Page 59 of The Lost Kings
“Are you suggesting we both get in there?” Because if we did, then…there’d be no turning back.
My twin didn’t reply, but his jaw ticked a few times. “It’s neither of us or it’s both of us.”
My stomach might as well have turned into a hollow pit for how empty it felt. My heart hammered out a warning in my chest, but my twin just kept his gaze on me. He offered me a silent assurance that we’d be okay, and I chose to cling to that look. That glint in his eyesaid that he had some plan, or some idea of how we’d make it out of this intact and still best friends.
It wasn’t until he opened the door and slid inside that I moved and did the same exact thing on the opposite side.
The interior of the car was dark because we’d parked in the shade, but it smelled like Presley’s shampoo. She used something that had coconut and oranges in it, and ever since I was young, I’d been addicted to it.
“Why are you guys back here?” Presley asked, angrily. Her arms were still crossed over her chest and her face was red. The piece of hair Kingston had tucked behind her ear had come loose and was now resting against her cheek.
Kingston caught my eye from over her head, and I realized then and there this was going to require us both to put our pride aside and just focus on her and what she needed.
“Presley, we weren’t making fun of you about your request to be introduced to someone.”
She sniffed and I nearly pulled her into my arms.
“Fuck, Pres. Don’t cry.”
She turned to look at me, her lips pursed, and her brows knitted. “I’m not crying. I’m angry. You guys have so many friends, and all I wanted was for you to introduce me to one of them.”
“Did it ever occur to you that perhaps we don’t want you to be introduced to anyone else?” Kingston started tracing a path over Presley’s hand.
I added, “We aren’t going to entrust you to some idiot high schooler. You want your first kiss, you’ll give it to one of us.”
She threw her head back against the headrest and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m not kissing one of you.”
“Of course you’re not. You’re kissing both of us.”
Her head snapped over to Kingston, but he didn’t wait for her to come to terms with it. He pulled her over his hips until she was straddling him. Her brown tresses fell, and the ends kissed the top ofmy brother’s thighs. I focused on her nails, and how her hands went to his shoulders to balance herself.
“No one will ever know,mi reina.It’s our secret, just relax and close your eyes, okay?”
Her chest was rising and falling so fast, it was impossible not to stare at or feel my own pulse begin to race. This was what I had wanted for so long, but it felt horrifying that I was watching it all unfold with someone else. I had dreamt of those hips cradling mine. I had dreamt of that hair tickling the tops of my thighs and those pert breasts heaving in front of my face.
“Okay,” Pres finally whispered, keeping her gaze on Kingston, but then her brows knitted. “What if I don’t know what to do and what if?—”
Kingston pulled her chin down until their lips met. Everything seemed silent and loud at once, maybe there was something erupting in my eardrums or my heart. Everything felt too reckless as I watched my brother move his jaw to the side and take Presley’s face to help her match his rhythm.
I had to push down the anger and the jealousy and remember that this was for her. All of this, every second of it was for her. We were the only two people in her life who would push down our own needs and our own desires and put her first.
So I tried to encourage her by scooting into the spot she’d vacated. “Does that feel good, Pres? You look perfect from here.”
Presley pulled back, breathing hard. “Yeah, it feels good but, King, your phone is digging into my thigh.”
I gave a little snort while Kingston pulled her chin back in and resumed kissing her.
“Why don’t you try to rub against his phone, Pres. See if it makes you feel good.”
Presley froze for a second and I worried I’d freaked her out, but then she slowly shifted her hips the smallest bit and my brother let out a groan.
“Can you rub faster, Pres?” I asked, before deciding to place myhand against her ass and guide her. If this was as close as I was going to get, then I’d fucking touch her.
Every time she moved back and her ass pushed into my palm, I’d push her forward again. I had no doubt that my brother was about to cum in his jeans any second at the rate Elvis was going and how hard they were making out. Had she even noticed how comfortable she’d gotten with kissing and how naturally she was flowing with Kingston’s movements?
Smacking and sucking sounds filled the car as the two began to get lost in the chaos of their lips, the touch, her pussy moving over his cock.
Kingston finally pulled away, looking slightly dazed and a lot like he was in love. Presley’s eyes were still shut as she panted and traced her tongue over her bottom lip.
