King(34)

“No, I haven’t touched drugs since I found out I conceived Lily when I was doing them. So, you haven’t been talking to me because you’re jealous?”

“I don’t give a damn who you fuck.” She denied his accusation.

“I think you do.” His hand slid under the fabric of her dress which had ridden up to her knees when she had scooted across the car seat.

Her hand came down on his, trying to stop him unsuccessfully.

“Why did you come by my apartment building early?”

“I was going to surprise you; I had borrowed an outfit from Pepper. Instead, I was the one surprised.”

“Why? Did that bother you? You don’t give a damn who The Last Riders fuck.”

“I didn’t care. I just wasn’t in the mood for a threesome.”

“I thought threesome’s were your forte.”

Evie’s hand flew out, attempting to strike him, but King caught it, maneuvering her back against the seat until she was lying down with him between her thighs.

His hand went between her legs. “You’re wet for me. Have you been missing my dick?”

Evie’s hands curled as she attempted to claw at his face.

“Uh-uh, none of that.” King jerked down her dress until her breasts popped out. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he began torturing the tip with his teeth. “I didn’t fuck Lisa.”

Evie turned her face away from him. “Don’t lie to me,” she whispered.

King bit down harder on her nipple before taking his mouth away. “I’m not lying.”

“You’ve been seeing other women before I come to your apartment.” Her accusing eyes stared up into his.

“Yes,” he admitted. Evie tried to struggle from underneath him, but his mouth moved to her other breast. “Until I can walk away clean from Queen City, I won’t jeopardize your safety. Those women are nothing but a smokescreen. They have a late dinner with me and a drink then leave.”

Although Evie didn’t believe him and her stiff body might be hiding the fact she wanted him, her wet pussy responded to the finger he thrust deep within. Her gasp turned to a moan as he began to slide his finger back and forth, moving his thumb to tease her clit.

Her hands grabbed his shoulders. “Henry will see. Stop.”

“The window is up. He can’t hear and won’t look.” Brushing her objections aside, his mouth lowered to hers. “I haven’t fucked another woman since you came to Queen City.”

When she bit at his tongue as he tried to enter her mouth, King stopped rubbing her clit while continuing to finger-fuck her. She then opened her mouth, letting him have his way as his thumb returned to sliding through her wet pussy.

“Come home with me,” he demanded.

“I don’t need your protection.”

“Evie, I’m not going to endanger you.”

“Then get your hand away from my pussy!” she yelled at him, hitting at his shoulders.

King sat up in his seat, lifting off her.

“I’m too old to play these games, Evie.”

“I’m not playing. If you really want to keep me safe, then all you have to do is stay the fuck away from me. Problem solved.” As Evie folded her arms across her stomach, sitting tensely in her seat, King stared back at her. She was hurt, and while she was trying to hide it, it was unmistakable. Her eyes held the glimmer of tears, and the jackass that he was only then belatedly realized she was dressed like the sophisticated women he usually dated.

King pulled her onto his lap, his hand lifting her face to his. “You win, but we’re going to play by my rules.”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“No more women acting as camouflage,” King gave in. “And I better not catch you with another man again.”

When Evie’s mouth snapped open, he could tell she was going to lay into him.

“You won,” he told her before she could yell at him. “The least you could do is accept it gracefully.”

“I won? What did I win?” she asked snidely. “I want to go to Penni’s apartment.”

So, she wasn’t going to forgive easily. King could deal with her anger; what he couldn’t work with was not seeing her.

King lowered the window long enough to tell Henry to take her home.

“Satisfied?” he asked with a lifted brow.

“No, I’m not.” She crossed her legs.

King grinned at her unrepentantly.

“You’re a jerk,” she snapped, seeing his grin.

King shrugged, admitting his guilt.

It wasn’t long before Henry pulled up in front of Penni’s apartment. Coming to a stop, he got out to open the back door. Evie slid out, and once outside, she stopped and looked back inside the car.