Chapter 13
Chapter 13
KINGSTON
R esting my head back in the lounger, I watch the waves push and pull, fighting each other for dominance. It’s been too long since I sat on a beach and did absolutely nothing. I spent the morning ordering a new laptop and the latest phone to be delivered with Instashop. I’m waiting on the shopper now to drop it off within my two hour window so I can log on to my email and the campus website. I need to see my final scores. I know it’s one of the last things I should be concerning myself with, but my father will cut off every fucking penny I have access to if I don’t keep up on everything. My mother’s spent most my life telling him he’s too strict on me, but it never made a difference.
At least if shit goes south with my family, I have Beau and Iris. Lord knows we’ll be in heaps of shit over getting into it with the society. I can hear my father’s lecturing and bellowing in anger already and I haven’t even spoken to him yet. Not that I can’t handle him, I can, I’m a grown ass man…but in the end, I don’t want to let my family down. The family business hasn’t been my dream growing up, but it’s still ours, if we don’t fuck up too badly. I may not make it in the society, but I still need the sense of power and money associated with Banks and Beaumont Oil and Gas.
I rub my hand over my face, sighing, as I try to clear my head of the stress. I’ve been through enough ever since this fucking year started; I need to give myself a break. The fucking has definitely helped. There’s no tension between us like there was a few weeks ago and it’s one hell of a relief. A kerplunk in the water off to the side draws my attention and I find Iris walking along, tossing rocks into the water as she goes. She’s lost in her head without a care to give for her surroundings, and it makes me want to spank her perky little ass.
I thought she was in the house with Beau. I bet he thinks she’s with me and we both had no idea she’s off doing her own thing. “You have any fucking idea how dumb it is to be out here by yourself?” I ask as soon as she’s close enough to hear me. If I lose her again, I will probably go batshit crazy and burn the fucking town down. She doesn’t seem to get the fact I’m a possessive motherfucker when it comes to her.
She shrugs and when she finally meets my gaze, I notice her tear-stained cheeks. “I didn’t stop long enough to think about it,” she admits.
“So help me, I want to spank your ass for being reckless,” I mutter, then pat my leg, wanting her to sit in my lap so I can feel her near me. “Sweetheart, come talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She plops down with a sniffle and I can’t help but chastise as I wrap my arms around her. “It’s too dangerous for you out here without us.”
“I know… I had too much on my mind to think about it, though.”
“You’ve seemed off since we got out of the shower,” I point out. Me and Beau gave her some space at first, thinking she was just hungry or something. We’ve eaten since then, a delicious heaping stack of pancakes, so it’s obviously not that. I’ve never known her to want something badly enough to cry over it… unless it was me or Beau, and we’re both here with her.
“I spoke to my grandfather. He was on the phone when I ran out of the bathroom.”
“Shit, I remember. We were washing off, giving you a minute to yourself so it didn’t click then. I was going to ask you who called, but then we got distracted making food.”
She exhales, laying her head on my shoulder. She tucks her nose against my neck and whispers, “He thinks the stuff I found out about my father is all true.”
“Thinks or knows? Big difference, babe.”
“He’s already found the men from the images the society sent me and they’re still on my father’s payroll. He’s digging for more information. The dates of certain things seem to add up though, which is creepy and heartbreaking at the same time.”
“Fuck. Definitely not what you wanted to here.”
“Nope.” She sniffles and I squeeze her, wanting to offer as much comfort as possible.
“This the infamous key the society left behind?” I finger the key she has looped with an elastic hairband around her wrist. “This elastic is too tight,” I point out, feeling her slight shrug.
“I can’t lose it, I don’t know what it’s for.”
“Knowing them, it’s important and we’ll be finding out soon enough. They’ve proven everything they say and do is strategic, even if it isn’t immediately clear what their motive is. Don’t doubt the society wants us all alive… if we were meant to die, we would’ve.” I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting over everything this morning while sitting out here and the realization hit me right away this is part of their bigger plan.
“I want to know, but I’m also scared.”
“I bet you are, my love. No worries this time, me and Beau will be by your side through whatever they have in store.”
Her jaw trembles as more tears fall, landing on my shoulder. “I’m so sick of this. Why can’t they leave us alone already? You two have done more than enough, I’m sure. I don’t have a clue what either of you went through alone before Beau took me to the cabin, but I’d bet it’s been a lot.”
“Can’t talk about it. We weren’t able to discuss it between the two of us either; that’s how the society fucked me and Beau up so badly, by keeping us a part.”
“No more,” she breathes.
“Exactly, and I’m certain they’ve gotten the message loud and clear after I set their fucking torture house on fire.”
“The old university.”
“Yep, I bet they caught some heavy shit for the damage to a historical building, but I don’t give a fuck. There are no limits when it comes to you, Iris. I needed them to know I’m angry and won’t go down without a vicious fight.”
“I don’t understand how anyone would want to be a part of their screwed-up brotherhood after the insanity I’ve experienced, let alone you guys.”
I shrug, running my fingertips over her bare legs. Goosebumps feather across her smooth skin, making me smirk, a glorious reminder of her bent over teasing us while she shaved earlier. “In the end, it’s about power. The only other thing I want aside from you and Beau in my life is the power they can give me.”
“What about the torture you’ve endured? Your eye is still purple! Not to mention the bruises and marks over the rest of your beautiful body. I hate seeing you like this.” She cuddles closer, her soft palm gliding over my chest while she struggles with what she’s imagining we’ve endured.
“Shirtless?” I tease, attempting to lighten the conversation. “You think I’m beautiful?”
She snorts. “I love you shirtless and you know you’re gorgeous. You’re way too conceited to pretend otherwise.”
Grinning, I turn and press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s confidence. I take care of myself to look this way.”
“Right, I have a feeling on your worst days you’re still a ten. Case in point: you right now, beaten to a pulp, still dropping my panties.”
“We haven’t allowed you to wear panties, so it doesn’t count.”
She shoves against my chest at my teasing. But it’s working; I have her distracted, which is exactly what I was trying to do. I only want her happy, always. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. I’m lucky these princely good looks got your attention.”
“Princely? Oh brother, now your ego is getting even bigger.”
My hand trails up her leg, over her knee, to pause on her thigh. Never in a million fucking years did I think a woman’s knee could be cute, but on Iris, it is. Fuck me sideways, I’m so far gone for her, it’s ridiculous. She quietly hums at my leisurely pace, so I continue. My fingers shift up and down, lightly caressing a tender path towards her delicious cunt. “You know what I think?”
“No, what?”
With a quickness that sends shocks of pain through my sore muscles, I shift us on the chair. I don’t give her the chance to process the change of position before I’m sinking to my knees between her legs. Shoving the sundress up to her waist, I take in the glistening wetness between her thighs begging for my touch.
“Kingston!” she gasps as I dive forward, needing a taste.
“Such a pretty pussy. Now be a good girl and hold your dress up for me. I want to see the underside of those heavy tits every time I glance up while eating your pussy.” She does as instructed and I eagerly slide my tongue against her clit. Pointing it, I rub swift, strong circles then alternate shifting it up and down. Her hips jostle as she squirms, but my grip on her is tight enough to hold her in place. She has nowhere to escape, as she needs this orgasm to let go. My baby has too much eating her up inside and as her man, it’s my job to ease the burden any way I can.
“Oh my God, Kingston,” she moans, eyes glazed with lust as she watches me taste her. My fingers play in her juices, coating the tips as I run them through her folds while my tongue writes I love you and mine in cursive against her sensitive clit. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, making my cock grow impossibly harder, but I ignore it. This is all about her, not me.
My mouth widens as I take more of her between my lips and suck. My fingers circle her pussy hole, teasingly a few times, before thrusting inside to the hilt. She cries out, pulsing around my fingers. She’s so close to her orgasm, pussy soaked and needy, drawing on my fingers while at the same time challenging me to do more.
Pulling free, I move lower, tonguing her entrance as my fingers push into her ass. She tastes so fucking good; it has my head spinning. Not to mention, every time I glance up, her gaze is pinned on me and it’s so goddamn hungry for me to pleasure her.
The thumb of my free hand enters her at the same time my tongue and fingers slip inside her ass. Her body straight up vibrates. “Oh!” she shrieks and then it hits her full force. She gushes like a waterfall against my mouth and fingers as I lick and suck every last drop of her excitement and cum.
“Fuck,” I growl against her sensitive lips, still randomly teasing her cunt to drive her crazy with aftershocks. “You taste so damn good, sweetheart.” I lean up, my hand wrapping around her throat as I press a kiss to her panting mouth. “Tell me you’re mine?” I’ve demanded it from her in the past, but this time I ask, quietly, my timbre full of awe and pure love for the woman before me.
“I’m yours, Kingston. Always and undeniably, yours. I love you.”
“Love you too, babe.” I pop another kiss to her lips, then lift her once again, settling her right back on my lap. This time when she leans against me, her limbs like Jell-O, she sighs with contentment. Sure she still has serious shit to handle, but right now, we’re enjoying the moment. The waves crash against each other while the seagulls call out and the breeze carries the salty ocean scent our way and somehow, I know everything is going to be okay.