Chapter Six
Kingston
"We need to talk."
I turn to see a shorter replica of Evie standing beside a set of speakers with her hands on her hips and a deadly scowl on her face.
"Uh, Everly, right?" I vaguely remember her from the game the other night. She's also in a lot of Evie's photos, alongside the rest of their siblings.
"That's right. I'm Evie's older sister."
"I'm Kingston. It's nice to meet you." I hold out a hand for her, but she just looks at it. Well, damn. I drop it back to my side. "What can I do for you, Everly?"
"My sister likes you, and she doesn't like anyone," she says.
"If this is some game to you or you're using her to boost your own brand, I will end you.
I don't mean your career, I mean you. You'll vanish without a trace, never to be seen again.
We'll hold memorials and weep and wail, and the whole time, I'll be smiling inside, because I know exactly where your stupid body is hidden. "
Well, she's fucking terrifying. She's also worried as hell, I see it written all over her face.
"You know, I've made a few of these speeches, too," I murmur. "Every goddamn time one of my sisters gets with someone, I make one of them. Gotta say…yours is more terrifying than mine ever were."
"Yeah? And why is that?" She cocks her head to the side.
"Because I might break a few jaws and put the fear of God into anyone who crosses my sisters, but I think you might actually follow through and murder me if I hurt yours," I mutter.
"Oh, I will," she says sweetly. "So you need to leave right now if you think you're just going to use her to make a break for yourself or whatever it is you're after."
"Marriage."
She blinks at me.
"I'm not settling for anything less than her heart, Everly," I say, giving it to her straight.
Maybe she'll think I've lost my goddamn mind.
Hell, maybe I have. But there is only one woman on the planet who could get me to do the shit I just did on that stage.
And it's the woman currently still on it, making the whole crowd fall in love with her.
I'm wild about her. Wild enough to slide face-first across the ice.
Wild enough to invade her DMs. Wild enough to make my publicist find me a ticket.
And wild enough to get up there and sing and dance, just to prove to her that there's nothing I won't do for her, up to and including public humiliation.
Everly stares at me for a long moment, and then her face breaks out in a grin. "Well, then," she says, patting me on the chest. "I have something else to say."
I wait, a little fucking leery of what she's going to threaten now.
"Evie doesn't trust easily," she says. "She's spent her whole life being pursued by assholes who wanted to be closer to our dad.
And then she started singing, and assholes who wanted to be tied to a rising star came out of the woodwork.
So it took a lot of courage for her to do what she just did in front of all those people.
" Everly hits me with a hard look. "She's giving you a chance she never gives anyone. Do not fuck it up, Kingston."
"Don't plan on it," I rasp.
"Good. Then you have my blessing." She beams at me. "Good luck."
"Tha—"
I don't even get a chance to finish before she's gone, shouting at a stagehand, who jumps, looking startled. I just chuckle, shaking my head, and turn back to the stage to watch my girl.
My girl. Goddamn, that sounds good.
I can see myself doing this—being the motherfucker standing in the shadows, watching her shine. I could live happily right here, with my world moving in orbit around her. She belongs out there, the same way I've always belonged on the ice.
But my career won't last forever. I've got a few good years left at most before I hang up the skates. Evie has a whole lifetime ahead of her.
I need to be the man at her side, watching her conquer the world. I need it in a way I've never needed anything—not hockey, not a championship, nothing.
"Fuck," I groan, my heart thumping wildly when she peeks over at me.
I'm so fucking gone for her. So gone.
Backstage is a controlled kind of pandemonium when she comes off the stage. Everyone is moving. They all crowd around her, talking a million miles a minute.
She isn't paying attention to any of them. Her eyes are on me, the sweetest little blush on her cheeks, almost like she's nervous now that she's done with the show and back in reality. She looks tired, too.
Hell, she's probably exhausted. At least we get breaks on the ice. She just worked that stage for an hour and a half on her own, only pausing long enough to sip some water and do one quick outfit change.
I step right up to her, wrapping one arm around her waist. Everyone falls silent as I scoop her up, one arm under her legs, tucking her up against my chest.
"W-what are you doing?" she breathes, her wide eyes locked on my face.
"Carrying you to your dressing room," I murmur. "Do you need to do anything before you go?"
She shakes her head, completely silent.
I turn, striding down the wide hallway. No one tries to stop us. No one says a word. They just let her go, everyone staring.
Finding her dressing room isn't hard. Her name is on the door and there's a security guard stationed outside. He arches a brow when he sees us coming, and then quickly opens the door for me.
"I'll, ah, keep everyone out," he mutters.
I jerk my chin in a nod, carrying her through.
The door closes behind us, leaving us alone for the first time…ever. We're finally alone for the first time ever.
Jesus.
I carry her to the sofa in the corner of the dressing room, prepared to sit her down, but her hands fist in my shirt before I can pull back.
"Kiss me," she breathes, her eyes locking with mine. "Just…kiss me again, Kingston."
I groan her name, my lips crashing down on hers.
She pulls me closer with a whimper that goes straight to my cock.
I want to be good. I want to behave. Really, I do.
But her tits are crushed against my chest. She's in the tiniest pair of denim shorts known to man.
And she's whimpering—fucking whimpering—my name.
My hands run down her body, touching her everywhere I've been dreaming about for the last few days. She gasps, arching closer, and I bite her lip. I can't help it. She's so sweet, so close.
I need her wrecked for me, right here and now.
"How wet are you right now, princess?"
"S-see for yourself," she gasps, wrenching her mouth from mine.
My hand dances down her quivering belly. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her right there, just to feel that softness against my lips. I lock eyes with her, loving the way hers turn dark and needy for me.
My fingers dip into the waistband of her shorts.
"You going to come on my fingers for me, baby?" I rasp, yanking her button free to give myself a little room.
"Maybe."
"Yeah, you are," I say, grinning. "Is that what you've been dreaming about?"
She shakes her head.
"Tell me," I order, my hand sliding lower.
"You were fucking me from behind over my piano."
Jesus Christ.
"I won't be doing that yet," I growl, close to losing it when my fingers brush her wet slit. Goddamn. She's drenched for me. And burning hot. "The first time I'm inside you, I want to see those pretty eyes, princess. I want you to know it's me making you feel so full you can't catch your breath."
"Kingston," she moans, her hips arching.
"Eyes on me, princess. Let me watch you fall for me," I rasp, running circles around her swollen clit.
I tip her chin back with my free hand, angling her head so I see everything—every gasp, every tremble, every moan.
Fucking hell. I want to ruin her, just keep her on the edge until she's so desperate, she can't remember anything but how good it feels to be mine.
"That feels so good," she moans.
I twist my hand, circling her greedy little hole. Her hips arch again, her legs spreading wider. There's no room to work with her in those shorts, but I slide one finger inside her, then add another.
"Fucking hell," I pant, my forehead against hers. "You're so tight, Evie. Does that feel good?"
"Yes," she sobs, her hands in my hair. Her eyes roll as she fights to keep them open, her body rocking as she chases the pleasure.
She was beautiful on stage, but she's something else right now—real and raw and slowly unraveling for me. Christ, I can't wait until she's spread across my bed, nothing standing between me and that gorgeous body.
"Kingston, I…I…"
"I know, baby. I feel that greedy little pussy squeezing my fingers. You want to come so bad, don't you?"
"Yes!" she sobs, pulling my hair just enough to make my dick hurt.
"Then do it," I growl, thumbing her clit. "Come all over my hand."
The way she lets go is the kind of perfect I don't deserve. Her head falls back, her lips parting. Her eyes tangle with mine before they fall closed. My name escapes her lips in the sweetest cry—high and sharp, like she's in heaven.
She convulses, bucking against my hand, her body shivering and boneless. Fucking hell. I need to see this again and again and again.
"That's it," I groan, working her through it. "Give it all to me, princess."
"Kingston," she moans.
I swoop, pressing my mouth to hers just to taste her pleasure and the way she says my name. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. Not a single goddamn thing.