31. Alex
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.
With his shorts gaping open, King reaches for Katherine again.
There’s an ease between them that makes the calloused parts of my soul soften just a bit.
It’s hard not to think in absolutes like favorites.
Most. Best. But it’d be impossible to say who was happiest or most grateful that we got her back in one piece.
Once he’s stripped her bare, he nods at me. “Someone’s overdressed.”
She turns my way, a sultry smile playing over her lips. “Can’t have that.”
Her hands slide beneath my t-shirt, skimming my abs.
My muscles clench beneath her fingertips as she pushes the hem north.
My eyes close as I drink in her touch, memorizing the temperature of her skin, the teasing flick of her thumbnail over my left nipple.
I lift my arms over my head, and when she reaches the end of her ability to complete the task, I help her out, then whip the fabric around her waist to pull her closer.
Drawing her to me, I bow my head. With her hands pressed against my chest, she stretches up onto her tiptoes. Tangling my hands in the soft fabric, I keep her right against me, bending my knees just enough to close the gap. Her lips part, and I can feel the breathless anticipation pouring from her.
I’m not ready to give her what she wants just yet. Slowly, I shower kisses across her forehead, down one cheek, up to the tip of her nose, then the other cheek. Only when she whimpers do I give in and claim her lips.
Somehow, she finds another inch of height, kissing me back like it’s our last.
No fucking way that’s happening. I plan on making out with this woman until we’re old and gray and our grandkids are hiding their eyes as they screech about how embarrassing we are.
Katherine shoves her hands down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass. “You are so… edible.”
Gently, she bites my chest. My breath hisses between my teeth, and when I reach for her hips, she suddenly sinks to the floor, taking my pants with her. She gives a lusty little moan when my dick springs free.
Fuck, I’m so hard for her.
King’s right there with me, dick in hand, giving it slow strokes as he watches Katherine strip me. Once she’s done, she sits back on her heels, raking me with a needy glance.
It might be a submissive pose, but she looks like a fresh-faced goddess and definitely has us wrapped around her little finger. She spreads her thighs just enough to give me a peek at heaven.
Reaching out, I graze a finger along her jaw. She leans into my touch, snags my thumb between her teeth, and sucks.
Kingston and I groan in unison.
She releases me with a smile and then turns. “Now you’re the one who’s overdressed.”
I fully expect him to trip over himself and fling his shorts across the room with typical Kingston Saint gusto. So I’m surprised when he quirks a brow at her.
“What are you going to do about it?” he asks, all traces of playfulness gone.
If I weren’t so tuned in to Katie Bird, I would miss the shiver that races through her. I don’t have to see her face to know she’s positively giddy.
Surprise of all surprises: the happy-go-lucky sunshine personality just went behind the clouds.
I instantly recognize the dominance bleeding out of the man in front of me. What I want to know is, where did he keep that part of him hidden? And how?
Raising up on her knees, she takes him in hand and latches on to the end of his cock. Hands on his hips, his head drops back as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Take my shorts off,” he says as she takes him deep.
Her hands slide to his hips and tugs his shorts and briefs off. He steps out of them and kicks them away, dislodging her. She immediately turns, reaching for me. A few strokes, a couple of licks, and then she’s back on Kingston.
Back and forth, she gives us both attention, completely in the moment and devoted to the task at hand.
There’s something about watching her pleasure another man, even when she keeps one hand on me.
It’s almost like I can feel everything she’s doing to him.
The way she teases the sensitive underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue, then gives a firm, downward stroke of her hand, using their combined moisture to ease the way.
Fuck me. I’m losing it… one blissed-out moan at a time.
“That’s enough,” he says, still sounding in control. “You were trying to suck my soul out, weren’t you?”
Katie Bird gives a little hum of agreement, followed by an unrepentant smile. He scoops her up beneath the arms and puts her on her feet. A quick tongue tangle later, and he swats her ass.
“On the bed, Wildfire. All fours.” Without waiting for her to comply, he crawls across the mattress and flips onto his back, dick pointing to the sky.
My gut tightens, and I fist my cock, fighting back my orgasm. He’s so damned comfortable in his skin. Every move oozes confidence.
Katherine follows his order, positioning herself between his spread thighs, giving me an epic view of her ass.
I stare up at the ceiling. He’s trying to kill me.
There’s no way he doesn’t know just how enticing this view is.
Those curvy hips. That heart-shaped ass.
Fuck. All the treasure, just waiting for me.
It’s my turn to drop to my knees and worship her. Cozying up to the bed, I curl my hands around her thighs and rock her backward. Her pussy is pink and glossy with arousal, and I dive in like I haven’t eaten in days. Truth is, I haven’t. And I love every chance to get my mouth on her.
“Oh, god,” she cries at the first swipe of my tongue.
Spreading her with my thumbs, I lavish her clit with attention. Long, thorough strokes. Short, teasing flicks, then tiny circles that make her squirm. She’s a never-ending soundtrack of pleasure. Hot, wet, so damned responsive.
As soon as I slide a finger home, reaching deep to the sensitive spot that will have her seeing stars, she comes. That’s it, Beauty. Give it to me.
And because once isn’t enough, I let her catch her breath before diving in again.
“Stop,” she whines. “My legs are jelly.”
“You can give me one more.”
“N—”
I curl my finger, and her muscles quiver.
“Alex!”
She shatters, and I lick up every drop.
She’s not the only one with gelatin legs. But I’m not going to let it stop me. With one hand around her hip and the other around my cock, I lean forward, nudging at heaven.
“What do you think, Wildfire? Up for a fuck and suck?”
The crude words send a flush of heat over me. How has he not come yet? That has to be some next-level Jedi mind control stuff.
Katherine, who’d melted into the mattress, presses up on her hands with a nod.
King crawls to his knees, curling forward so he’s level with her mouth. He’s all sculpted muscle and golden skin from his time in the Mediterranean. “Fuck, that feels too good.”
She shimmies her hips, taking the tip of my dick. That’s not nearly enough for either of us.
“Okay, big guy. Let us have it,” King says, fisting a hand in her hair.
I stare at his fingers twisting through the dark gold strands and thrust home. We all groan together, and I’m pretty sure my soul leaves my body.
What the hell?
“Mmm,” he moans. “Every thrust of your hips drives her down my cock. I can feel her throat.”
Geez… if her pussy doesn’t kill me, his play-by-play will. Doesn’t stop me from driving into her tight heat over and over. Mostly because if I’m gonna go, he’s gonna go with me. It doesn’t take long to find a nice, smooth rhythm, bouncing her gently between our dicks.
Katherine squeezes his thigh, and he immediately backs off, the hand in her hair softening to caress her face.
“Too much, Wildfire?”
I pause as well, giving her a break, even though stopping is the last thing my caveman brain wants in this moment. Fuck. Breed. Conquer. In that order.
She nods.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Getting my cock all nice and wet. I dreamed about this, you know.”
“Sharing me?” she quips, her voice low and sultry.
My balls draw tight, and I stare up at the ceiling again, as if the answer to my current predicament is written there.
“Were you always such a smart ass?” King slaps her bottom, and her pussy clenches around my cock.
“I think you and Gabe bring it out in me,” she purrs.
“How come he gets a pass?” His chin jerks my way.
“Are we going to talk about it or get back to it?” she asks.
With a smirk, he gathers her hair again, smoothing his other hand along her spine.
She circles her hips, letting me know she’s ready for more. And I’m ready to give it to her. Sliding my hands to her waist, I get a good grip and pull my hips back.
There’s a garbled protest around King’s dick.
“I don’t think she likes that, man.”
“No, but she’ll love this.”
I slam my cock home, rocking her forward on her knees. The move unbalances King. I grab his right shoulder to steady him just as his hand closes around my other wrist.
Between us, Katherine breathes deep, then gives a little hum of delight. King’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Do that again,” he pleads, voice hoarse and needy.
She makes the same sound, engulfing his dick in vibration. I swear he almost swallows his tongue.
His grip tightens on my wrist. “That feels so fucking good, Wildfire.”
“Do it one more time and he’ll come,” I say.
“Al—”
Too late. Her next throaty purr sends him.
“Dammit, man. Fuck.”
His nails bite into my skin as he curls over her, alternately trying to get away and fuck her throat at the same time.
The unexpected bite of pain in my wrist sends me a rung higher, and then she moans.
But it’s not just a moan. The sound is full-bodied and accompanied by a tight ripple around my cock. Her ultimate pleasure.
It’s too much.
Too many sensations are licking at my senses.
So much trust and a bond I didn’t see coming.
The room smells of sex, our sounds echoing with depravity.
I shove deep one last time as my muscles draw tight.
She melts around my dick as I unleash inside her.
Spurt after spurt, the orgasm is never-ending.
It’s an out of body experience, where I watch myself collapse over her back.
King flails against the linens, arm thrown over his eyes as he huffs in oxygen.
I roll to my side, arm around Katherine’s waist, tucking her against me.
My chest heaves against her back, and my heart thunders like a bass drum in my ears.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to let them fly halfway across the world after that.