Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5)

His eyes simmer with heat, and I use my free hand to stroke his raspy cheek. He leans in and brushes his mouth against mine. So gentle for a man who looks so demanding. Releasing my hand, he wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tight against him.

  He growls when I flick my tongue against his lips and deepens our kiss. The taste of chocolate is sweet as he glides his tongue into my mouth.

  Normally I’m not into being some good girl’s bad boy experience. But despite all appearances, Lilly has never pretended to be a good girl.

  Still, the fact that she finds me so dark and dangerous strokes my giant biker ego in all the right spots. Her luscious curves pressed tight against me are an extra bonus. My hands roam down to run over her perfectly round ass.

  Pulling away, I take in her heavy-lidded expression. Just because I know where this night is headed, doesn’t mean I don’t want to enjoy the journey.

  My gaze skips down to her dark green sweater. It sets off her almost-black hair and makes her green eyes appear even greener.

  “You look pretty tonight.”

  She arches an eyebrow at me. “What?” I ask. Most girls like compliments, but you can never tell with Lilly.

  “Nothing, my mother was annoyed because I didn’t dress up nicer.”

  Stepping back, I take in her outfit more carefully. Soft, fuzzy sweater, tight enough to accent her generous curves but loose enough to still be acceptable for a night with the family. Dark jeans and low-heeled boots. Small gold earrings glitter in the kitchen light when she tosses her head back. I’m not sure what Lilly’s mother expected, but I certainly like what the sexy girl in my arms has goin’ on.

  “Well, I like it,” I say as my hands find their way to her cheeks, my thumbs stroking along her jaw.

  “Are you planning to spend the night?” she asks.

  “Are you inviting me to, or are you going to kick me out after you get yours?” I say it as a tease, but that’s been the way it’s gone down the last few times.

  Color races up her neck into her cheeks. I had no idea Lilly was even capable of blushing.

  “You can stay.”

  I pull her tight again and grind my hips against hers, so she knows how much I want her. “Good, ‘cause I want to fuck you more than once.”

  “So ambitious.”

  ***

  A couple kisses from Z and I’m toast. Done.

  I try sucking in a breath, but it’s futile. He has me pinned against the counter. The warmth and hardness of his wonderful, muscular body sends my heart thumping wildly. His thick arms have me held captive and my panties are fucking soaked.

  The heat this man stirs up inside of me is ridiculous.

  And I just agreed to let him spend the night.

  His face moves closer and he nuzzles my neck. His raspy cheek is rough against my skin and I love the feel. His lips brush against me, sending tingles dancing through me. Ah, God, his teeth nibbling at my ear lobe is going to be my undoing.

  A soft sigh of pleasure escapes my lips and I sag against the counter for support. Too weak to even hold myself up under his sensual assault.

  He chuckles against my ear. “I remember what you like, sexy girl.”

  Yes, he does.

  His big, rough hands skim down my sides, then sneak under my sweater. “Should I undress you right here?”

  He tickles my ribs but instead of laughing it makes me moan.

  “Would you like me to fuck you hard and fast on your counter?”

  Both hands are under my sweater but they stop just under my breasts. I make a needy pleading noise and arch my back, wanting his hands.

  “Or, I could take you over to your couch. Bend you over the back and take you from behind.” He punctuates the dirty image by thrusting his hips against me.

  I can’t take any more. I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head to the side, kissing him to get him to shut up. My hands stroke down his broad shoulders, over his chest, skip down over the bumps of his abs, finally landing on the impressive bulge in his jeans.

  “I’ll leave it up to you.” I squeeze his dick just a little, so he remembers what it feels like to have my hands on him.

  “I don’t even know where to start, Lilly. That’s how fucking nuts you make me.”

  It’s a sweet sentiment. A little filthy too. I could get used to this sweeter side of Z. I already like his filthy side.

  His lips glide over my jaw and take my mouth again. My body won’t stop trembling while his hands slide down over my ass again, this time pulling me up and into him. He breaks our kiss long enough to look in my eyes. “Wrap your legs around me, girl.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes. You. Can. Do it. I got you.”

  Keeping his hands under my ass he carries us into my bedroom and tosses me on my bed. It’s messy and unmade, but it’s not like Z has ever invited me to see his room at the clubhouse, so I really don’t give a shit.

  I prop myself up on my elbows to admire him. “Take your shirt off.”

  He grins an irresistible flash of dimples, then slowly works his shirt off.

  “Fuck,” I groan.

  A slower smile spreads over his face. “You like that, huh?”

  Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I can only nod. Why do I only seriously date older men again?

  Money. Security. But none of that seems important as I gaze at Z’s perfectly chiseled and tattooed body posing before me. Yes, he’s a cocky fucker, but he’s earned it. He looks damn good and I don’t blame him one bit for being proud of it.

  He unzips his pants and steps out of them. “Why are you still dressed?”

  Kneeling up on the bed, I pull my sweater over my head and toss it at him.

  “That’s better. God damn your tits are perfect.” He reaches to run a finger over my black, see-through bra, pausing to tease my nipples into hard points. “Fuck, that’s sexy. Were you planning to get fucked tonight?” he asks with a bit of an edge to his voice.

  Narrowing my eyes, I brush his hand off me. “What kind of question is that?”

  He thrusts his chin at me. “The sexy underwear.”

  A soft chuckle escapes me. “That’s all I own.”

  “Fuck.”

  “No granny panties in my drawers.” I continue provoking him.

  He lets out a strangled groan, while rubbing his hand over his neck and jaw. His gaze is glued to my body and a surge of feminine pride zips through me.

  Hooking my thumbs under the straps of my bra, I tease them on and off my shoulders. “This is tame.”

  “Lilly,” he warns before diving onto the mattress with me. He’s all business as his hand goes straight for the button on my jeans. He tugs and jerks the material down my legs, then tosses them on the floor. A conflicted look crosses his face.

  “I don’t know where to start.”

  His sincerity makes me chuckle. “Come here and kiss me.”

  Very gently, he lowers himself over me. The warmth of him soaking into me. The weight of his muscular body pressing me into the mattress. One hand glides down, stroking over my panties, then pushing them aside to run his fingers over my slick folds.

  One finger pushes inside and my head rolls to the side. My hips arch up, seeking more of his soft, focused, exploratory touches.

  “Sexy girl’s fuckin’ soaked,” he whispers against my ear.

  I nod my head frantically. Then my whole body jerks when he scrapes his teeth over the tip of my nipple. The thin material of my bra does nothing to dull the sensation of his warm, wet mouth closing over my breast.

  “Ahhh…Z.”

  My other breast gets the same treatment, until I’m squirming and damn close to begging for his cock.

  “Z, please.”

  I feel, rather than see the smirk he’s wearing, but he doesn’t answer me, just keeps taking his sweet time licking and tasting me.

  It’s going to take a little more persuasion on my part, so I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tug.

>   “Wait,” he growls.

  “I can’t.” In this moment, I’m not ashamed at all. I’m too desperate to have his iron hard cock gliding into me to care that I’m begging.

  Thankfully, he takes pity on me. Lifting his head, looking around the room as if he’s as disoriented as I am, he hones in on my nightstand and reaches to grab the condoms he knows I store in the top drawer.

  There’s no fumbling. Every movement is deliberate, sure and sexy as hell. He kicks out of his briefs, and hooks his arm under my knee, spreading me wide. His thumb teases against my clit, rubbing in gentle circles for a second before sliding his cock down the length of my slit. Even through the condom, I feel how hot he is. Burning up just like me. When I think I’m going to scream from frustration, he places his cock at my opening and pushes inside, so fucking slow.

  The best kind of torture.

  ***

  The way Lilly stares up at me while I’m pushing inside her melting hot pussy is enough to make me lose it. But I hold on because I want this to be good for both of us. Her throaty voice in my ear is so fuckin’ sexy as I keep pressing my inside. She’s so fucking hot and wet, squeezing me so good.

  I thrust in deeper and she cries out. Her sharp nails rake down my shoulders. “Harder. More. Please.” Each word comes out in a sexy panting breath.

  “Hang on, baby, I’m gonna give you more than you can handle.”

  I pull back, then thrust in harder. Over and over, jiggling her amazing tits, slamming her bed into the wall. Her nails dig in deep and I love it.

  “Z, I need…I need…”

  “I know. Hang on, this feels too good to stop.”

  But I do stop, long enough to flip us.

  “Oh God, yes,” her eyes practically glow in the light of the moon coming in through her bedroom window. She lowers herself onto me, so fast, she ends up gasping and raising herself right back up. I can’t help chuckling.

  “Easy, girl.”

  Lilly likes a challenge and she guides my dick into her hot pussy once more, this time easing herself down slower. Squeezing every inch of me as she takes me inside her body.

  “Fuck, that’s good, Lilly. Right there.”

  She rakes her nails down my chest and I arch up, driving my cock deeper. The primal groan she lets out makes me feel like a fucking rock star. Reaching up, I draw the straps of her bra down, freeing her perfect, round breasts, then cupping them in my hands. She throws her head back, the ends of her hair tickling against my thighs. Pinching her nipples a bit, I arch up again.

  “Fuck me, girl.”

  She tips her head down, a lopsided smile lights up her pretty face. “Yes, sir.”

  Oh, fuck. “Don’t start that shit.” I laugh.

  She lifts her body, then lowers. Rocks up and down, squeezing the fuck out of my dick. I let her have her way with me, until she’s moaning with pleasure, slamming herself down and grinding her pelvis into me. “Fuuuck, that’s so good, Z.”

  Yes it is.

  I grab her hips and move her, thrusting up each time I yank her down. “Come for me, Lilly.”

  “I…” she never finishes. She gasps and moans. Deep, guttural moans that break apart and turn to screams. Raw, honest sounds, unlike any other woman I’ve ever been with.

  That’s it. Can’t take any more. I roll her under me and pin her wrists over her head with one hand, thrusting into her hard. Her head rolls to the side, but her hips bump up to meet me thrust for thrust. Her legs tighten around my waist. Suddenly, I’m consumed with the need to have her eyes on me. I need her to see who’s fucking her into oblivion.

  I cup her face with one hand, turning her to me. “Look at me.”

  Her eyes pop open, and we’re staring at each other. She fights to free her hands, but I keep her pinned down. I love how she struggles beneath me and the way her eyes never leave my face. Even when she gasps again, cries out.

  My cock can’t take any more. I explode inside her with such force I’m surprised her head’s still attached to her body. She slides into another orgasm and I keep thrusting, loving each ecstatic moan. Finally, I have to stop. I barely manage to roll over and drop the condom in the little basket by her bed.

  It’s Lilly who pulls me close to her body. That’s new and I like it a lot. Her breath swirls across my chest. She nuzzles her cheek against me and sighs, “Merry Christmas.”

  Big, warm arms hold me tight. Opening my eyes, I blink at the daylight and glance down at the heavily-tattooed arm wrapped around me.

  Z.

  Content, I sigh and relax against him.

  “Morning,” he rumbles from behind me.

  Wriggling against him, I murmur my own good morning. Rough fingers trace up my arm, teasing my hair over my shoulder. His stubbly cheek rubs over my back, firm lips blaze a trail up my neck, behind my ear.

  Loud thumping from the living room, startles us apart.

  “The fuck?” Z snarls, reaching for his clothes and most likely a gun.

  Bracing a hand on his shoulder, I listen carefully.

  “Lilly!” comes the muffled shout.

  Fuck!

  Z scowls at me. “You expectin’ someone sweetheart?”

  “No.”

  But I should have expected this. My brother, Alex, always stops by on Christmas morning to give me a pep talk before we head to my parents’. This is the worst. By now he’s seen Z’s truck parked in my driveway and will have a million questions for me.

  Fuck.

  Throwing back the covers, I scurry around the room throwing on clothes so I can go greet my brother.

  ***

  What the motherfuck?

  I was about to have myself a very nice Christmas morning, sinking back inside Lilly. My cock is fuckin’ throbbing at the thought. But she’s racing around the room, like a nut.

  ‘Cause there’s another dude at her front door.

  I don’t believe this shit.

  Neither of us want to be exclusive. We’ve had that talk. This arrangement suits me perfectly.

  So why am I so fuckin’ pissed right now?

  At least I got here first.

  Whoever is out there sounds just as pissed. Worried about my girl, I throw on my jeans and decide to put on a good show for her visitor.

  I throw open her bedroom door and storm down the hallway. Bracing myself in the doorway to her living room, I feign a casual pose and assess my competition. Big, blond fucker. Well over six feet. My age, maybe older. I can handle him. Or at least get some good hits in trying.

  “Lilly, darlin’ I wasn’t done with you yet,” I slip the words out slowly, and watch the guy’s face turn red with rage.

  Tough shit, fucker.

  Lilly gasps. “Z, dammit.”

  Lilly’s cheeks are pink as she ducks her face into her open palms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mutters over and over.

  The dude’s hands are fisted at his sides.

  “Who is your friend, Lil?”

  She finally tips her head up, glaring at the guy. “Knock it off, Alex. That’s what you get for barging in without calling.”

  “I did call you, like a hundred times.”

  “Oh, shit. My cell phone’s in my car.”

  She’s hesitating. Can’t blame her. As pissed as I am, I recognize this must be real fuckin’ awkward for Lilly.

  She glances at me again and shakes her head. “Z, this is my brother, Alex. Alex, this is my friend, Z.”

  Friend, huh. Guess it sounds better than “fuck buddy.”

  So this is her brother? I always pictured the dude with dark hair, like Lilly. Suddenly I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ stupid standing here half-naked trying to intimidate this guy.

  Her brother. Shit.

  Trying to smooth over the awkward moment, I step forward and raise my hand. “Hey, Alex.”

  Lilly’s wide, pleading eyes are clearly saying “please put some fuckin’ clothes on.”

  Alex nods at me, but doesn’t say anything.

  “I, uh, I’ll
be right back.”

  ***

  Even though I try to distract Alex by pulling him into the kitchen, his eyes bug out when Z turns around, and Alex gets a good look at the Lost Kings MC tattoo, taking up Z’s entire back. While I find it incredibly sexy, Alex looks like he’s going to have a stroke.

  As soon as Z is out of eyesight, Alex grips my arm.

  “Some motorcycle gang thug? Are you out of your fucking mind, lil’ sis?”

  “He’s not a thug. It’s a motorcycle club, big brother.”

  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ. He fuckin’ hurts you, I’ll kill him, and I’ll have all his club brothers after me. Great.”

  “Knock it off. It’s not like that.”

  I busy myself by making coffee. I’m mortified Alex caught me in this position. Not that he labors under any delusions about me, but still, this is awkward. Almost as awkward as when I found him and Sophie screwing each other after our senior prom.

  “Like hell it’s not. How long has this been going on? Where did you even meet someone like that?”

  Now I’m pissed. He doesn’t even know Z and he’s judging him a little too harshly for my taste. I get the whole overprotective, big brother thing, but this is too much. Besides the awesome orgasms, Z’s always been rather sweet to me. While our relationship is strictly fuck-and-go, Z never makes me feel cheap or used, something I can’t say about a lot of the guys I’ve been with, so my brother’s assumptions about Z’s character based on a fucking tattoo, tick me off.

  “Do you really want me to answer those questions? We hook up from time to time, does that make you happy? I met him through a friend. He’s a nice guy. I like him, so stop being fucking rude.”

  Alex sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Fine. Damn, Lilly. I just worry about you. I was worried about you last night after that shit show with Mom and Dad and Aunt Bruna’s stupid mouth.” He points to the box of cinnamon buns on the counter. “I brought these over to cheer you up, before we have to go back and do it all over again. I didn’t expect you to have company.”

  That’s our Christmas ritual—cinnamon buns and coffee before family time. Shit, if my brain wasn’t in my vagina, I would have remembered.