Page 33 of The Billionaires' Gamble
“Come on in here, and I’ll stroke it for you,” she says.
Good god, she’s amazing.
I jerk the sock off my other foot and stand.
“Better yet, everyone out,” King says, turning off the water.
I like where this is going. Who needs dinner?
There’s just something about the way he takes charge in the bedroom that feels like a pleasure serum going straight through my veins.
I grab a stack of fresh towels and hand them over. King immediately drops to one knee and starts drying off Katherine’s legs. When Alex wraps his towel around his hips, I admit I’m sad he put his monster cock away. Seeing him naked like this, all those muscles, all that power... I think the only way to describe what I’m feeling is melted.
He plucks Katherine’s towel from her fingers and dries her top half. She grins up at him, her eyes so bright. He’s so fucking gentle with her. Which is just wild. A month ago, I would have said she doesn’t need or want that kind of softness. She’d eat him alive. But I was wrong, and she’s thriving under his attention.
King launches to his feet and turns his attention on me. “You okay?”
I huff a laugh and reach for him. “I’m fine.”
“I already knew that. I was asking if your ass was okay. Need me to massage it?” He swipes his towel over his head, giving his blond locks a cursory dry. His smirk is magnetic.
“I mean... Who’s gonna say no to that?”
Katherine squeals as Alex scoops her up and turns for the bedroom. King and I follow them, unable to stop touching each other now that we’ve started. My fingertips glide along the grooves of his abs.
Alex lays Katherine on the bed, sliding in next to her. She turns in his arms and lifts her lips to his. King and I pause at the other side of the bed, and while there’s a hint of frustration that I’d just outfitted my bedroom with an extra bed to fit all of us, it’s not nearly as strong as the current contentedness I feel.
This is what I’d been missing. Family and friends, all wrapped in one. For the first time, it’s like all the pieces of my life finally fit together, and I’m not looking for more.
Alex was right, though. I am enjoying the show.
Turning to King, I slide my hands up his chest, sinking one into his hair and closing the other around his strong jaw. His skin has the tiniest bit of prickle, a golden halo of a five o’clock shadow.
Leaning in, I trail kisses from the corner of his mouth, across his cheek, then nip his ear. He closes his hands around my hips, pulling me forward until our dicks slide against one another. “What now?” I whisper.
He rubs his cheek against mine. “Now you get on the bed so I can suck your brains out.”
Arousal spears through me, and I launch myself onto the bed like a five-year-old who’s ready for their favorite story. This is my favorite story. The story of us.
King follows me down, so much heat in his eyes that my skin feels sunburned. He settles between my legs, hands coasting over my knees, up my thighs. All the while, his attention is firmly on my cock.
I swear, all he has to do is breathe on it and I’m ready to lose control. Between watching Alex get off, then having King’s hand down my pants and everything after that, I’m so damn close. It’s almost embarrassing.
But there’s nothing to be embarrassed about here.
Katherine rolls toward me, sliding a hand up my chest. She raises up on an elbow, and I pull her in for a kiss just as King closes his hand around my dick. I groan against her lips, my hand tightening in the damp strands at the nape of her neck.
“Like that?” she whispers.
I can’t even form words, so I just give an affirmative hum.
His grip is firm, knowing just how I need to be touched. And then he sinks that hot mouth down around my tip. This time, my groan is echoed by Alex. It’s too much. Too good. I need to think of something, anything, besides the wonderful reality I’ve foundmyself in. But, at the same time, I don’t dare because I’ve waited for this for what seems like an eternity.
“Get up here and ride my face,” I say against Katherine’s lips.
She smiles, then shifts away from me just far enough to get her knees beneath her.Fuck yes. Give me my dinner, Princess.
Has there ever been a prettier sight than all those feminine curves? All this soft, creamy skin that smells like a dream?
