Chapter 10
Ten
Sebastian
I can tell Ella is bummed that Kingston’s been so busy lately.
She loved going shopping with him, and her new panty and bra sets are fucking hot.
But King is almost never around to see her in them.
To his credit, he’s genuinely regretful.
I believe that, in his mind, he fully intends to retire from Tyler Analytics as soon as possible.
But circumstances are shitty right now, and he can’t.
He just better get things turned around soon, before it’s too late.
I try to distract Ella as much as possible, and shower her with the attention King isn’t capable of giving. We record a couple more songs at the university practice room, and I even surprise her by renting use of the stage one afternoon so we can record her in a new setting.
It sounds amazing. She sounds amazing. I wonder if she’ll let me sing with her sometime.
I take her hand in mine as we leave the auditorium.
Students are out on the lawn, relaxing, studying, and tossing frisbees back and forth.
It’s a freaking college utopia. A few people stare at Ella and me as we walk past them.
One small group, sitting on a blanket and munching on snacks, seems especially interested in us.
“Are you Bastian Crown?” one of them shouts, while his friends try to shush him.
“Yep,” I say.
“Cool—I love your work, man.”
“Thanks,” I say.
“Wait a second,” one of his friends says, “is that Cinderella with you?”
Ella smiles and waves. “Yeah.”
“I love your work, too,” the first guy says.
She beams. “Thank you.”
“Are y’all together?” another friend asks.
Ella stiffens, but she doesn’t let go of my hand.
“Okay, we don’t need to talk about personal stuff,” I say.
“They’re holding hands,” someone else points out. “Cinderella, are you and Bastian a couple?”
Ella’s mouth opens and closes—she obviously isn’t sure how to respond to the question or their observations about us. I’m used to this kind of shit and usually have rote responses that I can throw out without thinking about it, and usually without offending anyone. But to Ella, it’s all new.
“Nice talking to you all,” I say, and hurry Ella along. As soon as we’re out of their earshot, I lean toward her and say, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” she says. “I mean, people were already wondering, because of that first video at the karaoke bar. I’m just as aware of their stares as you are.”
I brush a kiss on her cheek. “I didn’t think you’d noticed.”
“I’m getting very good at ignoring them,” she says with a smile.
“You’re not bothered by it, though?” I ask.
“Not if you aren’t. Why—are you suddenly embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“Fuck no,” I say. “I’m happy whenever I’m with you. And when it comes to Kingston being with us, too…how do you feel about that aspect of our relationship being public? Because that’s going to be a whole other minefield.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” she says, her brown eyes earnest. “I don’t care about anyone else’s judgments. Just the people I love.”
I can’t help myself—I stop walking, cradle her face in my hands, and lean down to kiss her mouth. “You’re so fucking wonderful, you know that?”
“Maybe you should tell me again,” she says with a wink.
“I’ll tell you every hour, every minute, if that’s what you want.”
She wraps her arms around me. “I just want you.”
“I’m yours, princess.”
As we start walking again, I notice someone has their phone out, and they look like they might’ve taken a photo or video of Ella and me. Great. It was too much to hope people might not take photos of us like we’re animals in a zoo. Ella sees the woman with the phone out, too, and she frowns.
There’s only so much I can do to protect her. Never go out in public? Not really an option. Although my inner caveman loves the idea of holing up with her somewhere and never letting her out of my sight.
Might make for some fun role-playing later…but it’s not practical nor realistic.
She’s quiet all the way back to my building, and thoughtful in the elevator on the way up to my apartment. Schrodinger greets us at the door, whoring himself for ear scratches before spinning around and walking off with his tail pointed straight up like a middle finger.
I fix us something to eat and we listen to a Rodrigo y Gabriela album while we dine. When we’re done, we put on a movie and Schrodinger makes himself comfortable in Ella’s lap.
Ella appears to only be half-watching the film, so I ask, “Is everything okay? Are you bothered by the amateur paparazzo?”
She looks startled. “No, I wasn’t even thinking about that guy.”
Ah. I know what it is. She’s missing Kingston again. “Should we have gone to Kingston’s penthouse instead of here?”
I want her to be comfortable here, and she’s moved in a few outfits, some extra toiletries, and so on. But usually we hang at Kingston’s on the off-chance he’ll come home in time to spend time with us.
“No, no, I like coming here, too,” she says. “Besides, who’s going to give Schrodinger the love he needs, if we’re always at Kingston’s place?”
“Is something else troubling you?” I want to make it better. I want to fix everything. I want my little princess to be happy and safe.
“Just something weird that Joel said. I ran into him the other day.”
Ran into him . I’m starting to doubt anything is ever a coincidence in that family. Likely, Joel was looking for an opportunity to talk to Ella, the fucking sleazebag.
“Where did you run into him?”
“A coffee shop. I was just sitting there, reading, and suddenly, he was there.”
I guess the coincidence is possible, but seriously, Joel is bad news.
“What did he say to you?” I ask.
She brushes her fingers over my fist. I’ve clenched it without thinking about it, and I make an effort to relax. Joel isn’t here. I don’t need to defend Ella right at this moment.
“He was just a dick, like normal. He figured out I moved in with you guys, and he made a comment about my apartment and it got weird. I shouldn’t have let him get into my head.”
I wrap my arms around her. “I don’t blame you in the slightest. He did a number on you, and if you ever need some love to counteract his hate, you know where to find me, princess.”
She lifts her mouth to mine and kisses me. I drink in her sweetness, her light, her love.
Schrodinger leaves her lap with a grumpy sound and wanders off. Pretty soon, Ella and I are dry humping like teenagers. Impatiently, I yank down her pants and run my fingers over her pussy, checking how wet she is.
Very.
I free my cock and sink into her silky heat. Our moans and gasps and the rhythmic slaps of our bodies joining fill my apartment. Together, we recreate an ancient song of ecstasy.
Kingston
It’s late. The Maids from Heaven worker has come and gone. I’ve been staring at the Ruberetta account report for three hours. Ironwood has sent in updates about the investigation into Kristin’s kidnapping. They haven’t uncovered anything new. How does a woman just disappear?
Ella’s birthday is in a few days. I want Kristin back at her desk, safe and sound. I want to not have to deal with all the bullshit reports and everything else.
To top off an already exhausting, soul-numbing day, my phone rings and my ex’s name flashes on the display. Sighing, I accept the call.
“Oh, Kingston, hello! You picked up.”
“Hi, Rayanne,” I say without enthusiasm.
“You sound tired.”
“I’m fine. What do you want?”
“Now you really sound tired,” she says. “Grouchy. Are you still at the office?”
Sighing, I say, “Yes. Now, will you please tell me what you need? I’m getting ready to leave.”
It wasn’t true a minute ago, but as I survey the darkened office, and the glow of my computer monitor, I’m struck by just how fucking lonely I feel. My heart yearns for Ella. I need to get home to my little girl and feel whole again.
“I was just checking up on you,” Rayanne says.
“Well, here I am. Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.”
“No, wait,” she says. “You really do sound exhausted. You know, you could rehire Joel. He told me he apologized.”
“It was hardly an apology.”
“What kind of apology does he need to give? You fucked his girlfriend, Kingston. He was understandably upset.”
Deciding not to argue the fact that I didn’t have sex with Ella until after she dumped Joel for cheating on her, I say, “He filmed her without her permission and then shared that video, Rayanne. He’s lucky Ella isn’t pressing charges.”
“Ugh. Boys will be boys. He made a mistake and all’s well that ends well.”
“It didn’t end well. He traumatized a young woman.”
“Just because you’re using her to get your dick wet doesn’t mean you need to defend her. For fuck’s sake, Kingston.”
Fuck this. “Goodbye, Rayanne.”
“Wait, Kingston—”
I hang up while she’s still talking. A part of me is tempted to rehire Joel just so I can take a step back from all the bullshit. Because Rayanne was right about one thing—I am exhausted.
But no way am I bringing Joel back into the company after what he did to Ella.
Ella
On my birthday, I get my secret wish—I wake up in Kingston’s penthouse, sandwiched between both men. I’m on my side, with Kingston behind me, his hand possessive on my hip. His cock is hard and pressed against my ass. I can feel the heat of it through my sleep shorts.
Arching my back, I push myself against him. He groans and his hand tightens on my hip, sliding up my waist to cup my breast through my camisole.
The pajamas—shorts and cami—are from our shopping trip to Angeli’s. They’re silky, soft, and oh-so-sexy. I feel amazing in them.
“Happy birthday, princess,” Sebastian says from the other side of me, his hazel eyes darkening as he looks me over.
Kingston kisses the back of my head. “Happy birthday, little girl.”
“Thank you, Daddies.”
Between him and Kingston, I know I’m going to be a very happy birthday girl. Kingston flexes his legs, shoving his cock harder against me, and Sebastian grabs himself through his boxers before circling one of my nipples with his fingertip.
I moan softly, hoping for more. “Fuck me? Please?”
“Up on your hands and knees, birthday girl,” Sebastian says.
I scramble to obey, eager for whatever they’re going to give me.
Sebastian gets in front of me and shoves down his boxers, putting his cock in front of my face, huge and magnificent. Getting behind me, Kingston eases down my sleep shorts.
“These pajamas are from Angeli’s, aren’t they?” Kingston asks, leaning over me, his skin hot against mine, to kiss my shoulder next to my cami strap.
“Yes.” I wiggle my ass, shimmying the shorts down to my knees, where they pool beneath me on the mattress. This was a set I didn’t show off for him at the store. “Do you like them?”
“So very much,” he says, “but only because you’re wearing them.”
I have the feeling I could be wearing a burlap sack and he would like it simply because I was wearing it.
Kingston slides into my pussy easily—I’m already wet from waking up in their arms—and my mouth falls open as I gasp. Sebastian takes advantage of my parted lips and presses his cock against them. I open wider, taking in as much of him as I can. His musky, manly taste overwhelms my senses.
They fuck me slow and easy, promising all sorts of decadent, dirty things for tonight.
“Going to fuck you here tonight,” Kingston says, running his fingers over my crack. “We both are, little girl.”
I imagine how it’ll feel—both dirty and amazing. I imagine being possessed by them in such a way—maybe one in my pussy while the other one takes my ass.
The mental image, along with them both touching me, caressing me, gets me off. I come hard while Kingston gives me a little spank and says, “That’s my girl,” before he empties into me with a groan.
Sebastian’s eyes are intense on mine as he spills into my mouth.
I swallow him down.
This is only a taste of what’s coming later, and I can’t fucking wait.