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Mags started to feel better but not nearly good enough to make it through the double she had previously signed up for on Saturday, which meant King also covered those. She promised she'd text me as soon as she knew when Grizz would let her head out Sunday. Today! I finally get to see her, and with some luck, I'll get to see all of her.
My phone vibrates next to me, and I pick it up, glancing at the screen. "Fucking finally!" I feel like doing the touchdown dance on our breakfast bar.
My roommate raises his eyebrows as I shoot to my feet. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"King is getting off in thirty."
"Getting off or getting off?" Kai makes some seriously questionable gestures, and I smack him over the head.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!"
Zeke pipes in, "The shade of your face is answering that question." Since I can't reach him, I flip him off.
When my eyes meet Kiwi's, I pause. My back stiffens. I don't like what I see. He smirks at me, unblinking, but it's not a positive or genuine amusement.
I narrow my eyes. "What?"
He glances down, examining his nails in meticulous detail, before looking back at me. "I'm sure you care about Roe-Roe, and I know she cares about you—more than she should. So, let me tell you this: if you hurt my girl, I will tongue-punch your fart box until you beg for mercy, and believe me, I will enjoy that more than you." He follows this statement with a wink, and I stare at him.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Kai sprays his booze across the carpet, pounding his chest, and Zeke is curled up on the couch in hysterical silent laughter.
Kiwi cracks up himself, and I turn on my heels and leave.
I'm fucking speechless.
I'm waitingin the parking lot behind the bar. When Grizz comes out the back door and spots me with my ass planted against King's Jeep, he halts for a second.
"You're waiting for King?"
I dip my chin in confirmation, not changing my stance with my hands in the pockets of my jeans and legs crossed at the ankles. I'm not sure what to make of the guy. He's about as secretive as Lilly's head of security, with the appearance of Ragnar Lodbrok inVikings,and has more computer monitors on his desk than a certain someone.
"She's finishing up. Front's already locked. You can head on in." He surprises me. My narrowed brows must give it away, because he barks out a laugh.
"If someone can take care of herself, it's King. I'm not worried about her." He starts walking to a beat-up old truck. Before he climbs in, he turns one more time. "I'm more worried about you."
I frown at his retreating rear lights and can't help my fists clenching and unclenching in my pockets. What is it with everyone having a problem with King and me?
Fuck this shit.
I push off the Jeep. Grizz kept the door unlocked, and I hope it's because he knew I was going in. I don't like the idea of anyone walking in when King is alone inside the bar—no matter how many knives she has strapped to her body.
Letting it fall shut behind me, I'm not overly quiet. I prefer not to be stabbed because I startle her in the empty place.
"Princess?" I call out, making sure she's aware I'm here.
King appears in the opening of the hallway leading to the main room. There is a pause before she speaks. "Hey!" Her greeting is slightly breathy, and even though I can't see her expression in the dim light—most of them are already muted—her excitement is audible.
My heart stutters, and I increase my speed. The need to touch her overwhelms my senses. Every cell in my body is starved for her.
Reaching her, I scoop her up by the ass, and she automatically latches onto me like a koala.
God, I've missed her.
Her pussy connects with my dick as she wraps her legs around me, and despite the layers of fabric between us, I can already smell her arousal. How is this possible?
Before I can say anything else, her mouth is on mine. She nips at my bottom lip, followed by soothing the sting away with the tip of her tongue. My dick is throbbing with the need to be inside of her. I walk us into their employee lounge while King trails kisses along my jaw and neck.
