Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5) by Autumn Jones Lake Page A

right down my jacket.”
    “Let’s get you inside, before you freeze.”
     

 
    I didn’t want to be alone in the house with Heidi. But it turned out being outside with her was just as dangerous to my sanity.
    Having her land on top of me had not improved my mental state at all. It almost made me do something I’d regret. After I get my wet coat off, I turn around and am struck stupid.
    Fuck me, what the hell is she wearing?
    I’m used to seeing Heidi in baggy flannel shirts, hooded sweatshirts, and crap like that. Can’t leave a sweatshirt around the girl, ‘cause she’ll steal it. I’ve lost too many to her thieving little hands to count over the years.
    So when she strips off her big, puffy winter coat, and then her sweatshirt, all she’s left wearing is a long-sleeved thermal shirt. A thin shirt that clings to all the curves I’d been trying damn hard not to notice she’d developed.
    Fuck.
    A long-sleeved thermal shirt is about to make me lose my mind.
    Why me?
    “I should get going. Your grandmother will be back soon…”
    Heidi turns to glance at the clock, and Christ, I can’t. I just can’t.
    “She’s still got a few hours. Come on, I’ll make some tea. At least stay until Marcel gets back. You don’t want to leave me alone on Christmas Eve, do you, Blake?”
    Heidi knows me so well. No. I’d never leave her alone. Enough people in her life have left her. I would dearly love to choke my best friend out, though. Where the fuck is he?
    At least he’d be a good distraction from being alone with Heidi. I wouldn’t be having all these filthy thoughts in my filthy fucking head if her brother was here with us.
    Footsteps thunder up the front porch steps. Thank fuck.
    Heidi throws open the door. “Oh my gosh! Axel, what are you doing here?”
    Oh, fuck no.
    “You’re freezing! Come in, come in,” Heidi squeals.
    You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.
    Who’s this punk?
    He grins down at Heidi. “I didn’t wanna interrupt you, if you’re doing family stuff, but I wanted to give you this. I’m going out of town with my folks tomorrow.”
    Folks? Who says shit like that?
    The little shit flicks his eyes in my direction. They widen in surprise. That’s right, take a good look, motherfucker.
    Heidi flushes and rushes to explain my presence, which seriously pisses me off. “Axel, this is my brother’s friend…my friend too, Blake. Blake, this is a friend of mine from school, Axel.”
    We shake hands and I just barely restrain myself from doing the obvious thing, like trying to crush his girly little fingers.
    “You go to school with Bug?”
    He frowns and glances at Heidi. “Yeah, I graduate this year.” He nods at my cut. “You in her brother’s MC?”
    “Yes.” Gee, he can read. Good for him. “You ride?”
    “I have an old bike I’m fixin’ up this winter.”
    Heidi interrupts. “It’s gonna be really sweet when he’s done, Blake, you should see it.” Then she does the worst thing. Clapping her hands together, she bounces up and down on her toes, her lovely underage tits bouncing right along.
    God help me.
    “Oh! Blake, you and Uncle Rock could help him fix it up!” she practically yells, like it’s the greatest idea ever.
    It’s not.
    Axel is smarter than I want to give him credit for, because he slowly shakes his head. “That’s okay, Heidi.” He glances at me again. Guess he’d like me to leave them alone. Tough shit. Hooking my thumbs in my front pockets I adopt a nice, casual pose that says I ain’t going anywhere.
    “Anyway, I can’t stay long, but here.” He shoves a big, shiny package at her.
    “Oh! It’s so heavy. Can I open it now?”
    A slow grin spreads over Axel’s face. He seems awfully fucking charmed by my little Bug. “Yeah, of course,” he answers.
    She squeals and rips the paper to shreds, letting it fall all over the floor. It’s a book. A big, heavy, textbook looking book. What kind of douche gives a girl he’s into a fuckin’ school