King Maker (King Maker 3)

I didn’t keep quiet as I came closer to exploding in front of him.

Though I was lost in pleasure, the rocking of the water forced my drowsy eyes open as he got on his knees. I knew what he was about to do, but I came apart at the moment. He followed. Hot jets of his cum squirted, landing on my chest as he lost himself.

It had to be one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. I lay spent until he gathered me in his arms. He carried me in the shower and placed me on the built-in bench, turning the rainfall showerhead on as he knelt before me.

His lips ghosted over mine a second before I parted mine, giving him entrance.

“I love you,” I heard myself say.

“Then marry me.”

There was no reason not to. After the humiliating call to my boss where I had to admit I was on maternity bedrest and his response had been a condensing, “I see,” I’d decided then that I wouldn’t be going back.

Hadn’t I also decided that solitude wasn’t my thing? I’d done it and hated living on my own. I’d grown up in a house full of people and shared a small bedroom with my sisters. I’d proven to myself I could do it alone, but that didn’t mean I had to.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Thirty-Nine

The ache in my balls had me surly at anyone who crossed my path. I needed to be buried balls deep in Bailey in order for the raging bull inside me to subside.

I’d gone months without being with her, yet I wasn’t this hard up. It was as if my cock was on her side.

Sleeping next to her night after night wasn’t helping. And I wasn’t the only one in love with her.

My son had taken to her like she’d given birth to him. He’d taken his job to fetch whatever she needed with gusto.

I stood in the doorway watching my son lie next to her with a book in his hand and didn’t have it in me to disturb them.

“My sister wants to hear the story too,” Gabe said to Bailey.

“Sister?” she questioned. “It could be a brother.”

Gabe didn’t seem fazed. “Could be, but I think it’s a sister. Da says that will give him heartburn.”

I chuckled to myself because he was right. Another woman in my life would be disastrous to any boy who thought he could take my little girl from me.

As Gabe began to read, I could picture a tiny Bailey sitting on my lap as I taught her how to use a gun.

I smiled more at the thought of watching my son recite memorized words enough to pass as if he was truly reading.

Watching them together proved how lost I’d been until she’d danced her way into my life.

I owed my brother much for forcing me out that night. I couldn’t imagine life without the lass.

“Da,” Gabe said, gaining my attention.

I straightened and went to sit on the bed next to them as the lass’ eyes softened on me. I was this close to giving in and fucking her senseless. But I needed her to truly understand how much she meant to me no matter what my dick thought.

“Read to us,” Gabe said, handing over the book.

How easy it was to stretch out with Gabe between us and pick up the story where my son left off. Life finally felt complete.

There were just a few things to do before I could breathe easier.

Tomorrow.

There were scores to settle. I wasn’t sure where my relationship with my brother would be after it was all said and done.

Tomorrow.

Forty

The insufferable man had denied me even though I’d agreed to marry him.

We’d fallen into a routine of him coming home, torturing me with a bath, reading a bedtime story with Gabe, and then holding me all night, his rock-hard cock ready but him unwilling to give in to what we both wanted.

This morning he was home because I had an appointment with the doctor in about an hour.

When the call I’d been waiting for came through, I fumbled nervously with the phone to accept the video chat.

“Hi,” I said.

“Bails.”

Turner’s easygoing smile filled the screen. My heart squeezed for a quick second for all that the girl in me had lost.

“You look good,” I said.

“You too.”

I felt no regret, but that didn’t make it easier to say what I had to say.

“How is everything?” I asked.

“Great. Actually really, really great. It’s amazing to see the happiness people have when we come to help. It’s just indescribable how a bottle of water can bring such joy. You’d love it.”

“I’m sure. But they have you.” That part of me that had loved the boy gave him a watery smile. “I’m so happy for you.”

He nodded. “But you didn’t send me a letter asking me to call you for that.”