Page 36 of Dirty Crown
“Whoever it is, they aren’t worth your time or worry, princess,” Valen said, pulling me toward him. Kingston loosened his arms and let me go, Valen enveloped me and kissed my neck.
I wanted to tell him about my suspicions, but how could I? The music was too loud and the crowd was bumping against us, too close and full of curiosity about our unusual relationship. We were destined to cause a scene when we were out and open about it, that wasn’t the part that bothered me. What bothered me were the leering men and their gross stares. They didn’t even try to hide the way they licked their lips or gave us sidelong glances of lust.
So I ignored them all, it was the only way I could deal with them. I sunk into the sensation of being with my Kings and the freedom of not hiding it in public. I let them run their hands down my body, I threw my head back and closed my eyes, and fell into the bliss of our energy.
The song changed to something with a throbbing beat and we danced even closer together. I could feel them all pressing against me, encircling me and protecting me from all the prying, spying eyes with their tall, muscled bodies. I was safe inside of our whirling, twisting cyclone of dancing and touching, loving and expressing our love.
Not hiding it was incredibly uplifting. Normally in a situation like this, we would work so hard to keep our love from everybody, but now we didn’t care. We wanted them to know.
Once the music stopped, we barely managed to sit down long enough to eat the dinner they served. This was followed by long, boring speeches about the future of business and the importance of connections and I thought I was going to lose my mind.
I wanted to get home and have my Kings, and I wanted to follow up with the private investigator. They were warring ideas in my head, each battling for space, but since I couldn’t get in touch with the private investigator until the morning I knew which one would win.
The one that was ever present and completely at my fingertips.
My Kings.
“Can we ditch this boring stuff and get home?” I asked Archer as I leaned against him.
He glanced at me, then up to the person who was speaking, and back to me.
“We’re supposed to be making connections, princess,” he said, then looked down to his thigh where my hand was sliding up towards his cock. “Then again, who needs connections when you have Ivan Popolov on your side?”
He groaned as my fingers danced across the ridge of his thick cock and his eyes glazed over the moment I began to stroke him through the fabric of his pants.
“I think our little whore queen needs to get home,” Kingston said from my other side. He was well aware of what I was doing, and luckily there were only the five of us at our table or else it would have been extremely impolite. It was one thing to dance slowly with each of them on the dancefloor, but it was quite another to be practically jerking them off under the table with other people present.
I liked to think I wouldn’t be that gauche, but evidence would point to the contrary. When it came to my Kings, I wasn’t exactly a shrinking violet.
“Take me home,” I whispered to Kingston, then looked over at Ryker and Valen. “This is boring to me, I feel weird as fuck with Blackstone eye fucking me from across the room, and I need to go back to where I feel normal and safe.”
“And where’s that, princess?” Ryker asked in a low tone, his eyes hooded with desire.
“In the middle of the bed with all of you surrounding me. It’s the only place I feel like I can be truly free and it’s the only place where I feel like I can relax. I know I’m loved and nothing bad will happen to me when I’m in your arms.”
“Fuck it, we don’t need this shit,” Archer said, standing quickly and sliding his chair back with an audible screech. His hard on was fully visibly down his left thigh and it was right at eye level with me. I couldn’t help but stare, as if I was in a trance, and I wouldn’t break free until he helped me stand.
I took his hand and the five of us left, weaving between the tables and the crowd of business majors. Neve gave me a knowing look as we left, and I winked before turning away.
Several people said goodbye to them, and the speaker fell silent until our disruption was finished and we left the room.
“Looks like somebody forgot to turn the kettle off,” the speaker joked and titters of nervous laughter filled the room behind us.
“God, I’m so glad to get out of there,” I groaned when I heard the joke.
We practically ran to our SUV and I fell into deep, sensual kisses on the way home. It felt like no time passed at all, we were so enthralled with each other.
That was the most amazing thing of all, every time we wound up together, every time I touched them, it felt like the first time all over again.
I was carried into the house when we got back, and I didn’t even know who was holding me as the took turns kissing and loving me. I was enveloped in it all and deeply lost to the sensations when we stepped through our front door.
“I was wondering when you’d get home,” my mom’s voice greeted us, and just like that, my safe, happy bubble was popped and I was dragged back into reality. “I have to talk to you about Reg and Nat and what we’re gonna do here.”
“About what?” I asked, meeting her gaze as shock coursed through me. She’d aged years in the few months since I’d seen her, and she looked like she’d gone through several plastic surgery, filler, and Botox appointments in that time.
“Your sister is coming to live with you while Reg and I move to Mexico. I can’t stand the little bitch, and Reg reminded me how much he loves me so I’m leaving her with you.”
“The fuck you are,” I said, but the moment I said it, I knew it would happen just like that.
