Page 91 of Shattered King

I shook my head. “Not yet, but you will when we get home.”

Her face turned pink. I loved that I could make her blush so damn easily.

She rolled her eyes. “You have a one track mind, Hunter King.”

I smirked. “You telling me the idea of my cock in your mouth doesn’t make you wet?” Her face got darker and I chuckled.

She gave me a playful shove. “We’re supposed to be on a stakeout, not indulging in foreplay.”

“Is it working? Are you wet yet?”

I was trying to distract her, and I hoped like hell it was working. Though, now I was hard as hell, so my plan had kind of backfired on me. I glanced at the door on the far side of the casino. The game should be over soon. I searched the rest of the room. Zeke was positioned at one of the slot machines, Neco at a craps table.

Lulu had given us names, the men Pierce used to play poker with in that dump of an apartment building. The same group still played every month, only they’d relocated to a private room at the Lucky Goose Casino in Queens.

Lulu climbed off her stool and moved in between my splayed thighs, hands sliding up my shoulders, threading through my hair at the back of my neck. “Thank you for trying to distract me, but I’m okay. You’re with me. They can’t touch me. No one can touch me.”

The woman could read me like a book. She also knew how to destroy me and make my heart beat faster with just a few simple words. “Damn straight.”

She kissed my jaw, then looked up at me. “And for the record . . . yes, I am wet.”

My cock grew harder and I groaned. “Why the hell did I start this?” There was no way I could finish it, not for hours at least.

“You’re a glutton for punishment?” She moved in closer, a wicked glint in her gray eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “But I promise to take real good care of you later.”

I growled when she threw my words from the other morning back at me. “Woman, you’re playing with fire.”

“You love it,” she said, again throwing my words back at me.

My hands slid up to her waist and I grinned when she sucked in a breath. “I look forward to you delivering on that promise.”

“Not as much as me,” she said, voice husky and sexy as hell.

Jesus. I loved this, watching her gain confidence. Her strength blew me away.

The door to the private room opened and my fingers automatically flexed, holding her tighter. “Don’t turn around, babe, but our guys have finished their game,” I murmured. “They’re coming toward our side of the bar. Stay right where you are.”

Her eyes had grown wide, but there was no mistaking the determination in them.

Fuck, I loved this woman.

As they moved by us, I gave her a small nod and she tilted her head to the side, getting a look at the group as they walked our way.

I kept my arm around her, my mouth an inch from hers. “Anyone?” We were looking for anyone she thought might help Pierce.

She nodded. “The man in the gray suit. His name’s Stanley. Right after you went to prison, Pierce moved him up the ranks. Him and Derek were his right hands.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted the info to Neco. He was up out of his seat a second later, Zeke close behind, following our mark.

Someone was helping Pierce, someone who for some fucked-up reason still had loyalty for the asshole. Why I didn’t know, but I planned to find out.

Tonight Pierce was going to get what was coming to him, no matter what it took.

* * *

I stood over Stanley, the fucker cowering on the floor, blood and other shit pouring from his twisted nose, arm hanging at an odd angle. I had no idea why the idiot wouldn’t give Pierce up. It wasn’t like his boss gave two shits about him or any of the members of his small army. I would usually respect that kind of loyalty. The guy had taken a beating and had kept his mouth firmly closed.

But giving your loyalty to a man like Pierce was just plain stupid. Stanley was a low piece of shit, which was another reason his silence surprised me. The guy had a rap sheet a mile long, crimes that included time inside for taking his fists to his woman and daughter. I wouldn’t lose any sleep over my chosen brand of encouragement. As far as I was concerned, the guy more than deserved what he was getting.