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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I sucked in a sharp breath, barely making out the small pea shape growing inside of me.

“Measuring right on schedule,” he added. “Everything looks just fine.”

Turning to look up at King, I realized he was watching me. The awe in his expression took my breath away. He wanted us. Both of us. The words I love you were right there. I had to fight to keep from blurting them out right now.

The paddle on my stomach was removed, and King pulled up my leggings, covering me, then tugged my shirt into place. His need to keep me covered made me feel special. As if he saw me as something he cherished.

“Maeme tells me that you have a lot of questions and concerns. She’s ordered you a book, but I have one, too, that I brought you. My cell number is on the front. Call me, text me, with any questions you have. It doesn’t matter the time. Also, I brought you some pills to help with the nausea.”

King helped me sit up while he balanced on his crutches. I reached for the book and took it, feeling as if I had just been given gold.

“Thank you,” I breathed, clutching it tightly.

He gave me a quick smile, then stood up. “I need to go tend to my other patients. If you don’t have any other questions for me, that is.”

I shook my head, feeling guilty that there were people here who had been injured while saving me, and he was in here, giving me an ultrasound.

“Thank you. Please, go help them.”

He glanced at King before turning and leaving.

Maeme’s sniffle reminded me she was still there. I shifted my body to get off the table and looked over at her. She was wiping away tears and grinning.

“Oh my,” she said with a laugh. “I didn’t know I was gonna get so emotional.”

Then, she came and gave me a quick hug before turning to King. She squeezed his arms and looked up into his eyes, saying nothing before leaving the room.

When I looked back at King, he was watching me. I wanted to know what he was thinking, if he was happy. Or did this make him feel trapped? I wished he’d say something. Let me have an idea of what he felt.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said.

I nodded, knowing he needed to lie down. All my worries could wait. Getting him healed was most important right now.

• Twenty-Nine •

I got shot for defying my boss, wanting to come find you, and you should ride my dick like a good girl because of it.

Rumor

When I opened my eyes, King’s erection was pressed firmly against my bottom, and his arm was wrapped around me with his hand tucked between my legs. His thumb moved and rubbed directly over my clit, causing me to gasp.

A deep chuckle behind me told me he was awake and knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sit on my face, sweets.”

I turned over to look at him. His eyes were no longer bloodshot, but hooded as he stared at me with a sexy grin on his face. I was also relieved to see the dark circles were gone from under them.

“You’re hurt,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, I am. And the only thing that will make me feel better is your pussy riding my tongue.”

I felt my entire body flush, and I clenched my thighs together. “Don’t you want breakfast?”

He bent his head, brushing his lips over mine. “The breakfast I want is between your pretty thighs.”

Dear God, this man.

I returned his kiss, wanting nothing more than to do exactly what he wanted of me. But he had been shot, and he needed to rest. He didn’t need me to be getting off with his mouth.

“But what you need is a good meal and rest,” I replied against his mouth.

He groaned, then reached for me and pulled me over on top of him until I was straddling his body. “Sweets, there isn’t a meal that compares to your cunt. That’s as good as it gets.”

I covered my face and laughed. He knew how to make me beet red and turned on, all at the same time. His hands grabbed my hips, and he moved me down until I felt his hard length press against me.

“If I can’t get it on my mouth, then I want it on my dick,” he said in a husky voice. “I’m hurt, sweets. The least you could do is ride me like your favorite horse.”

I squirmed, causing him to groan and my entire body to hum with pleasure. “I don’t have a favorite horse.”

He grabbed the sides of my panties and ripped them, then tugged the fabric from my body. “You’re about to have one.”

“King, you’re hurt,” I started as he lifted his hips and shoved his boxers down until his cock was free.


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