KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys(83)

My life.

My hands slap her slick thighs; my cock is just throbbing with desire. I’ve just watched my woman come all over me, and now I want to come inside her. Fill her up with my cock, and let her remember who has promised to take care of her forever.

I press myself into her, and her pussy is so nice and warm it seems to beg me to go in her deeper. Claire’s body relaxes under me, as if instinctively making more space for my cock.

My body hovers over hers, I run my hand through her soft hair, looking into her deep green eyes. Her eyelids flutter; a satisfied smile crosses her red lips.

“You like that?” I ask, my cock moving in and out as I push her back to the edge.

I know she likes it by the way she moans, the way she grabs my ass and holds tight. Her body responds to mine, and I sit up higher and take hold of both her ankles, swinging them over my shoulders. Her legs are raised in the air, her ass bouncing tight against my groin.

It feels so good, I think I’m going to explode, but I want Claire’s skin pressed against me when I do. So I lift her to me so she sits in my lap. Her legs wrap tight around me. Fuck the Kama Sutra; I have my own sex-goddess right here.

Her tits are pressed against my chest, and I pull her hair from her neck, kissing her bare shoulders, her ears. Her arms tighten around my neck as she breathes me in, swiveling her hips in pleasure.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” I tell her, unable to hold back any longer, not wanting to wait. I want my cock to fill her with my seed.

We come together, my world rocked with her in it—but I’ve never felt so grounded in my fucking life.



After, with Claire cradled in my arms, I kiss her forehead, wanting to savor this moment. I know once we go back to the house people will be vying for our attention, and right now I just want her.

Just want us.

“Thank you, again, for filing the divorce papers,” she whispers in my chest. “I don’t think I could have faced Bobbie, after all these years.”

“Stop saying that,” I tell her. I don’t want her thanks; I don’t need it. “You know, Denzel says Bobbie offered money, a settlement for Sophia.”

“I don’t want Sophia to ever feel tied to him. When she’s older, if she wants to meet him, she can ... but we aren’t taking anything from him. He’s already taken enough from me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” I kiss her again, pulling her closer to me. “Sophia is just lovely, Claire. You’ve done such a good job with her.”

“Thank you,” she says. “That is a compliment I never have to ask twice for.”

“Yeah, she seems to like me, too,” I say, smiling.

“How could she not?”

“Right?” I use my finger and bring Claire’s chin up so she’s looking at me. “But truly, we got along really well.”

“Good, I want you two to get along. It’s so important if this is going to work.”

“Agreed.” I want to reach over and pull the ring from the pocket of my pants, the ones strewn on the floor. I want to get down on one knee.

But suddenly I’m nervous. Maybe Claire would rather I wait to propose, until things are more established between us. Until I’ve taken her on at least one proper date.

I hope that isn’t the case, because she needs to be mine.

“We should probably go back to the house,” she says, breaking my line of thought. “It’s been an hour.”

“Okay,” I say, reluctantly moving to get up, knowing the moment has passed. Wanting to catch her off guard, but also at peace.

She doesn’t need any more unhappy surprises in her life.



In the house, everyone is gathering in the dining room for a meal. The moment we walk in all eyes turn expectantly to Claire’s ring finger, but it remains bare.

Ace looks at me, shaking his head, mouthing the word pussy—and I know he’s right.

I should have had the balls to do it back in the stables.

Trays of food are brought out—sandwiches and salads—and everyone begins to eat. I worked up a fucking appetite and, besides that, I’m grateful for a distraction.

I want the proposal to be perfect. Totally Claire. I’m just not sure how to top the engagement at the airport. It was pretty spectacular, even if it was completely fake.

“We’ve been discussing the plans for the new club,” McQueen tells me. “The ladies think it sounds pretty cool.”

I lower my gaze at him, and then cock my head toward Sophia.

“Sorry, man.”

“What is the club?” asks Claire, the only one out of the loop.

“I finally figured out the perfect idea for the property we invested in. I thought we could use it to help the cash flow for The King’s Diamond, but my parents have solved that problem all on their own.”