Page 83 of Kings Don't Break

We’re standing in the middle of the Steel Saloon without a fuck to give as we lose all restraint. The built-up tension shatters between us and makes way for unfiltered passion that engulfs us in its heat the longer we indulge.

Warmth floods me. Both on the outside and inside as I feel drunker and braver than I’ve felt in years. I clutch at Blake’s v-neck t-shirt and playfully bite at his bottom lip.

“Take me somewhere,” I puff out. I drag my mouth along the chiseled lines of his jaw and then press my nose into his throat where the intoxicating masculine musk that is Blake Cash and Blake Cash only swarms my senses even more.

As if I weren’t drunk enough already.

Blake seems to feel the same. He squeezes my hip and eyes me like he’s deciding which part of me to consume first. Taking my hand, he leads us toward the back of the bar. “C’mon. I’ve got an idea.”

18

BLAKE

“Where are we—you can’t be serious?”

Korine finishes her question with a tipsy little giggle as I drag her along by the hand. She must’ve snuck a drop or two of alcohol in her drink. I’d tasted whiskey on her tongue when we were kissing and almost questioned if it broke my sobriety—Kori sure as hell left me feeling drunk as fuck afterward.

I’d kissed the hell out of her right in the middle of the bar. Right in front of the whole damn club.

It’s a wonder I was able to control myself at all. Blood rushed straight to my dick and arousal had me about to go fucking insane.

I want Kori so badly, there’s no word that describes it. No word that does this kind of rampant, intense hunger justice.

As I lead her out of the saloon and down the path to the Chop Shop, I’m reminding myself to keep my cool. Keep myself in check to not overwhelm Kori. She’s been fun and flirty all evening, making things even more tortuous between us, but I can tell she’s still got reservations. A lot of things on her mind, turning round and round inside that head of hers.

I can’t say I blame her—what she’s been through would be enough to break most people.

But knowing how that piece of shit treated her only makes my urges for her stronger. It makes me want to show her how a real man treats his woman. How he appreciates her, worships her, makes her feel so fucking good she’s trembling in a puddle of her own orgasm.

Cocky? Territorial? Possessive? Damn straight.

I’m all these things and more when it comes to Kori. I need her to understand if she were my girl, she’d never have to wonder where she stands. She’d never go unsatisfied, and she’d sure as hell never be mistreated.

I’d treat her like she deserves, like the beautiful, talented, addictive queen she is.

The shop door shuts behind us, giving us the privacy we’ve been searching for. I flick on the lights expecting Korine to have shied away from our earlier transgressions. For her overthinking habit to kick in and make her back off.

I’ve never been happier to be more wrong—Korine grabs me by the front of my t-shirt and lays a deep kiss on me. As deep as we’d gotten in the saloon where we’d practically been moaning by the time we broke apart.

Fuck, she’s got the sweetest, softest lips of any I’ve ever tasted.

My arousal rushes back in in a roar that sets off inside my chest. I let out a grunt and cup her face, taking control, kissing her to possess her. Show her she’s mine regardless of what happens between us tonight.

I tease her and taste her and suck on her. These pouty, full lips of hers that I’ve spent endless nights remembering the feel of. These lips that I’ll never go without again.

I stop holding back and unleash my hunger. It bursts free in a wave that washes over us and pulses in the air.

My hands wander, sweeping down her back and palming her ass. Squeezing her hip and sliding under the hem of her top just to feel her bare skin.

Korine shudders against me as my boldness grows. My desire’s too damn intense to turn down now and I snake my hand down the front of her jeans.

Into her panties.

“Blake,” she gasps. She clutches me by the forearms but doesn’t stop my pursuit. More like she’s holding on in hopes it’ll help keep her together.

Too bad I’m out to torture her with as much pleasure as I can.

I let my fingers skim her folds and find the evidence of her arousal—she’s already slick, her pussy radiating a heat that makes my dick throb.