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

generous curves but loose enough to still be acceptable for a night with the family. Dark jeans and low-heeled boots. Small gold earrings glitter in the kitchen light when she tosses her head back. I’m not sure what Lilly’s mother expected, but I certainly like what the sexy girl in my arms has goin’ on.
    “Well, I like it,” I say as my hands find their way to her cheeks, my thumbs stroking along her jaw.
    “Are you planning to spend the night?” she asks.
    “Are you inviting me to, or are you going to kick me out after you get yours?” I say it as a tease, but that’s been the way it’s gone down the last few times.
    Color races up her neck into her cheeks. I had no idea Lilly was even capable of blushing.
    “You can stay.”
    I pull her tight again and grind my hips against hers, so she knows how much I want her. “Good, ‘cause I want to fuck you more than once.”
    “So ambitious.” 
     
    ***
     
    A couple kisses from Z and I’m toast. Done.
    I try sucking in a breath, but it’s futile. He has me pinned against the counter. The warmth and hardness of his wonderful, muscular body sends my heart thumping wildly. His thick arms have me held captive and my panties are fucking soaked.
    The heat this man stirs up inside of me is ridiculous.
    And I just agreed to let him spend the night.
    His face moves closer and he nuzzles my neck. His raspy cheek is rough against my skin and I love the feel. His lips brush against me, sending tingles dancing through me. Ah, God, his teeth nibbling at my ear lobe is going to be my undoing.
    A soft sigh of pleasure escapes my lips and I sag against the counter for support. Too weak to even hold myself up under his sensual assault.
    He chuckles against my ear. “I remember what you like, sexy girl.”
    Yes, he does.
    His big, rough hands skim down my sides, then sneak under my sweater. “Should I undress you right here?”
    He tickles my ribs but instead of laughing it makes me moan.
    “Would you like me to fuck you hard and fast on your counter?”
    Both hands are under my sweater but they stop just under my breasts. I make a needy pleading noise and arch my back, wanting his hands.
    “Or, I could take you over to your couch. Bend you over the back and take you from behind.” He punctuates the dirty image by thrusting his hips against me.
    I can’t take any more. I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head to the side, kissing him to get him to shut up. My hands stroke down his broad shoulders, over his chest, skip down over the bumps of his abs, finally landing on the impressive bulge in his jeans.
    “I’ll leave it up to you.” I squeeze his dick just a little, so he remembers what it feels like to have my hands on him.
    “I don’t even know where to start, Lilly. That’s how fucking nuts you make me.”
    It’s a sweet sentiment. A little filthy too. I could get used to this sweeter side of Z. I already like his filthy side.
    His lips glide over my jaw and take my mouth again. My body won’t stop trembling while his hands slide down over my ass again, this time pulling me up and into him. He breaks our kiss long enough to look in my eyes. “Wrap your legs around me, girl.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Yes. You. Can. Do it. I got you.”
    Keeping his hands under my ass he carries us into my bedroom and tosses me on my bed. It’s messy and unmade, but it’s not like Z has ever invited me to see his room at the clubhouse, so I really don’t give a shit.
    I prop myself up on my elbows to admire him. “Take your shirt off.”
    He grins an irresistible flash of dimples, then slowly works his shirt off.
    “Fuck,” I groan.
    A slower smile spreads over his face. “You like that, huh?”
    Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I can only nod. Why do I only seriously date older men again?
    Money. Security. But none of that seems important as I gaze at Z’s perfectly chiseled and tattooed body posing before me. Yes, he’s a cocky fucker, but he’s earned it. He