Page 56 of The Kings of Kearny

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his ear. “There might be one thing you could do to shut me up. It’d be pretty hard for me to talk around that thick cock of yours.”

He gripped my thighs and ground up into me, demonstrating just how big his dick was when fully aroused. “This cock?”

I rolled my pelvis into his thrust, careless of my aching hip. I loved that he was already hard and ready. There was something so primal in driving another person half-mad with lust. Jakob had the same effect on me, and I didn’t even want to know what it would do to his ego if he ever found out.

He thrust again, the friction of our jeans sending a jolt of pain-numbing pleasure scorching through me. I let go of his neck and shoved his shirt up a few inches so I could unbutton his jeans. I wanted that thick cock in my mouth. I’d been thinking about it since he got me off earlier, and it had nothing to do with quid pro quo and everything to do with wanting to explore and savor every inch of this man. How soft would his skin be? How long could he last before he—

A set of headlights flashed over us, and I froze. Holy hell, I’d been about two seconds from dropping down to the floor and sucking him off right here in the car. Anyone could have walked by and seen us. Jakob told Daniel that I was a private person, and by chance, he was right. The thought of getting caught giving him head was like getting dumped into an ice bath.

Jakob pulled me in close and turned a little as a truck rolled up the driveway, shielding me with his body.

“I totally forgot where we were,” I whispered into the side of his neck.

The truck moved past, and darkness descended on us again. Jakob eased back into his seat, his arms loosening around me. Those headlights had ruined my night vision, and I could barely see the white of his teeth as he grinned.

“I have that effect on women,” he said, tone dripping with smugness.

It was the same line he’d used on me the other morning, and despite myself, I laughed. “Don’t act like you didn’t forget where we were too.”

“Oh, I remembered,” he shot back. “I just didn’t give a fuck.”

We stared at each other from a foot apart, our eyes readjusting to the darkness. I wanted to kiss him again, and I could tell by the way he gripped my thighs that he wanted to kiss me too, but we didn’t have time to start anything right now, and if we did, I might lose what little self-restraint I still possessed and let him drag me into the back seat, to hell with witnesses.

Jakob made a low sound of frustration, like his thoughts had gone down the same rabbit hole. “The sooner we go inside and make the rounds, the sooner we can leave. Ready?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” I said, the words dripping with innuendo. In my mind, I saw him spread out beneath me, naked and straining. I was so turned on that it was almost uncomfortable.

Jakob dug his fingers into my jeans. “You keep this up, and we’re going to end up fucking in public.”

I dropped my head to his shoulder. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for looking at me like that,” he said, his hands sliding to my ass.

He swung his door open and climbed out of the car, holding me up with one arm. I clung to him for a minute, savoring the feel of his heavy muscles beneath my hands, before unwinding my legs from his waist. He steadied me as I slid off him. I took a measured step back when my feet hit the pavement, putting space between us that I desperately needed right now.

You’re in the driveway of Daniel King, about to walk into a house full of drunken criminals,I reminded myself.Get your shit together.

I straightened my clothes and tried not to stare at Jakob. He really was a big son of a bitch, and between the whorling tattoos and the clinging darkness, he looked more like an actual specter than a King. His hand dropped to his jeans in my periphery, and my gaze snapped right back to him as he readjusted himself. I must have had a sadistic streak because there was something about knowing he’d been hard for me at least twice today without release that made me want to torment him a little. He turned away and reached in to grab his jacket from the back seat, and while his back was to me, I pulled my hair out of its messy bun and combed my fingers through it.

He shrugged his jacket on and locked the car behind him. Together, we headed toward the house. I reached up and started braiding my hair as we walked.

He looked over at me as we passed into the golden nimbus of the floodlights, gaze dropping to where my fingers were finishing the plait. “What are you doing?”

I tied the braid off and pulled it over my shoulder. “Giving us something to look forward to later.” To drive the point home, I wrapped it around my wrist and tugged.

Jakob swore, with feeling, and dragged me into the house.

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