“To King’s.”
I arched a brow. “Really.”
“Yes, really. Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
His blue eyes narrowed and he poked a finger at my chest. “That one. Like you’re going to try to stop me from making a bad decision, blah blah blah. Unless you want noodle fight 2.0, you’ll let me by. And youwon’tcall King to give him a heads-up.”
A fired-up Theo was hot as hell, and I couldn’t stop my smirk. I moved aside to let him pass, and as he brushed by me, I caught him by the hand and pulled him back to me.
“I’m not your keeper, Theo,” I murmured against his soft lips as he struggled in my hold. “I’m your man. And you’re my priority over everyone. So if you want to confront King, I won’t stop you. I’ll even go with you.”
Incredulity flashed in his eyes as he stopped fighting me. “Really?”
“Why does that surprise you?”
“I…” He swallowed and looked away. “I guess I just assumed you’d think it was a bad idea.”
“Actually, I think clearing the air is probably the best thing to do, and it doesn’t look like King’s making the first move.”
Theo stared at me for a long moment like he expected me to change my mind, but then a huge grin broke out on his face and he gave me a long kiss.
“You better get dressed, then, Winchester,” he said, smacking me on the ass. “Otherwise all this pent-up frustration’s gonna be taken out on you.”
“I mean?—”
“Get dressed.”
I stepped away from the door. “Never thought there’d come a day you wanted something more than sex.”
“Why do you think I’m so frustrated?” he called out as I headed back to the bedroom. “I’d much rather spend my time thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you than King.”
“I’d rather that too,” I said, and could practically hear the shudder in his voice as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Then I headed back out to see him sitting on the edge of the couch and offered my hand. “So let’s go.”
KING’S PLACE WAS unique, to say the least. It was also one of the most secure in Manhattan. So secure you wouldn’t even realize the nondescript garage door we’d just pulled up to opened up to a state-of-the-art elevator we woulddriveinside of to be delivered to the floor of his penthouse.
That’s right, not only did King have a garage in New York City, he had one that was an elevator with two spaces. You know, just in case he had a guest—or an angry Libertine member.
As I drove up to the door, I reached for the button on the intercom and waited to see who it was I was going to have to deal with. I had a one-out-of-three shot of getting the man himself, but if he wasn’t available I was hoping for?—
“Hello?”
—Zac. Thank fuck. I would take him over East any day.
“Hey, Zac, it’s Shep and Theo. Is King home?”
“Yeah, we’re all here.”
It took everything I had not to groan at that, but Theo wasn’t quite as polite about it.
“Great, that’s just what we fucking need. King’s harem.”
“Theo,” I gritted out, and turned back to the speaker. “Could you let him know we’re here? That we need to talk?”
“Of course. Let me buzz you in.”
“Appreciate it,” I said as the garage door opened and I drove us inside. I parked and turned to see Theo staring out the windshield like he was expecting King to suddenly appear in a sneak attack.
