Page 2 of Lone King


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Not that I mind. I had no idea love could be something so great until this relationship. We’ve been together for two years, and I have to say they’ve been the best two years of my life. It’s like I never wanted another woman after the first night with her, and that’s saying something considering what my life was like before her.

Leaning down, I kiss her beautiful mouth. “I’ll be ready in a couple. It’s not like it takes long. I’m a guy. We throw some clothes on and voila! Ready to roll.”

Turning out of her hold, I look back and chuckle. “I promise I won’t take more than five minutes.”

I hear her padding across the floor following me up to the bedroom, so I spin around and walk backwards. “Need something from me?” I joke.

She levels her gaze on my face and stares directly into my eyes with such intensity I know the answer before she says a word. “You know what I need, Marius.”

That I do.

“Duck, I think that job of yours is too stressful. You should leave it,” I say as she steps into my embrace.

Smiling, she shakes her head. “First of all, I want you to know I don’t hate that nickname anymore.”

“It’s a great nickname, and even better, it’s wisdom that you can never go wrong with. When someone’s throwing punches around you, duck. Or as you should have that night, just a little duck.”

She ignores my concise explanation as to why the nickname I gave her still works and continues. “And second, I can’t quit my job, Marius. What will I do then? Hang out here all day?”

I slide my hands down her back to cup her beautiful ass. “I love that idea!”

That gets me an eye roll. “You would.”

“What’s so wrong about wanting to be with the woman I love more often?” I ask as I dip my head to nuzzle her neck.

She runs her fingernails over the back of my head, making a shiver go down my spine as I pepper her collarbone with kisses. “You’d see me more often if you didn’t stay at your brother’s every night, you know.”

I lift my head and gaze into her eyes as she gives me a look that says she knows she’s right. “Fair enough. You know I haven’t had much of a choice in the past couple months, don’t you?”

Her gaze softens, and she nods her head. “I know. I just wanted to make sure you were seeing things clearly. Sometimes you don’t.”

This woman challenges me more than anyone else ever has. And I love it. I’ll take a woman who speaks her mind any day over those meek and mild types.

“I know, but I had to keep an eye on Ronan.”

Trailing her fingertips down over my chest, she smiles and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. “I think it’s great that you wanted to watch out for him, baby. Honestly. I’ve never given you a hard time about that, have I?”

“No. In fact, that’s just one of the million reasons why I love you.”

She looks up at me and smiles. “I understand why you feel so protective about him, Marius. I’m just saying you’d see me more if you were here every night.”

“I still think you should quit your job. It stresses you out, Duck. Forget that. Life is too short to be stressed out. Quit that job and we’ll travel the world. What do you say?”

Her eyebrows shoot up into her forehead. “So you’re going to be sleeping in your own bed here from now on?”

“Soon. I’m still concerned about Ronan, but as soon as I know he’s okay, absolutely.”

She slides her hand down over my stomach and cups my hard cock through the towel. “Then soon is when I might quit my job.”

I know she’s right. Ronan is a grown man, so he probably doesn’t need me worrying about him. It’s just that after finding him bleeding out on his bathroom floor that terrible spring night, I can’t help looking out for him.

“This is why I love you, Duck. You’re not like other women. You don’t yell when you’re angry.”

She shakes her head at my compliment. “Marius, women yell because they’re frustrated. Nine times out of ten, if a woman is yelling, she’s tried to get her husband or boyfriend to hear what she’s saying too many times to count. Maybe if you men listened to us you wouldn’t hear so much yelling.”

“Well, whatever the reason is that you don’t yell, I like it.”

“I don’t yell because of my father. Nobody ever yelled at him. He’s commanded respect all his life. I decided when I was just a little girl that I wanted to be like him, so I watched and learned. He never gets flustered. He says what’s on his mind and goes about his life. If someone has a problem with him, he listens, but if he doesn’t think he’s wrong, he stands firm. However, if he’s wrong, he doesn’t wait to apologize. That’s why people respect him.”