Kingdom Come by Terri E. Laine

Author:Terri E. Laine [Laine, Terri E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-27T18:30:00+00:00

Fourteen

Lizzy

Freshly out of the shower, in only a robe, and reading through my earlier texts with Striker, I was caught off guard when a knock came at my door. I checked my phone, and I had no missed calls. The only person it could be was Griffin, but he was supposed to be in Scotland. Then again, I hadn’t been able to shake the security detail I’d been given, even after a scathing text to Griff. Maybe something had gone wrong. There was another possibility.

But my grin stretched the length of my face when I found Striker on the other side of the door with a six-pack of beer in his hand.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

When I stepped back, he walked in smelling again like leather and wood. A scent I’d now always attribute to him.

“I didn’t get a text,” I said, closing the door.

“I figure you owe me. You sent me an SOS earlier.”

“A DTF.”

“Same difference,” he said, gracing me with his killer smile. “I’ve had a shit day and thought a good fuck would help.”

“The beer?” I asked, trying to hold back a grin.

“I couldn’t come empty-handed.” When I lifted a brow, knowing he had a different reason, he grinned. “Or pay off any asshole you might have over.”

I laughed. “You’re in luck. The only person you need to bribe is me.” I held out a hand for a beer, and he gave me one. “Now tell me the real reason you’re here.”

“I thought the only thing you wanted from me was my cock?”

“True,” I said, walking into the kitchen for a bottle opener. When I turned to offer it to him, he was already drinking his. I shrugged. “Be general, no specifics. Get it off your chest, then fuck my brains out.”

“You’re a therapist now?”

I shrugged. “For the next five minutes.”

He chuckled. “What would you say if I told you my father had a heart attack and named me his successor?”

“Does that make you the biker king?”

Striker coughed. “What makes you think my dad is a biker?”

I raised my shoulders and let them fall. “It’s that, or you’re the son of a billionaire because who says successor? The latter means we couldn’t fuck.”

“If I’m rich, you won’t fuck me?”

“Exactly. Rich guys think they own you, so your dad is a biker to keep things simple. Besides, a billionaire’s son wouldn’t have the ink you have.”

He nodded. “You like my ink?”

“I think it’s interesting you have it only where it can be viewed from the back. Like you’ve got some Jekyll and Hyde envy.”

“Maybe I do.”

Letting my grin widen, I teased, “Maybe you just thought it was cool.”

He let his head fall back with a rich belly laugh. “You are something.”

“I am, but let’s not dwell on me. Tell me the name of your gang.” When he looked confused, I added, “Biker gang.”

He didn’t let me down and said, “The Devil’s Kings,” as if I’d been right about his affiliations.

“Ah, makes sense,” I said, tipping up my head.

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