Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,134

me, I don’t want him to go, and that thought shocks me. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I’m enjoying this.”

His soft lips light up his gorgeous face when he smiles. He moves his hand to my knee, giving it a tender squeeze. Sparks tingle, making my breath catch as his amber-colored eyes meet mine. He exhales with regret. “I really should go. I have a little more work to finish tonight before I hit the hay.”

“Shit, of course. Sorry for keeping you.”

He scowls. “Don’t ever apologize for keeping me company, Sav. This was my honor. I hope we get to do it again sometime.”

“Me, too,”

“Night, Sav.”

“Night, Mr. Blue.”

He walks around the side of the house, I’m assuming, so he doesn’t wake anyone inside. A slow smile creeps up my face—I judged Hunter all wrong.

Suddenly my cell beeps. I shift my eyes down, seeing a text from King.

My heart flutters, and I open it hastily.

King: I’m in the area. You at your parents’ place still?

I furrow my brows but reply.

Me: Yeah, same place, same room. Why?

King: I’m coming. Be there soon ;)

My eyes widen as I furiously type back.

Me: King, it’s late. Maybe we can catch up tomorrow?

Nothing comes back. So, I stand and rush inside, making sure my bedroom is clean because I’m going to have to sneak King in here like I did when we were teenagers. I sit on my bed, tapping my foot anxiously for King to arrive. The roar of his Harley pulls up outside, and I smile. After being at the clubhouse for so long, I now see the appeal in bikes, and the attraction of King on one certainly is rewarding.

I fuss about with my clothing, making sure I appear okay before I make my way to the bedroom door to head to the front entry, but before I step out of my room, there’s a tapping on my window. I jump in fright but turn back to a shadow hovering at the glass. I giggle at how many times we’ve done this before—I should’ve known.

Quickly, I rush over to the window, push it open, and King is standing there—leather jacket, motorcycle helmet, smirk, and sexy as all fuck.

He winks. “It’s been a few years since we’ve done this.”

“You still manage to get past Dad’s security, even all these years later.”

He chuckles. “They have the same flaws in their system as they did back then, Savvy. I always knew how to sneak into your room. There’s about a thirty-second window as they walk past the front door, where they can’t see the side, and I creep down…” He pauses. “So, you gonna let me in or make such a fuss that I get busted?”

“Just be quiet when you come in. Everyone’s asleep.”

He laughs. “I’m pretty sure that’s the exact same thing you used to say, too.”

I lean through the window, grabbing his leather jacket, and yank on it. “Shut up and get in here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He climbs through the window, not as smoothly as he once used to when he was a teen. He’s a lot bigger now, and also has a helmet in his hand as he pulls his second leg through, but it gets stuck on the ledge, and he collapses, rolling onto the bench seat then down onto the floor.

I burst out laughing as his helmet rolls along the floor while he sprawls out on his back, spread-eagle, staring up at me with nothing but a big grin on his face.

“Smooth, King, reeeal smooth.”

He grabs both my arms, yanking me down onto the floor with him. I let out a little squeal, but he catches me, supporting my fall as I roll in next to him.

“Falling for me again, Savvy?” he asks.

I snort out a huff. “You wish, cowboy. We have a perfectly good front door, you know?”

His lips turn up, so freaking cockily. “Yeah… I know.”

I stare up at the ceiling, trying to fight back my smile. “Jackass… so a motorbike, huh?”

“My Harley is my baby.”

My eyes droop, as a lump gets caught in my throat. “I was your baby once.”

King grabs my hand, linking our fingers together. “I’m sorry I left, Savvy.”

My lips fall as I let out a heavy exhale. “Why are you back?”

“Sometimes, you don’t understand what you lost until it’s right in front of you again.”

I turn to him. “Are you saying you want me back?”

His eyes meet mine. “I’m saying I am not the kind of guy who gets caught up