King Maker (King Maker 3)

Margaret stomped off as I was surprised Mary had stood up for me.

“I was wrong, petty, and jealous. Turner made his own decisions. I’m sorry he didn’t come back. He would have been a great ally for change. Don’t forget us.”

I hugged my sister. “Never. We’ll be back. I want to see my new niece or nephew.” I patted her small baby bump.

Part of me wanted to confess I was with child too, but we were at a good place. Better to leave it at that.

Everyone danced, including me. I shared a dance with my father and brothers and my youngest sisters, Poppy and Rose. Kalen refused, partly because the dances were more reminiscent of line dances back in the 1800s.

When I found myself watching, my husband snuck behind me.

“Time to go,” he whispered.

“Where?” I said, suddenly onboard for whatever adventure he had in mind.

“You’ll see.”

I giggled as we snuck out the back door and ran toward the outskirts of the community.

“Turner’s,” I said in surprise.

“He gave me the okay.”

That surprised me. Had he spoken to Turner since I’d told him about my pregnancy?

Kalen swung me up and carried me over the threshold. “I need my wife,” he said, taking me into the small bedroom he’d used when he stayed here what now felt like years ago.

When he closed the door, he caged me in his arms.

“Don’t even think about the bed.”

“Why?” I grinned.

“I know how much you like being fucked against the wall.”

He stepped back, shrugging out of the coat he’d borrowed. Though the weather was getting warmer, nights were still chilly. Then he pulled the tunic over his head.

“I might have to invest in some of these pants,” he said.

“Easy access?” I asked, as he only had to tug a little for the flap to give way.

“Now tell me, wife, what do you have under that dress?”

“I think I’m going to miss lass.”

He came close, his arm muscles flexing as he caged me in again.

“You’ll always be lass.”

“What about Miss Glicks?”

“You’re Mrs. Brinner-King unless I’m angry with you.”

“Then I’m what?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out,” he said, gathering handfuls of fabric to reveal my bare pussy.

“Now this makes me happy,” he said, hoisting me up and impaling me on his cock.

“I love you,” I said.

“And I you… lass.”

Lizzy—

“What’s got you pissed off?” Matt asked.

I downed the scotch I’d gotten. “Nothing.”

He didn’t believe me, probably the twin thing. I could never lie to him.

“Is it that asshole who walked you down the aisle?”

I glared at him. “You make it sound like we were getting married. He escorted me.”

“Just let me know if I need to punch him.”

I sighed, seriously considering it. “No. I don’t want to ruin Bailey’s wedding.”

“Second wedding, you mean. The lucky bastard.”

“You were too late.”

“I know. Don’t remind me,” he said, eyeing the crowd.

“Keep your dick out of my friends, Matty,” I said.

Some girls from college had begged for an invite. I’d talked Bailey into letting them come.

“I can’t make promises,” Matt said and strolled off.

I turned to order another scotch and came face to face with him.

“Hiding from me? Or are you waiting for Griff?”

“Why would I do either? You mean nothing to me. And Griff and I are just friends.”

Oh, Kalen’s best friend was hotter than hot, but too much of a flirt. We would clash in the worst way.

He leaned down, giving me a whiff of his delicious scent.

“That’s not how I saw it.”

“Saw what?” I asked.

“You and me.”

“We fucked. So what?” I said.

“I’m not used to women ghosting me.”

I shrugged. “You had my number. You didn’t use it.”

“I don’t chase women.”

I eyed him up and down. “Yet here you are.”

“You look tense and I know exactly how to work that out of you.”

Images of the things we’d done, things I’d tried flashed in my head.

I held his gaze. “I don’t fuck liars.”

“I didn’t lie,” he groused.

“I asked you the question.”

“Not the right one,” he countered.

“Okay, Connor King, or should I call you Striker? Not telling me you were Kalen’s brother is a breach of trust I’ll never forgive.”

I took a step around him, but he caught my arm, electric shocks shooting all the way to my core.

“Let me make it up to you, princess.”

I peeled his hand off like it disgusted me when I really did want to screw his brains out just one more time.

“Not going to happen,” I said, dropping his hand.

“I’ll have you again.”

“Not in this lifetime.”

As I walked away, I heard him say, “We will see about that.”

Epilogue

I paced the halls with my hands clasped as if I was in prayer. The lass wasn’t making it easy for me.

Lizzy found me with a humorous grin on her face. “What are you doing out here?”

“She kicked me out,” I grumbled.

Lizzy giggled. “What did she say?”

Absently staring ahead but not really seeing, I said, “She called me an asshat wanker bawbag cocksucker who did this to her.”