Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5) by Autumn Jones Lake Read Free Book Online

burn,” I tell him over my shoulder to break the silence.
    “See, I would never know that. I would have jacked the fire up and set the milk to boil.”
    I chuckle, because I can picture him doing exactly that.
    Taking down my favorite cocoa mugs, I stifle a laugh. Z’s going to think I’m nuts.
    At first he doesn’t notice, but then he tips one mug to the side.
    “Remington?”
    I chuckle, a high-pitched sound that splits my ears. Why am I so nervous around him tonight?  “They were a house-warming present from my brother. For situations just like this. You know, if I had a guy over, he’d find out quick that I’ve got a shotgun and a big brother.”
    Z throws his head back and laughs. “Yeah, I bet he’s got a shovel too.” He stops and looks at me a little more seriously. “He wouldn’t like me at all, would he?”
    “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “Anyway, joke’s on him. They’re perfect cocoa mugs, ‘cause they’re so big and weighted just right. I use them all the time even though they’re ugly as shit.”
    He chuckles as he watches me pour hot chocolate into each mug.
    “No marshmallows?”
    I wrinkle my nose at him. “Nope. Sorry.” Stretching up on tiptoes, I snag a bottle out of the cabinet where I stash my liquor. “How about marshmallow vodka?”
    His nose actually wrinkles. “Sounds a little girly.”
    “Suit yourself.”
    “Oh, all right. Hit me,” he asks, holding out his mug.
    After taking a sip, he glances at me. “Not bad, Lilly, you’re always so clever.”
    I hate how much the compliment excites me. But it does. I’m used to men complimenting my looks. More specifically my boobs. But very few men ever comment on my intellect.
    Z does. And it’s not the first time, either. He’s sincere too, which I appreciate, because it’s not like he has to sweet-talk his way into my bed.
    Let’s face it, the man has an all-access pass.
    That thick dark hair of his just begs to have my fingers run through it. His eyes are especially stunning. Mischievous midnight blue is the best way to describe them.
    He smiles, softening his dangerous good looks.
    “I like when you smile,” I say softly.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah, you’ve got these cute little dimples.” I tap his cheek to emphasis my point, and as I’m pulling away, he captures my hand.
    “Cute?”
    The feel of his strong hand wrapped around mine sends electrifying sensations through me. Gazing into his dark blue eyes, I’m struck by how much I really like Z.
    “I like cute, but I also like big, dangerous, and powerful.”
    “Am I those things too?”
    “Yes.”
    His eyes simmer with heat, and I use my free hand to stroke his raspy cheek. He leans in and brushes his mouth against mine. So gentle for a man who looks so demanding. Releasing my hand, he wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tight against him.
    He growls when I flick my tongue against his lips and deepens our kiss. The taste of chocolate is sweet as he glides his tongue into my mouth.
     

 
    Normally I’m not into being some good girl’s bad boy experience. But despite all appearances, Lilly has never pretended to be a good girl.
    Still, the fact that she finds me so dark and dangerous strokes my giant biker ego in all the right spots. Her luscious curves pressed tight against me are an extra bonus. My hands roam down to run over her perfectly round ass.
    Pulling away, I take in her heavy-lidded expression. Just because I know where this night is headed, doesn’t mean I don’t want to enjoy the journey.
    My gaze skips down to her dark green sweater. It sets off her almost-black hair and makes her green eyes appear even greener.
    “You look pretty tonight.”
    She arches an eyebrow at me. “What?” I ask. Most girls like compliments, but you can never tell with Lilly.
    “Nothing, my mother was annoyed because I didn’t dress up nicer.”
    Stepping back, I take in her outfit more carefully. Soft, fuzzy sweater, tight enough to accent her