Page 26 of By His Rule

I want that again.

I thought I’d found it…

A pained sigh spills from my lips before I can catch it.

“Oh god, King,” Tate cries as he sucks on the skin beneath her ear.

“So much for you being too exhausted to hold your liquor,” Kian mutters, also watching the show with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort in his eyes.

“What can I say?” King mutters, letting us know that he’s listening despite being distracted. “My wife is hot as fuck. Stay and watch if you want. We’ve got nothing to hide.”

I shake my head, both loving and hating my best friend right now.

King is hot; I can’t deny that. And from what I’ve heard, his looks aren’t where his gifts end, if you know what I mean.

Christ, how long has it been since I got laid…

“Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“What’s wrong? Worried that I’ll be better than you?” King teases without so much as looking back at his brother.

Kian chuckles. “Absolutely not. I think we both know who can make a woman scream louder.”

“You’re a pig,” I scoff as my feet hit the floor, ready to do what he just suggested and get the hell out of here.

“Aw, babe. You don’t want to test out the theory?”

In utter disbelief, I wobble on my heels and stumble forward, straight into the man in question.

His rich, masculine scent assaults my nose as the soft, luxurious fabric of his shirt slides against my palm.

But there isn’t only softness. The abs hiding beneath that shirt…holy shit.

The deep rumble of his laughter fills the air around me as I fight to right myself.

The second he speaks, any thoughts of what his body might be like beneath his clothing are wiped away as I remember what an asshole he really is.

A hot body is one thing, but a shitty personality…nope. Can’t do it.

“If you’re interested, all you had to do is say. No need to throw yourself at me, Lorelei.”

My skin erupts as my name drips from his lips like silk.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Callahan. I’m leaving. If you want action, I suggest calling one of your whores. I’m sure you’ve got more than a few who’d be willing to drop everything for twenty minutes of disappointment.”

“Disappointment?” he calls as I storm toward King and Tate’s front door, snatching my jacket and purse from the counter as I go.

“Call me tomorrow,” I shout, leaving Kian alone with his drunk and horny brother and my pregnant best friend.

“Make sure she gets home,” Tate barks, making my legs move faster.

That is absolutely not necessary.

Focusing on my escape, I keep moving, and the second I’m in front of the elevator, I slam my hand down on the button, swallowing down my unease and praying the car is waiting for me.

Only, my reactions aren’t quite as smooth as I expect them to be, and I miss the button by a mile.

His laughter rips through the air a beat before his breath rushes down my neck, making my entire body erupt in goosebumps. I close my eyes, trying to fight my reaction to him as a wall of heat burns my back. Reaching out, he efficiently presses the button, calling the elevator, proving that he’s not as wasted as the man he delivered home.

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