Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
W aking up in Kingston’s arms, his lips pressing a kiss to my nose, was like a long-awaited fantasy finally coming to life. Sometime while we’d slept, his leg had slipped between mine. He brushed the hair back from my face, his gentle touch stirring me awake.
Refusing to let the moment be broken, I tugged the bedsheet up and covered my mouth.
Morning breath was real, even in a fantasy.
Kingston’s eyes sparkled with mirth as he planted a kiss on my silk-covered lips and rolled me onto my back. “Morning, love.”
“Morning,” I mumbled against the sheet. “Someone woke up in a good mood today.”
“I’ve woken up in bed with you, haven’t I? What could be better?”
My lips twitched, and I squinted in the direction where Landon was still sound asleep. “How about a surprise guest?”
Kingston’s brow creased before he followed my gaze to his left. His eyes widened.
Mine did, too, as his body responded to the sight.
I’d known Kingston was open to sharing me, but…
His cock hardened against my thigh, need building within him as arousal pulsed through me.
And suddenly, the expressions I’d seen on Kingston, the glances in Landon’s direction, they appeared different now. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something there.
More than a King and his most loyal Knight.
More than lifelong friendship.
It was Kingston’s to share if and when he was ready to share it with me, but the longing on his face—a brief glimpse of it before he schooled his features and smiled at me—I hoped I wasn’t imagining it.
And more than that, I hoped Landon felt the same.
I wanted my boyfriends to be boyfriends.
Was that so wrong?
Swallowing past the flare of lust that thought brought with it, I returned Kingston’s smile from beneath the bedsheet and relaxed my legs, widening the cradle of my hips so he could rest there easily.
His now painfully hard erection brushed against me, and then pressed down fully as his weight settled over me.
“You have no idea…the things I want to do to you right now, Lady Everly.”
“Prove it,” I moaned, rocking my hips up and into him. “Show me, please.”
“But Landon?—”
“Big fan of sandwiches, that one. He’ll be fine.”
Kingston chuckled. “Sandwiches?”
“Yeah, you know,” I panted, pulling at his hips. “Two pieces of bread. Me in the middle. You were there for the first one, remember?”
Kingston groaned, giving in to the pull of my body. “I do remember.” He bypassed my cloth barrier to find my jawline, trailing kisses down my neck before nipping at my collarbone. “But Quinn, there are things I need to share with you before?—”
“If we wait until you reveal all your secrets, we’ll graduate before we get anywhere, Kingston.”
“I have no intention of waiting that long, I promise.” He pulled back and sat up, resting on his heels and extending his hand out to me. “Come here.”
I eyed him suspiciously but took his hand. He tugged me up and climbed off the bed, moving carefully so as not to wake our sleeping companion. Dragging the bedsheet with me, since I’d ended up in my sheer bra and panties, I held it to my chest and followed him.
When he led me into the bathroom, I arched a brow.
“I want to kiss you properly, and your bedsheet maneuver implies you have concerns about morning breath.” He gestured toward the second sink where my toiletries waited. “So, let’s get that out of the way, shall we?”
Warmed by his attentiveness, I stepped to the sink and reached for my toothbrush. Kingston took his place at his, and as we brushed our teeth, I couldn’t help but smile at him in the mirror. Loving each time our eyes met. As we shared an oddly domestic but somehow perfect moment together.
Once our breath was minty fresh, he turned me toward him. He brushed a lock of my wild hair behind my ear and fixed his stare on my parted mouth.
“May I…?”
At my nod, he kissed me like we had all the time in the world. Each press of his lips was gentle, unhurried. Like this was a normal morning in our lives together, without fear or threats forcing desperation. And yet, somehow, it brimmed with longing and need.
He caressed my tongue with his, a low moan escaping, and he wove his fingers into my hair. With one hand on the bedsheet wrapped around my body, I gripped his waist with the other. Pulling him toward me with each sweep of his tongue, needing to erase any distance between us.
His kiss awakened the buried part of me that dreamed of a normal life. A life shared with someone—or three someones—whom I loved. His kiss made that future feel within reach.
When he pulled back, he flicked his gaze to the sheet against my breasts. The hand now only a hair’s breadth away from his heart. Pupils dilating, he tucked another strand of hair behind my ear, placing one last chaste kiss on my lips.
I leaned into him, my body tingling everywhere we touched, and I couldn’t help but tease him. “You know…I appreciate how respectful you are, Kingston. But I do hope at some point, sooner rather than later, you’ll do the gentlemanly thing and ravish me.”
He gripped my chin and kissed me again, wasting no time, not even a breath, to take me at my word. His other arm banding around my waist, he pulled me into his body fully. Grabbing onto his sides as he pinned the sheet between us, I pushed up onto my tiptoes.
My heart pounded against his chest. His thundered wildly, his eyes like a storm as he swept his tongue past my lips. When his eyes fell shut, I closed mine, focused on nothing but the need to get closer to him.
He fisted the fabric at my hips, groaning when I pressed them into his.
Before I saw it coming, he spun us around and pinned me against the door. Bending at the knee before surging his body up and into mine.
The way he pressed against me, every single touch, conveyed how much he wanted me. My legs parted for him, needing more so quickly, I whimpered against his lips.
He released my chin to slide his grip to the nape of my neck, and when he tugged my hair and pulled my head back, I opened for him.
Deepening our kiss, he plunged his tongue in my waiting mouth as urgently as he rocked his hips.
The first brush of his erection against my core spurred the need inside me.
But I hadn’t been expecting what he did next.
He took my hand, securing the sheet in my grip before dropping to his knees.
“Other hand on the doorknob, love.”
That was all the warning I got, before he moved the sheet and my leg to the side to part my thighs, and swept his tongue over my clit through my panties.
He groaned deep in the back of his throat, tugging the scrap of fabric aside and burying his face between my legs. Giving me exactly what I’d asked for, he ravished me completely.
My knees buckled. With every swipe and nip at my tender flesh, my grip on the doorknob tightened. I would’ve feared snapping it off, but I couldn’t think past the pulse of his tongue, the soft bite that made me cry out, and the roughness of his stubble along my inner thighs.
I held on for dear life, until even that couldn’t keep me upright.
When he opened my legs wider, he brought my left over his shoulder and my back slid against the wood door. But I held on, crying out when he slid a finger inside me, easing it gently, alternating the pressure before pulling out to replace it with his tongue.
My legs shook, vision blurring at the edges as he restarted and did it again. And again.
By the time he sealed his lips over my clit and sucked, he pushed any hope for coherent thought from my head. I braced my other hand on his shoulder to keep from falling. The bedsheet slipped to the floor, and his eyes flashed to mine.
He held my gaze as he devoured me, eyes charged, desire pulsing between us, as he intensified the force of his tongue.
I threw my head back when it all became too much. Crying out as pleasure radiated through me. My legs gave out, but Kingston pinned me against the door, his hand forcing my thighs farther apart.
He captured every drop of my release and finally pulled back when my body stopped shaking. His heavy-lidded gaze mirrored the satisfaction coursing through me. As he slowly lowered my leg, he kissed my inner thigh, closing his eyes and resting there against me.
“Holy shit.” I ran my fingers through his hair, panting for the breath he’d stolen completely. “That was…”
His sparkling blue-gray eyes lifted to mine, his words like a vow when he finished the thought for me. “Just the beginning for us, love.”