“I’m not flashing my butt at anyone, King.”
“You got that fucking right. But every time I knot your ass I’m gonna see it, ain’t I?”
I twist around and look at him, and he’s so fucking serious, but it’s also so fucking perfect that I bend over his thigh, ass in the air. Steel joins me by sitting on the floor and every time I squeeze my eyes shut in pain, because of course King went huge, Steel kisses me breathless.
He completely distracts me too because it really feels like it’s over before it starts. And then I sit on King’s lap, gingerly, because my ass fucking hurts and I watch him get his ring tattooed.
“Killer.” King flicks his head. “Top drawer, grab a stack of bills out for Stain.”
Before I can move though, Stain is waving the suggestion off. “Bullshit, boss. It’s a fucking honour that your woman is wearing my work. Can’t think of a better welcome gift.” He ends up saying the most words he has said since he arrived.
King reaches out and shakes his hand, but he holds it and doesn’t let go. “You got some more time in the next few days?”
“Nah sorry, boss, I don’t. But I’m here all day so may as well take advantage too. I’m booked fucking solid until after fall.”
“Fair enough. You’re solid, Stain. Let’s go outside, have a bite to eat and celebrate before you do Steel.”
Chapter
Fifty-Seven
KING
Tristan is a bundle of nerves. No shit, I could close my eyes and find her but now I’ve got her in my house and sitting on my bed, I’m not going to waste the time playing hide-n-seek. Instead I watch her intently.
As soon as she finishes putting up her hair, she pulls it down releasing a big huff. “What if they don’t like me?”
I laugh because I’ve not met a person who doesn’t like Tristan. And that’s not what the issue really is, she’s having another one of those moments where she’s questioning everything, and anything.
“Stand up, let me see my ass, killer,” I insist, my voice dropping low.
“No chance.”
“It wasn’t a question,” I snarl back impatiently before I yell over my shoulder, “Maverick!”
“What? What are you doing?” She splutters unsure of what’s going on. And I hate that for her because she’s got confidence for days.
“Seems like you’re fucking out of sorts all of a sudden. So, I’m cashing in one of your favours. Sending you outside to meet my crew like the queen you are.”
“You would not.” Her blue eyes flare in her shock, but there’s a twinkle of growing interest in them too.
Maverick walks in calm as a fucking cucumber, and quiet as a goddamn mouse on the balls of his feet. Got to give it to the cocky bastard, he’s not intimidated by my presence in the slightest but that’s because he’s entirely focused on her. Always has been too. He goes to open his mouth, but I snap at Tristan instead.
“Bullshit!” I jab a finger her way, before realising I probably need to explain my game plan to him. “You up to remind this stubborn Omega of ours how fucking strong and powerful she is with me?”
Maverick laughs. “Of fucking course.” He rips his t-shirt off before climbing out of his training shorts. His hard cock already in his hand.
It takes Tristan no time for her to put it together and for her to respond. Almost instantly she gets little rosy cheeks and her bubble-gum sweetness perfumes the air.
“You need reminding, killer? You want me to fuck your ass while Maverick’s deep inside your pussy? Or are you good to walk outside right this second?”
“King!” She hollers, flinging a pillow my way. “We can’t do that!”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, killer? What about you? Can you do anything you want or are you questioning yourself again?”
Tristan looks incredible standing in my room, her little temper tantrum fucking perfect. Her eyes narrow. “You have people waiting outside for you!”
“I don’t give a shit if Darth-fucking-Vader is outside asking for my time.” I flick the top of my jeans open, letting her see how ready I am for her. “Does a lot to a man watching his woman get his name on her body.”
