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Yes. Yep. Uh-huh. Absolutely.
“I am now,” I say against his lips.
A second set of hands close around my waist, and I sigh, melting between them. My brain starts to hum with pleasure as King sweeps my hair to one side and presses kisses over the opposite shoulder. I shiver, nipples hardening.
I reach for King behind me.
There was a moment after I came to on that yacht that I worried I’d never get to see them again, much less feel this connected. Love is a great motivator.
Turning, I wrap my arms around King’s neck and lift my lips to his. He spears his tongue into my mouth, overwhelming my senses. I parry right back, sinking my fingers into his hair. He’s like oxygen and sunlight, essential ingredients to life. I can’t get enough.
“Need you both,” I say against King’s lips. Then I wrench my lips from his and turn to Alex. “Before I go.”
There’s a split second of hesitation, and I can guess what’s going through their head because the same thing is going through mine.
As right as this feels, someone’s missing.
King and I will be alone halfway around the world doing who knows what. Alex will be stateside waiting. And Gabe will be wherever he is.
But in this moment, I can’t let myself care where he is or what he’s doing. I think I’ve earned my disappointment where he’s concerned. Disappointment, frustration, anger—take your pick.
The emotions well inside me like a fiery little dragon. And she hurts.Deeply.
Which is, perhaps, silly. Gabe and I never made ’til-death-do-us-part promises to each other. But my heart has already promised a hunk of itself to him. To that sinful smirk of his. To his past, his pain, the trauma he carries.
Maybe I got carried away on a cloud of hormones. Time will tell.
As my nose starts to tingle and I try desperately to pull up from my pity party, I lift watery eyes to Alex. It hurts even worse knowing Gabe’s in pain and he won’t let me reach out to him.
The dragon snarls.No thinking about him.Not right now. “I want to lose myself in both of you. I don’t want to think abouthim or his hang-ups or why he isn’t here with us. I don’t want to think about his hypocrisy?—”
“I don’t think?—”
I whirl on King, and he shuts up instantly. Smart man.
“Just don’t. It’s probably not logical, but it’s how I’m feeling. It fucking hurts, Kingston. He gave mehellfor not telling him about the inheritance situation, and all that time he was keeping this from me?”
Alex wraps a beefy arm around my middle and tugs me back against his chest. How he can be so big and deadly and yet gentle with me… Some of my fury cools, which makes the pain in my chest intensify.
“But he didn’t keep it from you,” I point out. “Maybe one day I’ll know why. But not today. Today we’re flying to Greece and we’re going to swim in azure seas and stuff our faces with baklava and sleep under the stars. But before we go, I’m going to have you both. And then I’m going to get on that plane full of your cum.”
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ALEX
King’s soft green gaze collides with mine. There’s a split second of wild lust in his eyes, then a mischievous, dare I say devilish, twitch of his lips. After taking Katherine’s hands, he tugs her forward, plucking her from my embrace. Bending at the waist, he throws her over his shoulder.
With a slap to her ass, he makes a beeline for the room I’ve been sleeping in. “Close the curtains,” he calls over his shoulder.
“On it,” I say, shutting the door, then moving to the windows.
Katherine laughs as he puts her back on her feet at the foot of the bed. Her cheeks are pink from being upside down, and her hair’s a little wild. She’s only going to get more mussed from here.
“Challenge accepted,” he tells her with a quick peck on the lips.
Then he’s stripping out of his shirt, toeing off his loafers, and kissing her between every article of clothing he removes.
I’m not entirely convinced that this isn’t some sort of delayed shock on Katherine’s part, but she’s always known what she wants, and I’m always happy to give it to her. So, if she wants to take out her frustration on my dick, so be it.
