Page 100 of Making the King

Grinning, she nods before dragging me up off the bed and into the shower where I get to sink my dick for the first time into my fiancé-wife’s heat.

Cara

1.5 years later

“Can I come in yet?” Rocco asks, laughter palpable in his tone.

“No.” Urgency makes the one word sound like I’m angry. “You know you can’t see the dress.”

I listen intently as he laughs and walks away from the office door. Once I’m sure he’s gone, I turn back to the two mannequins wearing my options. I still can’t decide which one to wear.

One is a replica of the one I wore at our original wedding, and I like the idea of wearing it as I say I do again—this time of my own volition, because I love the man who owns my heart.

The other is not really a wedding dress, or a dress at all. It’s a sinfully sexy two-piece ensemble. The black leather top has holes and laces in the front, and the skirt is full length with a slit reaching my crotch.

I’m caught between the girl I once was and the woman I’ve now become. And try as I might, I can’t decide, which means I’ll probably end up making a split second decision on the day.

There’s a knock on the door, and before I can answer, it cracks open and Cain saunters in.

“Still can’t decide?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow in that annoyingly all-knowing way of his.

“No,” I mutter.

He nods thoughtfully. “You know Rocco doesn’t care, right?”

We’ve already been over this a million times. Cain knows I’m not making this decision for Rocco, it’s for me. I just wish I knew what the fuck I want.

Ever since the vote for the MC, Cain and I have become closer. In fact, I think I might be the only person who knows he has a serious side to him.

“Did you get it done?” I ask, changing the subject.

Fist pumping the air, he grins widely. “I did. And I wouldn’t have done it for anyone but you.”

My lips turn up as I say, “Well… you did owe me. But now we’re square.”

Cain sighs theatrically and runs a hand down his face. “Fucking hell, mi pequeño salvaje. I thought you were going to lord that favor over me forever.”

With a laugh, I admit, “I was tempted. But no.” Then I point at his laptop. “Let’s resolve it right now.”

I watch as he inputs his password before opening the sheet I’m referring to. With a grin, he clicks on the comment where he said he owed me all those years ago.

“Wait,” I say. “Log in to my account instead.”

Cain lets out a laugh while doing as I say. “You are thorough, aren’t you,” he says with a wink.

He isn’t wrong. But with how many things are changing, I want this to be done the right way.

Dirty Diamonds no longer uses sheets for their scheduling and internal stuff. They’ve moved on to other systems that track everything, which is for the better. But Cain kept this one, insisting he wouldn’t get rid of it until he repaid my favor.

Hip bumping him out of the way, I take over and resolve the comment that’s been open for over three years. “There we go,” I grin. “Favor officially repaid.”

I don’t know why there’s a fucking lump in my throat, or why I’m so emotional these days. Despite what Rose, Sasha, and Alana suggest, I know it isn’t wedding jitters. Rocco is the one constant I’m sure of, and I’d follow him into the gaping mouth of hell as long as he keeps his promise of me being his equal.

There’s another knock on the door.

“Come in,” Cain calls out as soon as I’ve covered both mannequins.

Gunner walks in, his chest is puffed out and his smirk is framed by the beard he’s trying to grow. “It’s done,” he says, giving me a thumbs up.

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