Just My Luck (King Family, #2)

by Lena Hendrix

Getting under my boss’s skin is the second-greatest highlight of my day.

Biting back a smile, I channeled our lord and savior Miss Taylor Alison Swift by painting on a bold red lip.

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Why am I so drawn to dangerous men?

Most days I was white-knuckling it through life, but if I had my best friends fooled, maybe I was doing something right.

When I was out of sight, I finally slowed and pulled the notepad from my pocket. I scribbled down exactly the way Sloane smelled so I wouldn’t forget. Honey. Biscuits. Home.

Her laughter was light, and her smiles were genuine.

“Some of us can see beauty in what others would call trash. Even something broken can be loved.”

Inside, I was a fucking mess. Was I ruining her life? Are we making the right choice? How am I ever going to let her go?

This is our goddamn town, and no one was going to come here and scare my wife when—shit.

That was the thing—I knew trouble, and I was staring right at her.

“You better be careful, Abel. You keep looking at me like that, and I might forget this whole marriage is supposed to be fake.” The air around us was hot and sticky. My heart hammered beneath my ribs. “It might not all be fake.”

“You shouldn’t look at me like that.” I swallowed hard. “Like what?” I knew exactly how I was looking at her. Sloane slid the glass away, then leaned on the island. “Like you’re up to no good.” I let my smile spread, slow and easy. “I’m just looking at my wife and wondering how the hell I got here.”

“You’re my wife, Sloane.” I drew circles as I indulged in the smoothness of her skin. “You’re mine for as long as I can keep you.”

A spark of humor warmed my chest. Sloane was so different from me, never taking herself or life too seriously. I ached for her lightness. Her positivity.

In her ear, I whispered, “I want you to ride my face while you choke on my cock. I want you to do it all while you stifle your screams into my pillow.”

With a stifled squeal, she took off running down the hallway toward the primary bedroom. Fucking brat. I grinned and stomped after her so I could show her how a real caveman does it.

Abel deposited me onto the bed with a plop, but his hands didn’t leave my legs. He gripped me behind the knees and dragged me to the edge. His tawny eyes were nearly black in the dim bedroom light. A thrill zipped through me at the dark, menacing look on his face. Desire.

“Why do you have my T-shirt, Sloane?” His eyes roamed over my legs. He settled himself between my thighs before I could close them. I watched as he lifted the hem, exposing my bare pussy.

The cool air danced over my skin as I propped myself up on my elbows. “I needed...

“Try again, wife. You have pajamas. Why did you put my shirt on?”

My teeth sank into my lower lip. “It smelled like you. After we kissed . . . I wanted more.”

The deep rumble in his throat sent shivers up my back. “I ...

His thumb moved over my pussy, spreading me open to see how wet I was for him. “But first I’m going to t...

Abel sank to his knees, burying his face between my legs. He moaned like a starving man getting his first meal. Sparks shot up my ...

Sloane stole another piece of bacon and walked back toward her bedroom before she shot a hot look over her shoulder. I am completely fucked.

At my side, she leaned in. “How did you know all those answers? I didn’t know half of the ones about myself.” She laughed.

I wound my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “I pay attention.”

Her hazel eyes danced with delight as she whispered, “Bes...

With a sense of ease and without an ounce of hesitation, I pulled her into me and openly kissed my wife i...

How was it that, even in leggings and a cardigan, Sloane was so damn pretty?

It would be so easy to let myself fall for you.

“That’s it. Come for me. Show your husband whose cock you can’t get enough of.”

“Oh, and Sloane?” I turned to see Abel smiling shyly and stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Give the kids a hug for me, will you?”

And just like that, the King siblings found themselves unified for the first time in decades.

He’d even found a drive-in movie theater about twenty miles from Outtatowner, and neither Ben nor Tillie made it through the double feature. Abel held my hand the entire time. Major swoon.

“If you want to keep that arm, I suggest you get your hands off my fucking wife.”

“You stay away from my wife and kids. If I so much as hear a whisper of your name in this town, you’re a fucking dead man.”

“I don’t deserve this life with you. I know that . . .” Her lips parted to argue, but I forged ahead. “I don’t. But I need you to know that I will fight for you. My right to happiness—the light in my soul—died on that dark highway, but somehow, you brought me back to life.”

I swallowed hard and fought to find the courage to tell her exactly what I was desperately trying to convey. “I love you.”

Her head jerked to the side. “Not at all. I just . . . I love you too. A lot.” Her eyes opened and searched mine. “I just really don’t want to divorce you.” Her watery laugh filled the dark room and my hold tightened.

The tender bruise of my heart throbbed as I held her. “You’re my wife. If I get my way, nothing is going to change that.”

Abel glanced at me and winked. My ovaries nearly exploded as I watched how at ease he was with my kids. Somehow we’d formed a warm little cocoon, and I never wanted to leave. My eyes moved to his lips when he smiled and mouthed love you.

Jared was going to learn the hard way that when you fucked with a King, it was your last mistake.

It looked as though the Kings and Sullivans were coming together to send a message that no one fucks with us and gets away with it.

I may have been content merely existing before Sloane and the kids, but now? I couldn’t fathom a world in which we weren’t together.

My heart raced. I had fallen for these damn kids before I even fell in love with their mother. It was too late now—I was sunk. I wouldn’t stand for a life without them in it, and it was about time I made that clear with Sloane.

I will always love you and do what needs to be done to keep my family safe.

If ever there was a King, Abel was it.

“I have to keep up appearances. I can’t let everyone know I’ve gone soft because of you.”

Abel smiled and shook his head. “You’ll keep it. My mother was the first woman I ever loved, and you’ll be the last. Her ring belongs to you. The diamond is just because you deserve some sparkle.”