Page 57 of Christmas With The Kings
“You’re so good at this,” I hissed as my hips bucked.
There was something beautiful about watching her mouth stretch around me, hearing her gag and slurp me down. Her eyes were filled with tears, and they spilled over, wetting her thick lashes. The visual alone had me barreling toward release.
On the next pass, she flicked her eyes up and moaned. The damned vibrations set out a thousand chills. The sensation raced down my spine and settled in my balls. I thrust deeper into her throat, needing her to take all of me.
She had me right there. Every breath shallow, every nerve stretched thin. My jaw was locked, muscles tight. She knew what she was doing, every calculated movement bringing me closer to the edge.
And then without warning my phone rang. Her lips slid off me right as I was about to let go, and I nearly swore at the loss. My entire body jerked in protest. She rocked back on her heels, mouth swollen, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Isn’t that your mother’s ringtone?” she asked sweetly.
“She can wait. Back at it,” I growled, reaching for her, already trying to tug her back into place.
Instead of obeying, she slipped her hand straight into my trousers, quick as a thief, and fished the damn phone free before I could stop her.
“Don’t you fucking answer that,” I warned.
She only grinned, dancing out of reach, her hair falling like milk chocolate silk down her back as she shook her head. “And ignore your mother? Never.”
My jaw clenched as she swiped the screen and hit speaker. I could strangle her and kiss her senseless all at once.
“Darling, do you have an ETA?” my mother’s voice rang out, sharp and impatient. “We’ve already got a line of children waiting—what on earth is taking you so long?”
Before I could open my mouth, Kinsley chimed in, singsong and smug. “I told him we needed to go.”
Her bratty little tone rang in my ears, and I bit back a groan. Exasperation curled in my chest, but hell if I didn’t find myself grinning despite it. She lived to test me, and she was damn good at it.
“Have you even left yet?” my mother’s voice snapped through the speaker.
“No, ma’am,” I offered, grabbing my phone from the little shit.
“Well, what on earth is keeping you?”
I leveled a look at the woman in front of me. “Do not answer that question,” I warned, low and deadly.
“Oh… oh…Lordy,” my mother broke in, a long-suffering sigh on the line. “You two. With the amount of fornicating the four of you do on a daily basis, I better be getting a sonogram photo in my damn stocking. Now, get it together, reign in those hormones, and save the shenanigans for later.”
Kinsley only beamed, delighted to get a reaction out of me. “I told him the same thing, Mama King. Business before pleasure…but you know how he can be.”
Heat crawled up my neck to my ears. Christ. My own mother. I pinched the bridge of my nose, but it was no use—the damage was already done.
“What is it the Reaper always calls him?” Kinsley went on, eyes dancing. “Spoiled rotten baby.”
“Yes, this is true,” my mother replied without hesitation, and I thought I might actually die of embarrassment. “But I still need you to get your arses here fast. We can’t do the Kings Christmas Extravaganza without Santa and Mrs. Claus. Oh, Isabella and Bash have arrived—I’ve got a few elf costumes. I’ll put them to work to hold off the crowd, but the two ofyou need to get a move on. Remember, son, you begged me to let you do this.”
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. Begged was a strong word, but now I was well and truly trapped. Across the room, Kinsley was practically glowing, smug as sin, nibbling at her bottom lip like she knew exactly what she’d done.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered.
“Like what?” she asked all innocence, tilting her head, hair tumbling over one shoulder.
“Like you just got away with murder.”
Her grin widened. “Well, I did save you from ignoring your mother. Which is more like saving your life than murder but—semantics.”
A voice cleared on the phone. I hit the end-call button before my mother could lecture me further and tossed it on the bed.
“You realize,” I said, pinning her with a look that made her shift her weight from one bare foot to the other, “you’ve now dug yourself a very deep hole.”
