Page 71 of Slay King

I giggled, pressing my face into his collarbone. I had kind of gone a little wild. But wow. That had been incredible.

He trailed his fingertips down my back and over my bottom several times as our breathing slowed.

“I think I’m more sensitive,” I said.

“No shit,” he replied, causing me to laugh again.

“Is that bad?” I really hoped not.

“Depends.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “What does that mean?”

He reached up and brushed the hair out of my face. “On if you like walking bowlegged. Because I’m about to fuck you again and possibly after that. I’m thinking I might keep you in here and fuck you for the next nine months.”

I grinned, pressing my lips together.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, taking my chin and pulling my mouth down to his. “Just think, I could have eaten your pussy, then fucked you. Next time I tell you to get on my face, you do it.”

I wasn’t going to argue. I sank into him, savoring the taste of him as he held me. No matter what the future held, I had this with him right now. If I lost him one day, I’d be devastated, but it could happen, and when he bored of me, I would hold on to these memories.

• Thirty •

My own fucking baby mama.

King

I walked back into the bedroom to find Rumor standing there in nothing but a towel. Her head full of damp ringlets that I fucking loved. I was down to needing one crutch today, but it would be a week or more before I was free of the added support. Thanks to Gage fucking Presley.

“You’re back,” she said, smiling.

The way her eyes lit up when she saw me made my chest feel like it was gonna explode. Jesus, was there anything she did that I wasn’t obsessed with?

“Meeting was short,” I told her.

“Are you hurting?” she asked, concern shadowing her face.

Yeah, it hurt like a son of a bitch, but I wasn’t telling her that.

“No, sweets. Can’t feel a thing.”

She didn’t look convinced. “You need to rest. Sit down. I’ll get you something to drink, and you can watch TV.”

Damn, she was cute.

I let my gaze travel down her body slowly. “I’ll sit if you come straddle me. Naked.”

She shivered and held on to the towel tightly. “We just … had sex twice,” she replied, but I could tell she wasn’t against it.

“And you’re naked in a towel with all those pretty curls wet and hanging down your back.”

“Shouldn’t we talk?” she asked softly.

My eyes shot back up to her face. “Talk?”

She nodded, those big eyes of hers looking at me nervously.

I took a step in her direction. Damn crutch made everything hard. “What do you want to talk about, sweets?”

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