Page 34 of King of Desire (Kings of Las Vegas #2)

Triston

The sound of my phone ringing wakes me from a dead sleep. It’s been two days since Dimitri broke into my house.

I will mete out his retribution, I’m just waiting until he gets comfortable, and I’ve retained ownership of his casinos.

I press the answer button. “Hello?”

“Triston?” An unfamiliar male voice asks.

I sit up, coming alert in a second. “Yes?”

“This is Dr. Lawrence, Darius’s doctor.”

Next to me, Honeyeh has yet to stir. I place my hand on her hip, preparing to wake her. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning,” Dr. Lawrence clears his throat. “Sorry to wake you but I tried to call Honeyeh’s phone, and she didn’t pick up. I’d like to have Darius here no later than six.”

I shake Honeyeh. It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for. “You have a donor.”

“We have a donor,” he says, his smile evident through the phone.

“No problem, we’ll make it happen.”

“Good,” the doctor says, rattling off a few more details as Honeyeh rolls over, blinking up at me with sleepy eyes.

I run an absent hand up her arm to cup her cheek. “What is it?” she asks, slowly blinking.

“It’s happened. Darius is having surgery today.”

She bolts up, her hair cascading around her torso. She doesn’t know it, but I’ve spent the last two days preparing for this.

I’ve already hired round-the-clock nurses and have ordered a hospital bed for the early days of recovery.

I know that Honeyeh will do a great deal of Darius’s care herself, but I want her to have any help she needs.

She tosses the covers back and jumps from the bed, swaying on her feet. I’ve already learned that Honeyeh is slow to wake up, so I’ve got my hand at the ready, steadying her hip.

“Thank you, Dr. Lawrence, we’ll see you in a few hours.” I hang up the phone as Honeyeh stares down at me.

“What should we do?” she asks.

I give her a little tug. “You should lay back down. Give yourself a minute to wake up.”

She does as I suggest, sliding back into the bed. My body covers hers as I gather her close.

“This is amazing,” she whispers into my neck. “And terrifying.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time. Together.”

Her legs circle my waist, her arms my neck, placing me exactly where I want to be, wrapped in Honeyeh.

I lean down, kissing her with a slow sensual passion that has both of us panting.

God, I fucking love her, and I can’t get enough.

That’s when a knock sounds on the door.

I grimace, lifting my head. Who is knocking on my door at three in the morning. “What?” I bark.

“I heard you on the phone,” Ryker calls back. “Did you get the same call I did?”

I sigh, because having my brothers here has made this house feel small.

We haven’t lived together for a very long time, and I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have them in my business like this.

Whenever Honeyeh leaves the room, they instantly start teasing me about how loud the sex is with me and her. I get it. We’re shaking the rafters.

But it’s my fucking house and Honeyeh is the love of my life. I’m not going to stop making her scream.

“My call was from Dr. Lawrence,” I kiss Honeyeh again, then climb from the bed, pulling the covers up around her as I slip on a pair of athletic pants. Then I open the door a crack, just enough so that my brother can see me and nothing else. “Who called you?”

“The night manager at Dimitri’s casino, The Star.”

“Why is he calling you?” I open the door a bit wider.

Ryker winces. “There’s been an incident with one of Dimitri’s sisters, and apparently, the guy didn’t want to call Dimitri.”

I grimace. “Which sister?”

“The other one.”

I nod. We’ve kept it kind of hush, but Ryker has agreed to marry Dimitri’s eldest sister in an arranged marriage. In exchange, he’s taking over leadership of the new casinos. It’s a promotion for him, and a chance for me to focus on my new family.

“Need help?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’ve got it. I’m heading over there now, tell Darius I say good luck.”

“Will do.”

“Call me when he’s out of surgery?” Ryker says as he takes a step back.

I nod. “Gentle with the sister, whatever’s happened. The deal is not closed.”

He salutes me and then turns, heading down the stairs.

I turn back to Honeyeh. We don’t have to wake Darius for a bit so I’m going to take advantage this little reprieve and shake the rafters. My girl sees me coming and peels the covers back, her body on full display as I stalk toward her.

Oh man!!! Ryker is getting ready to rock the next Smith book! Check out his story, King of Dishonor . But first…Dimitri has been knocking at the door of the muse. Want to know what happens with him and his nanny? King of Malice is next in the “Kings of Las Vegas” series!

Bonus Epilogue:

Honeyeh

One year later…

I smooth my shorts over my hips, my hand settling on my small baby bump. Hopefully no one notices when I put on my wedding dress this weekend.

It’s finally happening. We’re getting married.

Triston and I have been meaning to make this happen.

But there was Darius’s recovery, and then there was school for me, the sale for him, and all the craziness of multiple weddings in his family.

Plus, dating was so fast, I think we were both content to take engagement a little slower.

But when we found out I was pregnant last month…

Triston planned this wedding in a week. I say Triston because I mostly nodded as he fired off details.

Not that I didn’t get a say. My first request was to have the wedding at home. The ballroom is perfect for the event, and I can’t imagine getting married anywhere else.

I smile as I set the ladder under one of the chandeliers. They need dusting again. The staff hasn’t gotten to it, and I’m antsy anyway.

Pulling out the duster, I start up the ladder.

“What are you doing?” Mrs. Raith gasps from the doorway. “You know what Mr. Smith will do if he?—”

“I’m way ahead of you,” Triston rumbles from the other end of the room.

I wrinkle my nose, making a face at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. They need to be cleaned.”

“Someone else—” He’s striding across the room, looking so handsome, he steals my breath. Still.

“Everyone is busy,” I huff from the top of the ladder. We’ve been together long enough that I don’t let his gorgeousness distract me from being right. “I’ve got the day and energy to spare.”

He stops at the bottom of the ladder. “Come down, sweetheart.” I glare and he lets out a sigh. “Please.”

I only hesitate for another moment before I start down the rungs. While I’m more than capable of being on a ladder, being pregnant has made both of us more cautious.

When I get halfway down, his hands grab my waist, lifting me off the ladder and into the cradle of his body, where his large hand settles over my stomach. “You shouldn’t be on a ladder.”

“The crystals need to be cleaned.”

“I knew you’d say that which is why I hired a service to take care of it tomorrow.” His arm wraps tighter around me as he nuzzles my ear.

Mrs. Raith has discreetly disappeared, so I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m excited and trying to keep myself busy.”

“Come help me supervise the placement of the archway. You can help the florist choose the flowers to string up the sides.”

I remember Brittany’s comment about wanting to marry a guy who could buy expensive flowers, but I still don’t care about them.

He bends down to kiss me then, and I sink into him. I still haven’t gotten enough of him, the passion between us, bright as ever.

“We could do that,” I whisper against his lips. “Or…”

He chuckles. “The florist will do an excellent job without our help.” And then he’s lifting me, sprinting toward the stairs with me in his arms. In two days, I’ll officially be Mrs. Smith.

Triston is my dream come true.