Page 92 of Making the King

Men!

When Cain just shrugs looking at Rocco, like he wants to fucking pummel him, I sigh. “Am I going to run the MC with you if you get their approval?” I ask as I gesture between the other three.

“Of course,” Rocco answers immediately.

“Cain.” I wait until he looks at me. “Do you want to join the MC with us?”

He beams at me. “Why, Cara, thank you so much for asking. But no. I have no interest in riding bikes and getting oil all over my clothes.”

I open my mouth, ready to give Cain a smart ass reply, but Dante beats me to it. “Can we do another vote now?”

Once Rocco and Cain are seated, Dante calls for another vote. Like before, he and Baz are quick to say yes.

“Fine,” Cain mumbles, still sounding put out. “But I want a fucking open invitation.”

“That was never a fucking question you idiot,” Rocco retorts. “You’re not getting rid of us that easily.”

Though he does his best to hide it, Cain looks relieved.

Now that Rocco and I officially have the Diamond Crew’s blessing, we leave and head back to our beach shack.

“Are you ever going to let me ride that thing?” I ask Rocco when I get off his bike.

The look of horror on his face is priceless, and I still can’t tell if it’s real or not.

“Absolutely not. You’d ruin her within seconds.”

I cock my brow. “Her? You’re telling me the bike is a she?”

He grins and takes my hand as we walk into our house.

“Home sweet home,” I call out.

It’s hard to believe how much I love this place now, but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. I know that I have to once we get the MC going, but I’m secretly hoping it isn’t anytime soon. I’m not ready to share what we have here with other people.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Rocco says as he walks into the bathroom and starts running the tap while picking up his razor.

We have another job tonight, and at the mere mention of it, I’m itching to dole out punishment to the fuckers. These aren’t the main players, so Rocco says it’s going to be a quick in and out. I say the bastards deserve to scream for hours.

I walk over to the bathroom and lean against the door frame. “I know,” I say.

Looking around, I’m again reminded of the weeks Rocco slaved away. He pulled out all the tiles and redid the entire floor with vinyl.

If that doesn’t say love, I don’t know what does.

“We have time to get dirty first.” Wiggling my eyebrows, I slowly walk backward. “Unless you can’t catch me.”

Rocco drops his razor and lets out a playful growl that goes straight to my clit. “You better run fucking fast, Killer.”

I squeal and spin around, running for the back door. But before I can reach it, Rocco wraps his arm around me and hauls me back against his hard body.

“Finders keepers,” he rasps.

Not in the mood to delay my gratification by fighting him, I arch my back and glide my ass over his cock. He growls and moves his hand to my bare thigh, sliding it up under my skirt.

He chuckles as he skims the knife. “I should have known you had it hidden here.” Then he continues, trailing his fingers up my inner thigh so slow I can barely stand it.

“Hurry up,” I hiss. “I want you inside me.”

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