Just Between Us (Kings #3)

FIFTEEN

VEDA

I knew envious, dagger-filled stares when I saw them. Royal’s presence commanded every room he entered, and the quirky dive bar he’d taken me to was no different. All night women had been soaking up his tattooed, bad-boy appearance. It didn’t bother me—he was hot as fuck. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his strong arms or the way his jeans stretched across his muscular thighs.

I had found it surprising that his gaze didn’t wander far from me. Despite the attention he drew, he focused on me while we laughed and danced along with the jukebox. The car ride back to Outtatowner was no different. I rolled my window down and turned the radio way up. Royal flew down the highway as my arms spread wide, and I belted out every song I knew. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his deep, sensual chuckle filled the cab of his truck as I sang my heart out.