Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5)
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Authors: Autumn Jones Lake
Tags: #Christmas Eve, #New Adult, #MC Romance, #bad boy, #biker romance, #holiday romance
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A Lost Kings MC Holiday
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©2014 Autumn Jones Lake
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THREE KINGS, ONE NIGHT and the Lost Kings MC series is a complete work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
This book is an original publication of Ahead of the Pack, LLC.
About Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings #2.5)
This is a collection of three short stories (each one approximately 5,000 words).
Time line:
Both Murphy’s story and Wrath’s story take place in between Parts 1 and 2 of Slow Burn (Lost Kings MC #1)
Z’s story takes place after Corrupting Cinderella (Lost Kings MC #2)
Thank you so much for reading!
Autumn
P.S. There are two sneak peeks from future Lost Kings MC books waiting for you at the end!
“Bug, hand me that last strand of lights.”
“No.”
Heidi’s tone makes me tip my head up and I accidentally jam a staple into my thumb. “Fuck, god dammit, Heidi!”
“Oh shit, Blake! I’m sorry.”
I don’t know why something so little hurts so fucking much, but it does. Feeling like an asshole for making such a big deal, I shake it off.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
Now I feel like a jerk for yelling at her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Hand me the lights?”
She does without complaining this time, and I get them tacked up without further injury.
“Shoulda done this a fuckin’ month ago, not Christmas Eve.”
Heidi shrugs. “Grandma always goes out with her friends and then to church. She won’t be back for a few hours.”
Great, just what I need. Alone time with my best friend’s hot, underage sister.
“Where’s your dickhead brother?”
“Said he’d be over with some pizzas in a little bit.”
Thank God.
“Want to come inside and help me hang stuff in there?”
Unfortunately, I do. That’s why I will stay right the fuck out here where it’s cold and we’re in plain sight.
“No,” I bark at her a little harsher than I intended. Her face falls and I want to punch myself.
“Sorry, Bug. I just want to finish this before it gets dark.”
“Okay.” She grabs an armful of garlands and starts twirling them around the porch railings.
“That front step still holding okay?”
Heidi bounces up and down on said step. “Yup.”
Teller and I spent a good chunk of time and money last summer fixing up the outside of his grandmother’s ancient Victorian house. Not that the old bat appreciated it, but Heidi deserved to live somewhere where the front porch wasn’t crumbling apart.
“All right. Go flip the switch for me, Heidi-girl.”
I laugh as she skips up the steps to get the lights. Then I’m blinded by the dozens of LED bulbs that come to life.
***
The front porch bathed all in white Christmas lights is breathtaking. Spending time with Blake putting them up, has been perfect.
I’ve always been a sucker for Christmas lights. Grandma hates them. Well, she doesn’t like the work, which at her age I understand.
“Thanks for helping me, Blake.”
He rubs a hand over his tidy, ginger beard. “No problem, Bug.”
God, how I hate when he calls me that. “You know what I’d like for Christmas?”
“What?”
“You to stop calling me bug.”
He cocks his head, studying me before answering. Between his knit cap and facial hair, I can barely see him. “You know you can’t pick your road name. You think I liked getting tagged with Murphy?”
Yes, I think he did like it. “I’m not part of the MC, so I don’t need a road name.”
“You’re MC family.”
Pretending I’m fixing one of the garlands, I reach down and grab a handful of snow and roll it into a quick ball.
“Don’t you dare, Bug.”
The snow makes a nice wet, whapping sound when I peg him in the chest with it.
“Now you’re gonna get it.”
He bends over and starts scooping up a massive amount of snow. No way am I getting pelted with one of his fastballs. Squealing, I turn and run in the opposite direction, around the house.
But Blake knows me too well. He must have gone the opposite way, because when I turn the corner, we collide and go down to the ground in a pile of limbs. Blake lets out a soft whoosh of air when I hit him. His arms instinctively wrap around me to protect me from the fall. I’ve got him pinned under me and I’m laughing so hard I can’t get a breath.
“Damn girl, you’re a friggin’ linebacker.”
“Funny.”
“Get off me.”
His arms are still wrapped around me, so I try and wriggle out of his hold. “I can’t. Let go of me.”
A strange look crosses his face, but he lifts his arms, laying them on the ground like he’s about to make snow angels.
He grunts when I use his chest to push myself up.
A wet ball of snow pelts my cheek.
“Dammit, Blake! That went 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.
