Page 49 of Break a King (Five Kings 3)

Hunter

We spent the rest of the day in bed. My mind wasn’t on business for once, and I have to trust Ryder to have our backs. It’s only when the calls started piling up that I reluctantly left Lexi to shower and fix us some food and headed to my den, dressed only in sweatpants. This is a luxury I never normally afford myself, preferring to dress accordingly when I make even more money. It’s become a game to me, each day has to improve on the last but I’m surprised to find another goal has now taken priority. Keeping Lexi.

I work to distract my mind from the mess my life is in right now and am surprised when the door opens and she walks into the room looking like an angel. Like me, clothes don’t feature much and my mouth waters as she sits on the edge of my desk, dressed in tiny sweat shorts and a tight-fitting vest that stretches across her tits, revealing the temptation underneath. Her wild hair is bunched high on the top of her head and her long shapely legs dangle off my desk, providing an interesting image of them wrapped around my waist and as she sets the coffee down on the desk, she smiles sweetly.

“I thought you could use this. Dinner is in one hour’s time. I thought you may like lasagne and salad. Boring I know but there’s not much to choose from unless we order in.”

She bites her lower lip in concentration and I wonder if there will ever be a time I don’t physically ache to be inside this woman. Even now, my cock is straining at the leash, and it’s not just because of my physical desire. It’s the whole package. The fact she’s here in my space is a surprise to me because I don’t share my privacy with anyone. But with her it’s different. It’s showing me how good it can be to let someone in, to share my life with and to make it count for something.

Suddenly, I have an image of several kids running around our heels and laughter filling the once sterile space. She sips her coffee and I love how her beautiful blue eyes deepen in color as she looks at me with concern and I laugh softly, “I was thinking about our future.”

“Is that right?” She looks a little nervous, which worries me, and I reach out and remove the mug from her hand and draw her to sit with me on my leather chair. Nuzzling her neck, I whisper, “I can see our future and it’s filled with laughter, happiness and a crazy bunch of kids. The girls are as pretty as their mother and the boys are a little hard to handle.”

“Like their father.” She laughs softly and runs her fingers through my hair and I feel more contented than I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Do you think we have that chance, Hunter, circumstances may dictate otherwise?”

“Would you like it to be?”

I think I hold my breath, waiting for her to shatter my dream, but instead her eyes fill with tears and she nods slowly. “I have imagined a life like that almost as soon as I opened my eyes. I yearned for it as a kid, what other people had. Somewhere along the line, I realized it was probably just a dream because who wants to stand up at show and tell and tell the class their mom’s an assassin?”

She laughs softly and I nuzzle her neck and inhale the scent that is fast becoming my favorite in the world. “Then stay with me, Lexi. I’ll take care of you, love you and make you happy. Don’t go back and tell Ryder King to go and fuck himself.”

Lexi throws her head back and laughs and I could listen to it all day. “You think that now.” She stares deep into my eyes and looks a little lost. “You think you want this, Hunter, but what if somewhere down the line you change your mind? At the moment it’s interesting, a little forbidden and new territory. What happens when you get bored with playing happy families? It could happen you know.”

“What about you, would you get bored, Lexi, because your boredom could spell a whole lot of trouble for me?”

She giggles and I tighten my hold and wonder if she would mind if I spread her legs wide on top of my desk and fucked her hard right now.

Almost as if she can read my mind, she whispers, “You turn me on with your talk of diapers and domestic life. Who knew normality was such an aphrodisiac?”

She giggles again and as I slowly remove her vest, I capture her tit in my mouth and suck gently, causing her to moan softly. As I feast on her, she grinds against my cock and I growl, “Ever been fucked on a spreadsheet before?”

“Strangely, no.” She laughs softly and I lift her and lay her on my desk on top of the papers that sit there. This is a first for me too and I rip down her shorts and spread her legs and bury my face in her soft sweet pussy, loving how she moans as I taste the woman I love. Yes, I love my deadly assassin and whatever happens next, I want to show her what that feels like because Lexi is going nowhere, except with me holding her hand.

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The next fewhours are probably the best of my life and for once it doesn’t concern making money. It concerns spending time with a woman that intrigues me, and as I delve into her past, I ask about her brother.

She sits opposite me at dinner and attacks her food thoughtfully, and I watch her reaction with interest because Lexi is very guarded about her private life , especially when it concerns her brother.

I love the way her eyes light up as she talks about him and she smiles softly and props her elbows on the table, something I was never allowed to do, but the way she does it makes her even sweeter than she already is.

“Chase is everything to me and the only blood relative I have left. I told you what it was like when we were growing up. It was hard, but Chase made it fun. He has this way about him that makes black white and nothing is a problem. He was born to be a Reaper really because that’s what all the guys are like.”

“Ryder tells me you are quite a challenge to the guys there, I can’t think why.”

I roll my eyes and love how she giggles softly. “They are a lot to handle, but I’m used to it having a brother like Chase. We take no shit because we don’t have time for it. We suffered enough in our childhood and made a pact never to let our past destroy our future.”

“And is it working?”

“Mainly.” Her eyes look troubled, which makes me still a little because I’m discovering that I hate seeing sadness in them.

She shrugs. “I deal with it by throwing myself into work and when that gets too much to handle, I take off. My last trip was to visit Daisy. She came to stay at the Rubicon for a while and we got close. Her visit was short because she discovered an elderly relative she never knew about and went to spend time with her. When her grandma died, she inherited some money and set up a bakery. I needed time out, and she needed help, so I hung with her for a while.”

“I can’t imagine you baking cakes.”

“What do you mean, I’m good at it? I’ll prove it and bake one for you tomorrow, what’s your favorite?”

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