Page 101 of Making the King

“You did it?” I ask excitedly.

He nods. “Yep.” Looking toward the two mannequins, he cocks an eyebrow. “You still haven’t decided on what to wear?” he asks on a drawl as he leans against Cain’s desk.

“You just settled it,” I say, pointing at the mannequin I want. “This is the winner.”

Gunner has worked around the clock to help me get things ready, even putting up with my unreasonable demands and crazy ideas.

Unlike Gray, who’s made it clear he only cares because it’s me and Rocco, Gunner seems to have a genuine interest. Not just in helping, but he’s even helped me plan for the three days Rocco and I are going to spend wrapped around each other after the wedding.

Instead of going away for our honeymoon, we’re moving into the house we’ve found. It’s an empty warehouse with a decent amount of property. As soon as we found it, we agreed it was perfect as the clubhouse for the Cruz Kings.

After working out the last few details, I follow Cain and Gunner out of the office. We head into the main room where everyone is already getting rowdy.

“Killer!” Rocco exclaims. Everyone laughs as it takes him two attempts to get out of the corner booth. “I’ve missed you.” I snigger at the slur in his voice.

“I’ve missed you too,” I smile.

Tonight will be the first time we spend apart since I got out of prison, and while it’s at my insistence, I’m not entirely happy about it. But it’s important to me that we adhere to this one tradition. If for no other reason than because our lives are so crazy that normalcy is like a rare decadence.

Rocco pulls me over to the wall, placing his hands on either side of my face as he cages me in. “Have you changed your mind about spending the night with your Cunts?” he asks with a grin.

I shake my head. “Nope,” I say. Then I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down until his forehead rests against mine. “But I’ll miss you, mi rey. A lot.”

He lets out a strangled growl. “Why did you have to go and say that, Killer? Now I’ll be hard all night while imagining you saying that with my cock in your mouth.”

I fuse my lips to his, kissing him with all the love and desire I feel for him. As our tongues tangle, I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am. Even after all these years, he still makes me weak in the knees and makes my heart skip a beat.

“You better get going before I decide to keep you around,” Rocco rasps when we pull back.

He squeezes my ass so hard my breath hitches. “See you tomorrow, husband.” I place a chaste kiss on his lips before I leave.

After parking Rocco’s truck, I make my way into the clubhouse where Sasha, Alana, Rose, Izzy, and Cilla are already having a blast.

The last two only joined us a few months ago, but they’re quickly becoming a part of our growing family. Izzy came to us after she’d heard of the Cruz Kings through the grapevine, and Cilla is a friend of the Long twins.

“Cara!” Sasha squeals as soon as she spots me. “About time you got here. We almost thought you’d changed your mind and stayed with Rocco.” Her voice barely penetrates the music blaring through the speakers.

“I’m not as ruled by cock as you are,” I say with a grin.

“Lies,” Rose laughs. “You’re the worst one of us.” I offer her a shrug because I’m not entirely sure she’s wrong.

I look around, taking the room in. The other times I’ve been here, it’s only been me and Rocco. But now, the five women make it feel much more alive. My lips curve upwards in a smile as I ponder what it’ll be like when there are more of us.

“You’re still not drinking.” Alana frowns and looks at me like I’ve committed a grave faux pas.

“But you are,” I dryly observe. “How far behind am I?”

Cilla laughs as she hands me a paper cup filled with tequila. “Not too far to catch up. So get to it,” she urges, and I do.

Damn, that’s so smooth I bet it’s from Dante’s or Baz’s private stash. While the Cunts look on with excitement written all over their faces, I empty the cup in one go.

“Better?” I ask, raising my brow.

Sasha claps her hands together and whoops, “Now it’s a party.”

I let Rose and Izzy drag me over to the only table with chairs around it, and we all settle there. The alcohol flows as freely as our conversations, and it doesn’t take long before I feel buzzed.

“Where are you going?” I ask when Rose and Alana get up.

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