Page 57 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

“Let go, baby,” he said. “So fucking good.”

A guttural sound left his mouth, and my breathing was out of control as I rode out my pleasure to the sound of King going over the edge right along with me.

It had been the most erotic thing I’d ever done.

I wasn’t embarrassed.

I was sated. And relaxed. And more turned on than ever.

We both stayed on the phone, panting, before our breaths finally slowed. I didn’t know what to say as my eyelids closed and my head leaned against the back of the tub.

“Sleep well, King.”

“I definitely will. Good night, Dandelion.”

fourteen

Kingston

I pulledthe door open at the bar and walked in. Last night had been… one for the books, so to speak.

I’d come so hard at the sound of her coming. And the thought of a naked Saylor in the bathtub touching herself while I said filthy things—that was all it took.

Her voice had been sated and raspy and sexy as hell when we’d said goodnight.

Then I’d texted to make sure she was okay, and she’d told me she was fine.

She’d enjoyed it.

And then she reminded me that it was a one-and-done deal, and we’d never speak of it again.

I was hoping like hell that this was out of my system now. I’d never forget the feel of her lips against mine. Kissing Saylor was better than I ever could have imagined. Her soft lips were made for mine. The way they parted for me, inviting me in to take the kiss deeper.

Fuck.

Apparently, this was not out of my system just yet. But we’d all agreed to meet at Whiskey Falls bar for country music night, and I’d be seeing her there. I hadn’t been out in a while, but Saylor had reminded me that it was my job to look out for her with a snarky comment about me being her babysitter.

Such a smartass.

I walked into the bar and the girls were already on the dance floor. Romeo held his hand up and waved me over. I stopped to say hello to Lionel who was behind the bar and having a great time being in his element. It was good to see him doing so well since having a stroke last year.

“Looking good, Lionel,” I said, as I dabbed him up.

“You, too, King. Expecting to see you out on that dance floor.”

“You know it.” I held up a hand and made my way to the table where the guys were sitting.

Well, everyone but Hayes. He’d texted to let us know he’d made it to Barley Creek and wouldn’t be able to talk much, but he’d check in when he could. We were all following the fire on the weather app he’d sent us so we could get updates.

“There he is,” Nash said, as he took a pull from his beer. “I was worried you were going to bail again.”

“Hey now. Don’t go throwing shade. I told you I’d be here. Cutler’s having his first sleepover at JT’s tonight, right?” Cutler had obviously slept at our homes before, and his best friend, JT, had spent the night at Nash’s house. But the little dude had never slept at JT’s house, so it was a big deal. Nash was protective as hell—we all were. But JT’s parents were great, and our boy was excited to go over there.

“Yep. Jay and Susannah said they’d call me if there were any issues. But they were ordering pizza and watching a movie when I called to check in on my way over here. I’m sure he’ll be just fine.”

“So, no one is at your house.” I waggled my brows. “You can actually take a woman home to your place for once.”

“Shit. It’s been a while. And as sad as it is to say, I’m fucking exhausted from this past week. I wouldn’t mind sleeping for the next twelve hours, you know?” Nash said, setting his glass down.

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