Slay King (Georgia Smoke #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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“What about Scotlin?” Storm asked, causing King to tense up.

“She’ll be staying at her father’s,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Rumor, is this what you want?” Maeme asked.

I shifted my gaze from King to his grandmother. The concern in her expression was clear. She didn’t think I should go, but how did I explain to her that I wanted to be with him, even after everything that had happened?

“Yes,” I replied.

She let out a long sigh, then nodded. “Very well.”

King pulled me with him out the door before either of them could say more. I had to almost run to keep up with his pace all the way to the truck.

“You didn’t ask me about this,” I said to him as we stopped at the passenger door. “What if I didn’t want to go with you?”

His eyes snapped to mine. “You don’t want to go with me?”

That wasn’t the point.

“I don’t even have my things.”

King moved in front of me, caging me against the side of his truck. “Sweets, I fucked up. But you’ve forgiven me. I know you drew your lines, and there were rules, but after the other night and that conversation we just had in the library, I assumed things had changed. You might not trust me, but you don’t want me with another woman. I don’t want another woman. So, we agree on that. Now, I want to fuck you. I want you in my room, in my bed, in my shower. The best I can do right now is take you to my room in the stables. Keeping you there. With my things. You’re safe there. It’s safer than even Maeme’s. I won’t have to worry when I can’t be with you. Please.” He paused and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me against his body. “Don’t fight me on this. The two weeks I went without being inside your hot little cunt were fucking brutal.”

I swallowed hard and felt my body melt against his as I leaned in closer without even realizing I was doing it. “Okay.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“That’s my girl,” he replied with a slow grin spreading across his face. “Let’s go before I fuck you against this damn truck and Maeme puts a bullet in my ass.”

He reached behind me to open the door while pulling me away from the truck and with him as he stepped back.

• Nine •

Did that make me deranged?

Rumor

Sleeping on sheets that smelled like King was nothing compared to walking back into his room at the stables. Being away from it, I had forgotten how his scent clung to the space. Would his house be like this too? Everywhere I went, I’d be engulfed in King. As if he needed anything more to make me weak and stupid.

“How did you acquire a room here? Since you have a house?” I asked as he dropped his keys on the dresser.

He smirked. “Once, Wilder, Thatcher, and I all stayed out here. Wilder moved out first. He got a girl pregnant, and they married. Our twenties were fun here, but the closer we got to thirty, we wanted something of our own. Thatcher had a house built farther back on this property. I did the same on the Salazar land, but I kept my room here. Comes in handy when I need to be close.”

He walked to me and loomed over me, his gaze trailing along my features as he did so. “I hadn’t stayed here in months, but once I got you settled in the shotgun house, I wanted to be close. Make sure I was here if you needed anything. I moved back in. Until last night, I hadn’t slept at my house since your second night here.”

That was something. He’d stayed close for me. He might not admit it or put a name to it, but he had felt something from day one. Even if I had been a nervous mess, I could admit I’d found him attractive.

He moved quickly then, taking me by surprise, and scooped me up in his arms.

“King!” I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck as he walked me over to the sofa and sank down on it with me in his lap.

“Ask,” he said, keeping his arms around my waist.

“Ask what?”

The charming grin that should come with a warning label touched his lips. “Everything. What do you want to know?”

Unsure why he was doing this, I tried to read his expression. “Why?” I finally asked.

His hand moved up my back and tugged on my hair playfully. “Because you want to know, and when I strip you naked and fuck you in the shower, I’d like all your thoughts to be on that. Us. So, ask me, sweets. What is going on in that head of yours?”

A nervous laugh tumbled from my lips as I dropped my gaze down to study the front of his shirt. “No pressure or anything,” I replied.


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