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LONE KING
KING BROTHERS
BOOK FOUR
K.M. SCOTT
CONTENTS
Blurb
Lone King Playlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
About the Author
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Lone King
Marius
I love my life. I do as I want, when I want, and with whomever I want. It’s a good life.
I’m the King brother who’s always single, but I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve been with the same incredible woman for two years. She makes me happier than I ever thought possible. I’m crazy in love with her, like the kind of love I never thought actually existed in real life.
So why doesn’t anyone know this? I like to keep things to myself. Anyway, my brothers would have a million questions they’d expect me to answer if they found out, so why would I tell them?
It’s not certain how long I can keep things on the down low. The woman I love wants to tell the world, and I have a hard time denying her anything. Except this. So for now, she and I will be happy, and no one will know.
That is, until our secret comes out.
Duck
Like the nickname he gave me? I didn’t for a long time, but it’s grown on me. Plus, he’s so cute when he calls me it.
I’m the woman Marius King loves. Except nobody but he and I know that.
I guess to some people that would be strange. I’m not sure we aren’t strange. How we got together wasn’t exactly a meet cute, but then again, neither of us is the meet cute kind. How we’ve been since that first day would likely be considered strange by some too.
That’s okay. We don’t care. I love him and he loves me, so we’re good.
That is, until everyone finds out our secret.
Lone King is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-955335-76-8
Published in the United States
LONE KING PLAYLIST
Lone King Playlist
Dream On-Aerosmith
Wrap It Up-The Fabulous Thunderbirds
Breakaway-Art Garfunkel
Still of the Night-Whitesnake
I Fell In Love With The Devil-Avril Lavigne
All I Want Is You-U2
Midnight Rider-Allman Brothers
Urgent-Foreigner
In The Evening-Led Zeppelin
If Anyone Falls-Stevie Nicks
Don’t Dream It’s Over-Crowded House
Why Can’t This Be Love-Van Halen
Always On My Mind-Willie Nelson
CHAPTER ONE
Marius
They say save the best for last, so that must be what this is. I guess it’s my turn to have my story told. Not that it could ever be the whole story. With how close I play my cards to the vest, how could it?
I learned at a very early age to let few people know what I’m actually doing. Most of my life, I’ve been the middle King. Two brothers before me and two brothers after me left me being the exact middle of the pack.
So what did that mean? Well, Matthias was the oldest, so he got all the pressure. And Ronan was the youngest, so he had a much easier time compared to the rest of us. Theo was usually a dick. Surprised to finally hear someone say that? Yeah, it’s not nice to speak ill of the dead, but did you notice how he treated Ava all those years? Dude actually thought he could dip his wick anywhere he chose and she’d always be waiting for him. Serves him right that Matthias took her for himself. And he wasn’t the only brother Theo dicked over. As for Kellen, he’s always been the brother who prided himself on being out of control. I’m pretty sure that was an attention seeking ploy since he wasn’t cool with simply being the second to youngest King.
Now that leaves only me out of the five of us to have his story told. Unlike my younger brother, I never wanted anyone to know what I was doing. Wild or not, it’s best to keep your business on the down low. The less people know, the better.
That means that most people who know my family know next to nothing about me. They can point to my being a photographer or a great pool player. Some mention how they’ve seen my pics in major publications, which is always nice. But truth be told, they really have no idea who I am.
And I love it that way.
Now that it’s time for my story, there are a few things you need to remember or nothing you read after this will make sense. (Like that reference to the beginning of A Christmas Carol? No? Leave the references to the bears? Got it. Let’s move on.)
First, I’ve never hated love. I seem to, especially to my brothers, but no, I do not and never have hated love. Who the hell hates love? Sounds like something a psychopath would say.
What I hated was finding out the first woman I ever loved was a gold digger who only wanted me for my family’s money. Imagine someone dating me only for money when there are so many other great benefits. So fuck Maia. I heard she ended up marrying some insurance guy. Good. I hope for nothing more than for her to get what she deserves.
Second, I prefer to keep my business to myself, and that includes hiding things from my brothers. None of them appreciate the kind of life I want to live, so why keep them in the loop? It’s enough for them to think I spend my time snapping pictures of beautiful women on beaches and then sleeping with them.
Third, and this one is the most important thing to remember, I’ve been hiding something big from everyone in the world but the one person who means the most to me.
So, are you ready? Buckle up because this is going to be a wild ride. Just remember those three things because they’re going to be important. No, there won’t be a quiz after. Don’t be a smartass.
Without further ado, it’s time for this King brother to get his happily ever after. Let’s see how it goes.
CHAPTER TWO
Marius
I swipe my hand across the mirror to clear away the fog left over from the steam of the shower and take a good look at my face. It’s the same face I’ve seen all my life. Just a little older now. The question for me today is do I want to shave?
After seeing Ronan with that scraggly ass beard, I thought I’d never want to stop shaving. Leave it to my baby brother to have a good looking woman shave him and he makes no move to have her. Then again, that King has only loved one woman in his entire life, and that’s Kate, so I guess it’s not surprising he didn’t want to get busy with Sabrina.
Oh, little minx thought she had a golden ticket for the gravy train before I came along to ruin her plans. Like I told him, she would have switched her affections to me if she thought she had a chance, but alas, I wasn’t available either.
Nobody knows that, though, so let’s keep that under our hats for a little while. Everyone can find out in due time about my private life. For now, I want to keep it to myself.
I’d bet a hundred bucks it ran through Sabrina’s mind to try something with Matthias too, just like I told him. He naturally assumed I was crazy and had watched too much porn. Sure, I watch porn, and the nanny and single dad is a popular theme, assuming anyone gives a fuck what people do for a living in those movies. That doesn’t mean I was wrong about Sabrina.
I reach for my razor and slide a new blade in before I look around for the shaving cream. Nothing seems to be where it should be in this bathroom. Then again, I haven’t lived here long, so maybe that’s the problem. I just closed on this penthouse a few months ago.
With a face full of shaving cream and a fresh blade in my razor, I set about cleaning myself up. That’s what you do when the woman you adore is joining you for dinner.
Ten minutes later, my beard is no more, so I head down to the kitchen to find my phone. I check but don’t have any messages, which means she’ll be here soon.
I hear the elevator doors open and turn around to see her kicking off her three inch heels from work. Honestly, how does she wear those things? She claims they don’t hurt and she loves them, especially the red soles. Why women buy shoes because of the color of the soles will always be a mystery to me, but I do have to admit her legs look incredible in them.
“You’re not dressed,” she says when she walks into the kitchen and stops in front of me, that beautiful mouth of hers turned down in a pout. “I though t we were having dinner.”
“We are,” I say with a smile, happier now that she’s here with me. I take a step toward her and stare into those gorgeous green eyes looking up at me since she’s almost a foot shorter than I am when she’s not wearing her shoes. “How was your day, dear? Tough time at work?”
As she slides her arms around my waist to pull me to her, she groans. “You have no idea. You standing here in nothing but a white towel low on your hips is the best part of my entire day, baby.”
I’ve been with a lot of women, but none of them have ever made me want them more than this woman. It’s like she has some kind of hold on me.
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.”
I’ve always gotten the feeling my Duck is a daddy’s girl. She’s the only daughter with four brothers, and every time she’s mentioned her father, it’s in almost adoring terms like right now. Let’s hope when we finally let the world know about us that he doesn’t hate me because we’ve been hiding our relationship.
Walking away, she heads for the steps. “You coming, or am I doing this alone again tonight?” she asks with a wicked grin.
The thought of her masturbating while I’m not here to give herself what she needs makes me even more excited, and I quickly move to catch up to her. “No need to go it alone tonight since I’m here and ready to roll.”
Reaching back, she takes my hand in hers. “Good. I prefer the real thing. Silicone isn’t my groove.”
As we climb the stairs to the second floor, I say, “Did I ever happen to mention how sexy I think it is that you’re so open about everything?”
She glances back and me and laughs. “One of these days, you’re going to have to tell me about the women you were going out with before me because they sound like a bunch of puritans.”
I never thought I was spending time with uptight women, but compared to Duck, I guess they were pretty puritanical. Maybe that’s why I’m not with them anymore.
“Well, forget them. All I want to think about is you and me and how many times I’m going to make you come before dinner.”
When she hits the top of the stairs, she turns around to face me, and I see she’s unbuttoned her dress. I do love a woman who’s ready for fun.
“By the way, if I knew we were going to get busy before going to the restaurant, I would have worn a different bra and underwear. You’re catching me unmatched,” she says with a smile.
I stop one step below her and slide my hands over her ribs. Does she really think I care that her bra is black but her underwear are pink?
“Duck, you do know men don’t care about matching bras and underwear, right? We’re pretty base creatures, so all we care about is what’s underneath.”
She moans when I unhook her bra and slip my hands under it to cup her breasts. Her skin is petal soft but hot, like she’s burning up.
“Do you have a fever, Duck?” I ask as I step up to press a kiss on her forehead. “Feels cool up here, though.”
“You know how I am, Marius,” she says before walking away toward the bedroom.
I do know how she is, but I worry about her too. She works too many hours, and I’m pretty sure wearing three inch heels five days a week isn’t good for her either. I’d love if she’d quit that job and spend her time traveling the world with me. Now that Ronan is doing better, I can return to being the nomad I’ve always been, just with my Duck at my side.
“You’re definitely hot,” I tease, and she turns around as she walks into the bedroom.
“Thank you. You’re pretty hot yourself,” she says and then strips out of her dress, tossing it onto the floor near the closet.
