Tempting a King (King Family Romance Book 1)

by Isla Drake

  She strokes my cock again and I thrust against her grip. Hannah smiles at me, her teeth gleaming in the dark.

  “I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

  She’s on her knees before I can fully understand what she intends. It’s not so dark that I can’t make out her form as she kneels there, my dick in her hands. Her tongue darts out and she gives me a long, leisurely lick that swirls around the head of my cock. My eyes fall closed and I clench my fists at my sides. Hannah sucks me into her hot mouth, using her tongue and her hands all at once. So many sensations are washing over me that it’s hard to focus on anything other than overwhelming pleasure. With each bob of her head, she takes me deeper into her mouth and I get closer to losing control. I bury a hand in her hair, not to hold her but because I can’t not touch her in some way.

  Hannah varies her movements, keeping me hovering on the edge of release. She takes me deeper into her hot, wet mouth each time. I can feel the moment her throat relaxes enough to take all of me. I groan as Hannah works my cock with her mouth and throat. My grip tightens in her hair, but I’m careful not to hurt her. She makes a little noise of appreciation in her throat that I can feel all the way to my balls.

  “God, Hannah,” I groan. I thrust my hips experimentally, feeling my cock slide down her hot throat once more. Hannah grips my thighs as she pulls back before taking me down her throat again. I thrust slowly into her mouth and she takes me each time. I feel my balls tighten as I get closer to my release.

  “I’m so close.” My voice is a guttural growl that I barely recognize.

  Hannah doesn’t stop, though. She hollows her cheeks, sucking me deep into her throat. Her nails dig into my thighs, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure of her mouth on me. My hands tighten in her hair. I’m holding on by a thread, so close to the edge.

  “I think it’s down this way.”

  The voice cuts through the night and my pleasure-soaked brain has just enough sense left to pull my dick free of Hannah’s mouth and yank her to her feet. We both turn to face the forest while I try to shove my hard-on back into my pants and Hannah runs her fingers through the mess I made of her hair. The sound of multiple sets of footsteps echoes through the night toward us. I hear more people talking now, but their tones are lower, and I can’t make out their words. They’re getting closer to where Hannah and I are standing, though. I look over at Hannah to see that she’s stopped working on her hair and is looking back at me. In her eyes there’s still a hint of desire but it’s mixed with amusement. Her mouth is quirked up like she’s fighting off a smile. She’s beautiful. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her, but the newcomers arrive halting my words in my throat.

  I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side as we turn and walk back the way we’d come. We pass a group of five teenagers as they make it to the gazebo. They all seem to pause and look at us for a moment as though surprised anyone is here. Hannah gives them a little wave as we pass then wraps both arms around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder. The pier is narrow, but walking this close together, we make our way back. We don’t speak as we walk back to the truck, arms wrapped around one another.

  It’s not until I’m stopped at a red light a few blocks away that her laughter breaks the silence.

  I look over to see her covering her mouth with one hand, her body shaking with laughter. “What’s so funny?”

  “I think what we just did was illegal,” she says through her laughter.

  My mouth drops open. “We?” I shake my head. “That was all you.”

  “Hey! You were an active participant! Besides, I didn’t see you trying to stop me.”

  “True.” I shrug. “I don’t even care. It was amazing.”

  “Your brother’s a cop,” she points out.

  The light turns green and I reach for her hand as I begin driving again. “Ronan wouldn’t arrest either of us. Besides, there’s no way in hell I’m telling anyone what just happened.”

  Hannah laughs again and strokes the back of my hand with her free hand.

  “I’m sorry we got interrupted before you—” she trails off meaningfully.

  I grin ruefully. “Not as sorry as I am.”

  She bites back a smile. “I promise to make it up to you.” At her words, my mind goes to all sorts of dark and sexy places.

  “I can’t wait,” I say, stroking a thumb over the back of her hand.

  She’s quiet for a minute and when she speaks again, her voice is more serious. “Will you tell your family about us? I mean, that we’re—whatever this is?” She looks adorably flustered and it makes me grin.

  “That we’re dating? I think it’s a little late for that one. If my sister knows, you can bet that my brothers probably know too.”

  She nods, looking at our joined hands rather than at me. “Makes sense.” She still looks thoughtful. “What about…” She trails off and I realize what she’s trying to ask.

  “The rest of the world?” I ask. “Work?”

  “Yeah.” Her voice is quiet. It strikes me that this is more important to her than she wants to let on.

  “Hannah, I don’t care who knows about us,” I say. “I like you. A lot. I love being with you and I don’t care what other people think about us. But I get that it’s easy for me to say that when I’m the boss and you work for me. We live in a small town and people can be judgmental. I don’t know if people would judge us or not. I’d like to think they wouldn’t. But I don’t want to put you in that position. So, I’m leaving it up to you. We can shout it from the rooftops, or we can keep things quiet. It’s totally your call. Whatever you decide is fine with me.”

  She nods and takes a deep breath. “I think maybe we should keep things quiet. For now, at least.”

  I pull her hand up to my lips to kiss it, lingering for a moment.

  “You got it. I’ll talk to Claire. If she hasn’t already said something, I’ll get her word that she won’t.”

  Hannah nods. “Thanks.”

  When we get back to Hannah’s house, I turn off the truck and walk around to open her door. I’m aware of the possibility of nosy neighbors, my nosy sister or a curious eight-year-old. I don’t want to do anything to make Hannah uncomfortable. So, I’m the perfect gentleman as I walk her to her door, her hand in mine. When she turns to me, I can see a hint of the smoldering lust from earlier in her eyes. I know my own gaze is hungry, wanting. I don’t try to hide it from her. Hannah sucks in a ragged breath and lets it out on a sigh. There are a dozen different things I want to say right now, and I can see in her eyes it’s the same for her. But neither of us are ready for that conversation. Besides, this isn’t the time or place for it. Instead, Hannah gives me a smile and leans toward me, one hand on my chest for balance. Her lips brush mine in a light kiss, then she presses her cheek to mine.

  “Goodnight, Finn,” she whispers. I can feel her breath on my skin. The erection that never completely abandoned me springs to life once more. I want to pull her to me. I want to push her back against the front door and fuck her senseless. I want to drop to my knees and taste her again. I want a thousand different sexy, dirty things with this woman and none of them are possible right now. Not with her son and my sister on the other side of this door. I somehow manage to keep my touch light as I reach a hand up to brush her cheek.

  “Goodnight, Hannah.”

  She gives me one last look, full of sexy promises before turning to open the door. I step back and watch her go inside, closing the door behind her. Each step back to my truck is harder than the one before it. Not just because of the painful erection I’m sporting. It’s because now that Hannah and I have made the leap from friendship to dating, I want to explore that with her. I want to spend all my time making her smile, making her laugh, making her moan, making her come. It occurs to me as I drive away from her house that I might be diving in too deep, too fast with Hannah. But I can’t find it in me to care.

  Chapter Nineteen

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  Claire is alone in the living room when I enter. She stands and turns off the television when she sees me.

  I smile. “How was he?”

  Claire’s face lights up. “Liam was great,” she says. “He’s an awesome kid. We ate pizza and candy and watched a movie and a half before he passed out on the couch.” Her face goes serious for a moment. “He’s heavier than he looks.”

  I laugh. “Sorry you had to carry him,” I say sympathetically. “He’s getting too big for that.”

  She shrugs. “I don’t mind. Did you guys have fun?”

  I feel my face heat and look away from her gaze. There was nothing but innocent curiosity in Claire’s question, but I can’t help but feel that everything Finn and I did on the pier is written on my face. I nod.

  “Yeah,” I say, glad my voice comes out sounding normal. “We did. Your brother’s pretty great.”

  She nods. “I think so. But don’t tell him I admitted that out loud.”

  I smile. “Promise.”

  Claire seems to study me for a moment before she says, "You're good for him, you know? I've always thought so."

  I’m not sure what to say to that. I think about the way Finn laughed earlier at dinner—enthusiastic and full of life. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I am good for him. Maybe we’re good for each other.

  “Thanks. I think maybe he’s good for me too.”

  Claire smiles as though she can hear all the things I don’t say. Then she gives me a little wave and leaves, the door clicking quietly shut behind her. I watch the glow of her car’s headlights through the front window as she drives away. I stand frozen in the living room for several seconds, listening to the ticking of the big clock on the wall. The house is far too quiet tonight. It always is, after Liam goes to bed. It doesn't normally bother me, but tonight it has me feeling restless. Or maybe that has to do with Finn and all the things we didn’t finish. I remember his strong arms around me, his mouth on my neck. I think of his sexy groan as I sucked him into my mouth. I hadn’t planned to do that. It really isn’t like me to be so bold. I don’t know what it is about Finn that turns me into an insatiable sex fiend. I remember the way he lifted me into his arms and impaled me on his dick the other night. Okay, so maybe I have some idea of why he makes me act this way.

  An involuntary shiver runs through me and I jolt out of my haze. I walk down the hall and check on Liam. He’s sleeping soundly in his bed. I should probably go to bed myself, but I know I’m too wired to sleep right now. I walk to the kitchen and pour a splash of Irish whiskey into a glass. Maybe the strong drink will help settle my nerves so I can sleep. I take a tiny sip of the amber liquid, enjoying the smoky burn as it warms me from the inside. I can feel it starting to calm me just a bit. My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter, making me jump.

  My eyes shoot to the phone as it buzzes again. I pick it up and smile when I see Finn’s name. I swipe my thumb across the screen.

  “Hey.”

  Finn’s voice comes through the speaker, low and seductive. “Tell me you want to sleep alone tonight. Tell me I should just go home and think about you while I take myself in my hand and finish what we started. Hannah, tell me we can’t be together tonight, and I’ll go home right now.”

  I sigh as my eyes close. My grip on the phone is so tight I think I might break it. I take a deep breath. Then another. Finally, I whisper, “Don’t go home.”

  “Oh, thank God.” Finn’s words are as heartfelt as any prayer I’ve ever heard. I would laugh but I feel like I’m balanced on the edge and the most I can manage is a breathless chuckle. Seconds later, I hear a faint knock on my front door. I’m not aware of walking to the door, but I’m suddenly there, pulling it open to see Finn standing before me.

  His expression is one I’ve only seen once before. It’s intense, wild, possessive and it’s locked on me. I step back to let him in. He stalks through the door, closing and locking it behind him without turning away from me. My heart pounds and I feel like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. Finn takes a step closer, stopping just short of touching me.

  “We have to be quiet,” I whisper.

  Finn’s mouth cocks up in a sexy grin. “I can be quiet. Are you sure you can?”

  I’m not at all certain I can be quiet when it comes to the things this man does to me. But I never back down from a challenge. I raise one eyebrow and give a little shrug.

  “One way to find out.”

  His hands cradle my face. They’re gentle in their grip, but it’s his eyes that hold me captive. They seem to be searching mine for something. His thumb strokes my cheek and his gaze travels lower to my mouth. I wonder if he’s thinking of what I did with my mouth earlier. I feel a rush of hot desire flood through me when I remember how close he’d been to losing control. I lick my lips and his eyes widen slightly.

  I expect him to kiss me, but instead, his brows draw lower and he says, “Hannah, are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.” His gaze goes toward the hallway—toward Liam’s room. I know what he’s asking.

  “I’m a mom first,” I say. “That boy in there is my world. I haven’t dated anyone seriously since he was born, so we’re probably going to have to figure some of this out as we go. I want to talk to him about this before he sees you at the breakfast table.”

  Finn nods. “Understandable.”

  “But,” I say, “I want you in my bed tonight.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “Am I a terrible mother?”

  “Hannah, look at me.” When I open my eyes, Finn is giving me that intense, direct look that I can’t look away from. “You’re an incredible mother. Liam is lucky to have you. Taking something for yourself doesn’t mean you’re taking something away from him.” He grins. “And I’m not just saying that because I want to be in your bed tonight.” He studies my face for a moment. “If you tell me to go, I will. No blame, no anger. We can take this as slow or as fast as you want.”

  I look at Finn as he waits for me to speak. I can see the raw honesty in his eyes. He means what he’s saying. If I asked him to leave right now, he would. At the thought, my heart gives a little pang. No, I tell myself. Not my heart. Definitely not that. Something else, then. Something inside me that wants to see where this might lead. Something that wants—needs—to see if this thing between us could be what my life has been missing. I reach out a hand to Finn’s chest, feeling the warmth of him through the cotton shirt. My palm slides up until my fingers brush against the bare skin of his neck, needing to feel him.

  “Stay,” I whisper. “Just…maybe leave before he wakes up?”

  Finn grins. “Sneak out in the night? Like a dirty secret?”

  My smile widens and my other hand goes to his waist. “Like our little secret. For now.” I’m still looking at him, waiting to see his reaction. If he’s bothered by the idea, I can’t see it in his eyes. All I see when I look at Finn is the longing and desire I know is reflected in my own eyes. He leans down and captures my mouth in a toe-curling kiss that turns my brain to mush.

  The heat explodes between us as it always does. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to him as his mouth continues its assault. My hands snake up under his shirt, smoothing against the warm contours of muscle. I want to touch every inch of him, but there are too many clothes in the way. I remember that we’re standing in the middle of my kitchen and reluctantly pull away.

  “Come on,” I whisper, surprised at the breathless quality of my voice. “Bedroom. Now.”

  Finn gives me that sexy grin, complete with the dimple I love so much. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I lead him down the hall to my room. As soon as I close and lock the door, Finn is on me. He presses against me from behind, his arms tightly banded around my waist. I can feel his arousal against my ass, and I press back against it, sucking in a breath. Finn’s mouth goes to my neck and I tilt my head to give him better access.

  His hand moves lower, working at the button on my jeans. I reach down to help him. As soon
as the pants are unzipped, Finn slides his hand inside, cupping me. I gasp and reach behind me to touch him. He’s as hard as he was earlier, when I’d taken him in my mouth. It turns me on even more to know that I have this effect on him. I use my free hand to shove my jeans down a few inches giving Finn’s hand better access. When I feel his fingers slide through my slick folds, I suck in a breath.

  “So wet already,” he whispers in my ear.

  I wonder if I should feel embarrassed at how easily I turn to putty in Finn’s hands, but all I feel is desire. His arm around my waist pins me against him, keeping me from turning to face him. His fingers slick against my clit, coaxing a gasp from me.

  “Shh.” His mouth is on my neck now, planting little teasing kisses against my skin. “Quiet, remember?”

  He circles my clit with his fingers and my eyes slide closed. My jeans are still around my thighs, keeping his hand from traveling any lower. He lightly teases my clit again before slipping his hand out of my panties. I let out a little whimper of disappointment.

  “Don’t move,” Finn says. He’s still speaking in that low whisper that seems like it could make me come all on its own if he just said the right words. I do as he says, standing still in the middle of my bedroom. Finn releases me and moves back until he’s no longer touching me. I hear the rustle of fabric and imagine him stripping naked behind me. When he touches me again, his hands are on my thighs, sliding my jeans down. When I’m naked from the waist down, he moves on to my shirt.

  “That’s better,” Finn says once he has me completely naked.

  “I want to look at you, too,” I whisper.

  “So, look.”

  I turn around and my eyes roam over his naked body, appreciating every square inch of skin. My attention is drawn first to his broad chest. He’s muscled, but not overly so. My hands itch to touch all that exposed skin. My eyes wander lower down his body to the erection that’s jutting out toward me. I feel a shiver of desire course through me at the memory of him pushing his hard length into me. I remember the taste of him on my tongue and lick my lips. That must have been enough for Finn because he takes two quick steps and pulls me against him. My nipples brush against his warm chest, sending a fresh curl of arousal down to my core. My mouth finds his in the dim room and his arms wrap around me holding me to him. His hand slides down to my ass, giving it a squeeze. I reach down to where his rock-hard dick presses against my belly and wrap my fingers around him. I stroke the length of him, swirling my thumb over the head and the drop of moisture there.