Page 46 of Making the King

I’m not sure there’s a label for what Rocco and I are. Yes, we’re married, and we live together. We also do all the stuff married people do. So maybe that’s my answer.

“Come on, mamacita,” Sasha adds, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. “Give us something.”

The word hits me right in the heart. I know that mamacita has become a slang word that can be used for all women. But it means little mom or hot mom. Something I never want to be… a mom, hot or otherwise.

“Wait.” I turn around just as Cain comes sauntering up to the bar. “I want to know as well. Like, is my bro good in the sack? Does he—”

“Fuck off, Cain,” Alana giggles as she picks up a coaster and throws it at him. “This is girl talk.”

“Yeah, but Sasha is asking questions she already knows the answer to,” Cain gripes.

My back stiffens, and I turn to the Diamond in question. “You’ve fucked Rocco?” Since that much is already clear, I ask what I really want to know. “While we were married?” I’m unable to hide the malice tinting my tone.

Sasha immediately holds her hands up. “Hang the fuck on. I don’t fuck married men,” she rushes out.

“We all have a past,” Alana says. She shoots a glare in Cain’s direction. “And some of us should stop fucking antagonizing the rest of us.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Cain chuckles as he reaches for the glass of whiskey Tex’s holding out to him. “It’s much better once everything’s out in the open. I’d hate for any nasty secrets to come back and bite any of your lovely asses later.”

He has a point, and after how I behaved with Mindy, I can’t exactly blame him for forcing the issue.

“I don’t care,” I say to no one in particular. “Whatever Rocco did before me is none of my concern.”

The words are pretty, but the way I’m now looking at Sasha isn’t. It’s not her fault, and I’m rational enough to know I need to keep my inner bitch locked down tight. Because unlike with Mindy, Sasha isn’t throwing it in my face, and I had no claim on Rocco then.

“None of your concern, ehh?” Rocco asks, as he comes up to the bar.

“Double Gs,” Cain grins and nods at Gray and Gunner as they trail in behind Rocco.

While Gunner is all smiles, his pal looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

Honestly, why does Gray look so… homeless?

I’ve never asked Rocco about his finances, and I never will. But as I look around at Dirty Diamonds, and all the people here, money doesn’t seem to be a concern.

It’s not like anyone is brimming with wealth, but no one looks as rugged as Gray. I mean, his clothes don’t even fit him, and he’s in dire need of a haircut. And don’t even get me started on his lack of shaving. Unlike Rocco’s scruff, which looks intentional, Gray’s patchy stubble looks like it’s from not caring.

“Nope,” I quip, popping the p. “But I should warn you that if you fuck around on me, I’ll fucking castrate you.”

Sasha and Alana gasp while Cain and Tex chuckle. Rocco, though, he just smiles widely.

“And if you fuck around on me, Killer, I’ll kill the guy in front of you and lock you up,” he growls.

Considering my past, that warning shouldn’t make my body ignite with desire. There’s no helping it, though. Especially not when he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, definitely not as he licks and nibbles on the shell of my ear.

“Make no mistake, Killer. You’re mine.”

“Prove it,” I shoot back.

With a playful smile grazing his lips, Rocco lifts me off the barstool and easily turns me around in his hold. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and my hands rest on his shoulders.

As Rocco’s lips descend on mine in a bruising kiss, the rest of the room fades away. I can no longer hear their laughter, teasing jabs, or anything else. They become inconsequential and forgotten as I stroke Rocco’s tongue with mine.

When he moves his hands to my ass, squeezing the globes, I moan into his mouth. My hips move of their own accord, and I rock against the hardness growing between us.

“Not here, hermosa,” he rasps into my mouth.

“Then where?” I moan impatiently.

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