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I was going to hell for the grief I gave my mother.
I pressed the accelerator a little harder in an effort to get home faster so I could make sure she didn’t have a stroke.
Jesus, now you’re buying into her drama.
I sighed.
This was one long-ass day. And it was only going to get longer because I still had to get through dinner out with my mum and the kids. What I needed was to think happy thoughts for the rest of this drive home. I’d fill my well with happy, then I’d do dinner, and then I’d have a long bath. With some wine.
King.
Shit, shit, shit.
Why did my mind instantly go to him when it searched for happy?
Because he made you very happy the other night, Lily.
My legs squeezed together as I remembered his mouth on me, his fingers inside me, and his tongue working me. The man was skilled, that was for damn sure. Not to mention skilled at saying no. I couldn’t figure him out. And I still couldn’t get him out of my mind.
I indicated to turn into my street and a few moments later, pulled into my driveway, surprised to see two bikes parked outside. I parked in the garage, grabbed my stuff and hurried inside to find out who was here. And came face-to-face with King when I stepped inside my home.
Coming to an abrupt halt, I frowned. “King?”
Good God he looked good today. It was in the way his clothes clung to his body. I’d always had a thing for black tees stretched across muscles, and he wore one today. My eyes were also drawn to the tattoos covering his arms, his fingers, and the small patch of chest I could see. I couldn’t drag my gaze from them.
“We’re almost finished and will be out of your hair soon,” he said, confusing me.
I finally looked
up at him. Ignoring the way he watched me with heat—the kind that made me squeeze my legs together again because it reminded me of the way he’d looked at me the other night—I asked, “What do you mean? What are you nearly finished?”
My mother bustled in at that moment, smiling the smile she reserved for men she really liked at King. “King, while you’re here, do you think you could possibly check the oil and water in my car please?”
My eyes bulged. And I finally lost my shit after holding it in all freaking day. “Umm, can someone please explain what universe I’ve stepped into here?” I looked at King and asked, “Why are you in my house?” before looking at my mother, and asking, “And why are you casually asking him to check your car like you guys are good mates?”
King’s lips twitched as an amused expression crossed his face. “I’m changing your locks.”
I stared at him. His answer hardly answered any of my questions. “Why are you changing my locks?”
Mum stepped forward, almost in between King and me. “Lily dear, King filled me in on the news that Linc still has a key, and he told me you asked him to stop by and do the locks. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me about Linc. I swear, that man—”
I grabbed King by the wrist and dragged him into my bedroom. I would have preferred to drag him anywhere but my bedroom; however, it was the only room in the house where I could be guaranteed privacy. Once I had him in there, I closed the door behind us, placed my hands on my hips and demanded, “How do you know about Linc? And why would you lie to my mother about me asking you to change my locks?” I held up a finger, letting him know not to talk yet because I had more questions. “And while we’re on it, how did you even know I wanted my locks changed? Did Skylar tell you? And why would you think it was okay to just drop on over and change them without asking me?” My eyes widened as one more thing crossed my mind. “And fuck, why would my mother just let you in?”
I was out of breath by the time I got all that out, and sucked some air in as I waited for his response.
He didn’t speak straight away, but rather, just stood there watching me with that same amused expression of a few moments ago. And then—“That’s a fuckload of questions.”
“Yes! And I’d like answers to them please.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but the door to my bedroom flung open, interrupting him.
“Lily, I really need—” My sister’s mouth snapped closed when her eyes landed on King. “Oh, my,” she said, looking him up and down, “You must be the hot biker dude I’ve heard all about. Lily wasn’t kidding when she said you had muscles to die for.”
I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole, which was a strange thing for me. I didn’t tend to get embarrassed easily, and not with men. If I liked a guy, I didn’t hide that from him. But for some reason, I didn’t want King to know I’d been discussing his level of hotness with my sister. I felt shy with him, which really freaking confused me.
You didn’t feel shy with him the other night.
Oh God, shut up. I was drunk.
