Page 11 of Allie's Enforcer

“Hello, King Stud.” My ego expands each time she calls me that.

“I missed you today,” I groan. Fuck. I have no idea how I’m going to survive the hockey season and trips that take me away from my curvy little soulmate.

“I missed you, too. Hold on for one second.” She talks to someone in the background for a few moments then tells me, “I heard we’re having dinner with both of our sisters and their husbands Friday night.”

“That’s what I was calling about. Dickhead number one just texted me.”

“Please don’t call my brother that in public.”

“He should be used to it by now. I can’t be the only one who calls him that,” I tease my girl, but we both know her brother is growing on me. Slowly. Like a fungus.

“You aren’t pulling the wool over my eyes. I know you’re starting to warm up to Fischer.” Allie laughs, and the sound of her happiness soothes me. Then she tells me, “I have to go. The store is super busy today. The new Slade Gray release is selling like crazy. Don’t worry, I have your copy, and I’ll bring it with me tonight.” I’d totally forgotten all about the book I ordered before meeting Allie.

“Bring your suitcase, too, so you can spend the night.” I try to convince her to sleep over every night, but so far, she’s resisted. Oh well. I’m relentless. I’ll keep trying until I get my honey bun living under my roof.

“I might just do that.” She shocks the shit out of me.

“Don’t tease a desperate man.” I hope she isn’t fucking with me.

“I’m not joking,” she tells me. “I’m tired of staying at my boring apartment when I could stay at your mansion with you. I’m dying to take a long soak in the swimming pool you call a bathtub.”

I can’t wipe the goofy smile off my face. “I’ll pick up bubble bath on my way home.”

“Party at Temper’s place!” Atlas shouts behind me, and I realize those assholes have been eavesdropping on my conversation.

“That’s right. A private goddamn party so fuck off.” I flip him off and head for the door.

“Stingy asshole,” Colter calls behind me, and I realize he’s finally talking to me again. He’s been giving me the silent treatment ever since I had him take credit for the tentacle porn.

“And don’t you forget it.”

As Fischerand Grizz gang up on Miles, Maddie shakes her head and tells me, “Don’t let the big lug fool you. Fischer wants what’s best for you, and Miles is definitely growing on him.”

“I know.” I reach for my wine glass and take a big sip before laughing. “I’m betting the front-row tickets to several of the Falcons’ home games didn’t hurt either.”

“He’s a man. Of course, it helped,” Maddie agrees.

“It’s amazing how that works.” I laugh as Morgan comes back from the bathroom. Her third freaking trip to the bathroom in the last hour.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, noticing the slight green tint to her complexion.

“I’m great. I’m starting to get used to puking every hour or so.” The reason for her ailment hits me right between the eyes, and I’m so happy for Miles’ sister and brother-in-law. We haven’t exactly been practicing safe sex ourselves, so I’m wondering if I’m about to be experiencing the same thing soon.

At the end of the night, we make plans to meet for dinner the next Thursday, and before long our triple dates become a weekly thing.

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“Please,”I beg as he continues to torture me. “Touch something important.”

“Patience, honey bun.” He isn’t going to let me rush him, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. Literally. While he slowly drives me out of my mind touching every inch of my body except the parts I want him to touch, I reach between us and take hold of his erection. I stroke it until he groans against my sensitive skin.

Frustration and a surprise attack give me the advantage, and I end up rolling him onto his back before he realizes what’s happening. “Patience, my rear end,” I grumble and slide down his muscular body to wrap my lips around his hardness.

It’s time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. I lightly run my tongue around the tip before placing little kisses along the vein running down the front of his cock. “You’re playing with fire, honey bun.”

“Patience, king stud.” I throw his words back at him and lick my way back up his shaft.

“I’m going to whip your ass for this.” Does he really think that’s a threat?

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