unfortunately for me, that wasn’t bait enough.

He helped me out of my pants and left me to run water in the free-standing tub, which was a modern take on the claw foot one my parents had without the feet.

I lay on the bed, propped up by my arms and waited for his return. I hadn’t removed my bra or panties because I wanted him to.

“Hmm,” he grumbled when he came back.

I bit my bottom lip trying to contain a laugh as he acted unaffected. Yet the bulge in his pants told a different story.

“Problem?” I asked, eyeing his impressive cock.

“You won’t win this game. I waited months for you.”

“But I wasn’t here in the flesh,” I said, letting my gaze fall to my chest.

“And I play to win, and I always do.”

The maddening man divested me of the rest of my underclothes and lifted me up again, only to set me in warm water. If I’d thought he’d leave me to my own devises, I was wrong.

With a sponge lathered in fruity smelling bath wash, he proceeded to make sure every inch of my skin was clean.

When he got to my center, I let my head fall back on a sigh. To my relief, he sank one of his long fingers between my silky folds and into my soaking center. It didn’t take much pumping action before I called out, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I opened my eyes, and in frustration I sent a wave of water to splash over him.

Water dripped from his hair, down his face, and onto his clothes.

Determination flattened his mouth and stopped my laughter as he stood. I thought he might leave, but instead he whipped his wet shirt over his head and went for his jeans.

When they dropped to the floor, he stood naked, as the man didn’t seem to own a pair of underwear, a question for later.

There, I felt on the edge of paradise. He was the destination I’d been heading toward all my life.

I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted him to touch me in his way that sent me to heaven every time and. Just because we were compatible sexually didn’t mean that was all we had.

Just as I was about to admit my revelation, the man fisted his cock at the base and stroked down to the tip, making my mouth water. Then he stepped into the water.

“What are you doing?”

I found myself asking him that question a lot these days as he did the unexpected.

“Conserving water,” he said, sitting at the opposite end, trapping my legs between the sides of the tub and his, leaving me open for his eyes to lock on my core through the clear water.

With his heated gaze lasered on mine, he began to stroke his cock slowly.

“You’re not playing fair,” I whispered.

“You can always say yes and agree to be my wife.”

Two could play. I took the tip of my index finger in my mouth before using it to draw circles around my nipple as it tightened and then did the same to the other. Then I drew a line to my core and began to pleasure myself using his pace to counter my thrust.