Chapter One
Mina
I try to concentrate on the task at hand and go over the shipments on my board. But no matter how hard I try, my eyes keep roving to the clock as I move through the warehouse checking things off my list. Normally I don’t check order inventory as they get loaded onto the trucks, but I needed something to keep me busy. I’m helping out on the floor this morning with the hope that time will fly by. So far it’s not working.
Most of the time I’m locked away in my husband’s office. The only time I ever go down on the floor is if he’s at my side or I’m seeking him out. He’s always worried that I’m going to get hurt. Once I suggested I learn how to drive the forklifts so I could use them if extra help was ever needed. The look on his face had me changing the subject. If he could he would wrap me in bubble wrap and keep me locked inside our home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband’s overprotective nature, but sometimes it’s a little much.
If he knew I was down on the warehouse floor doing this right now he’d be pissed. I smile at the idea. Maybe part of me isn't doing this out of boredom or a need to help out. Maybe I’m doing it because I like to get him worked up. I love to test his self-control, and I’ve never in my twenty years seen someone who had as much control as my King.
Kingsley went out of town yesterday afternoon. A new company is interested in using Kingsley Shipping as their new warehouse holding center and delivery company.
I knew it was a big deal because King doesn't like traveling anymore. Or at least that’s what I have kind of picked up on. He used to travel a lot before I came along. He’s only been away twice since we’ve been together. Each one was only one night away. Not even a full twenty-four hours.
He wanted me to go with him on this trip, but I talked him out of it. I knew this one was a big win for Kingsley Shipping. So big we’d be opening another warehouse and expanding even more, something the little town of Elton needed. I wanted him to stay focused and not rush back to the hotel to be by my side. Or worse, make me go to the meetings and dinner and drinks after with more shop talk. He’d growl at any man who looked at me and cause a scene. I know my husband too well.
The men at the Kingsley warehouse will hardly even look at me when they talk to me because of him. How can something be adorable and annoying at the same time? I have to bite back a smile thinking about it. God, I love that man.
My body still tingles when I think about the last time he went out of town. When he came home I was already asleep on the sofa waiting for him. I was barely awake and he was ripping the clothes off my body like he was starving for me.
He devoured my body and owned every part of me. He took me over and over again until I passed out, unable to move. It wasn't anything like how we normally have sex. Our sex has always been soft and sweet. So sweet sometimes it makes me cry. I don’t think anyone would have looked at King and thought he was a sweet and tender lover.
He might own and run a multimillion-dollar company, but King is always getting his hands dirty. He’s gruff. He loves being out in the factory working on the trucks. Getting his hands dirty. You can tell from the rough texture of his hands he doesn't sit in an office all day. He never wears a suit unless he has to, preferring to be in jeans, steel-toe boots and a work shirt.
His chocolate-brown hair is always a little messy, his beard is long and rough. People usually think he’s a lumberjack because of how big he is. He’s easily twice my size, and he’s built like the trucks he often works on. I love my big hairy husband and I understand why he always handles me with care. He’s afraid his size and strength could hurt me, but I know he never would.
That man loves me more than anything. Heck, that was clear after only knowing him a week. The first day I walked into the Kingsley Shipping warehouse he was on me. I came in asking about the ad needing someone to get his office organized. I was hired on the spot before I barely got two words out. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. He even talked me into going home with him the first time because he said he needed his house organized, too. I didn't get much of a tour that first night. The only part I saw was his bedroom.
But he wasn't alone in being head over heels. When I looked into Kingsley’s dark blue eyes I got lost that first day, too. He could have talked me into going anywhere. It didn't take much for him to get me in his bed and then share something with him I’d never shared with any other man before.
It wasn't even a week later and he had a ring on my finger. He made me Mrs. Kingsley Washington as fast as he could. I went from living with my parents to living in this giant warehouse that King had renovated and made his home. You could fit five of my childhood homes into the place.
My life has completely flipped and I love it all so much. But there’s something still hanging out of my reach, something I’ve been craving since that night my King woke me up on the couch. It was a need for me unlike anything he’d shown me before and I want it back. For the first time ever he lost control and he wasn’t so delicate and careful with me. I want it again, but he refuses. He keeps telling me it was a one-time slip. I’m craving his primal touch, but each time he’s pulled me into his arms since then it’s been soft and sweet. I see his control just on the edge in his eyes as that savage strength starts to take over, but it never stays.
Maybe another night away would get him to break again. My nipples harden at the thought. I squeeze my legs together, trying to control the heat that rushes between my thighs. I need my King.
Chapter Two
King
I spent all day in meetings and I’m dog tired. What I want right now is to cuddle up next to my woman and fall asleep in her arms, but I’ve got a little longer before I can do that.
Everything went better than expected and the developers are ready to break ground on the expansion. The meeting was full of people and questions, but still, Mina was in my thoughts. I can’t wait to tell her the good news. This is going to mean a ton of jobs for the town, more security for my company, and a solid future for my wife. I’ve already got good money and a nice nest egg for whatever her heart desires, but I want to give her the world. All of this is for her and means nothing without her.
I crank up my diesel truck and turn on the radio. It’s late, but I can’t wait to get to Mina and tell her the good news. She’s my biggest champion and her excitement will be my own.
From the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was the one. She walked into the shop that day looking like an angel that just dropped out of the sky. She was all big eyes and smiles and I’d never felt anything so good as I did just standing in her presence. She looked up at me with her dark green eyes and I swear I can’t tell you if time stood still or it sped up. All I know is, the first time she laughed my heart was reborn. I’ve done a lot in my life, but from the first touch, the first kiss, I was remade into a man made for her.
Hell, the first day she was with me, I got her back to my place. I didn’t think a woman as beautiful and precious as her would want anything to do with a big bear like me. But God smiled on me again and again until she finally said “I do.” I practically picked her up and ran with her down the aisle the moment she said yes, because I was terrified she would change her mind. I thought that any second she was going to realize she could do better and be out the door. But somehow, some way, she loves me. She looks at me like I hung the moon just for her, and I swear to God, if I could I would.
She’s so delicate and soft that I constantly have to remind myself to be careful with her. I have to go slow and be easy with her little body. She’s the most important thing to me on this earth and I have to protect her. Even from myself.
My thoughts drift back to the last time I was away from her, and when I came home. I took her like a savage on the living room couch. Flashes of me gripping her hips and biting her shoulder as I took her from behind flood me. I’d left bruises on her silky skin and felt like a bastard the next day when I saw them. I’d ridden her so hard she had carpet burns on her knees, but she just laughed them off and told me how good it was. I know she was just trying to make me feel better about how rough I took her. She’s my angel that way. Always saving me.
I promised myself I’d never do that to her again. So tonight if I have to, I’ll jerk off in the truck before I go inside so I’m in control. I can’t take the chance of not being careful and hurting her.
She was a virgin the first time we made love, and I thought I was going to split her in half. It didn’t take as long as I thought to work myself inside her because she was so eager and brave. I’m a big man all over, and it still barely fits inside her. Every time I get in her pussy it’s like being with a fresh cherry all over again. And again, my angel calls to me. Always wet and ready for the taking.
I grip the steering wheel tighter and try to focus on the road. I’m too keyed up to think about fucking her right now. I need to slow down and think about making love. I sent her a quick text before I got on the road because I knew if I heard her voice, I’d ask her for phone sex. I just can’t get enough of her, and even the drive home is almost too much to bear.