Chapter 12 #2
“Good girl.” Kingston’s voice rumbled through me, drawing me toward him even as his next command sent me away. “Now, climb on the bed and crawl to him.”
My eyebrows rose, and my pupils had to be blown wide just like his. As much as I wanted to convince him to join us, I wanted to follow his lead. I trusted him to lead us where we needed to go.
But when I got to the edge of the bed, right before I climbed on, I made a move of my own. One he probably hadn’t forgotten but had left out for decency, not wanting to order me to crawl naked while flashing him, or something honorable like that.
Too bad all the things I wanted to do with him— for him —were far from honorable.
With one final glance over my shoulder, I faced Landon.
His hooded gaze drank in the sight before him, me standing at the foot of the bed while his King, and his best friend, sent me to please him.
He appeared controlled, as usual, but the tension radiating up his forearms, the strain of his cock against his black pajama bottoms, gave away how much he wanted this, too.
We were about to cross every line.
So I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and sent us right over them. They hit the floor, and a groan echoed through the room.
My bralette followed, loose curls falling down my back as I whipped the garment over my head and tossed it away.
“Fuck,” they said in unison.
My new bar for all future reactions had officially been set.
Standing between them in all my fucking glory, even my wild, mussed up hair felt sexy as sin. A month away from dancing full time had softened a few of my sharper edges, but with their eyes on me, I owned every bit of goddess energy Gia had been pumping into my soul since we met ten years ago.
I ran my hands over my breasts, down my sides, teasing lightly under the curve of my ass for Kingston.
And then, I followed his command.
Placing one knee on the end of the bed, I took my time. Prowling toward Landon like a lioness ready to take charge of her pride. Wetting my lips as I stared at what waited for me when I reached him. And giving Kingston a front row seat to the show.
“Landon.”
My White Knight’s name on Kingston’s lips zipped down my spine like a bolt of lightning. When I reached him, I paused, even though I wanted to touch him more than anything. Lifting my head, I sat back on my heels and waited.
I really was such a good girl.
Landon’s dark amber gaze tore from mine to meet Kingston’s. “Yes, sir?”
Fuuuck. They were going to kill me.
“Make sure your Lady gets what she needs.”
Landon nodded, his eyes jumping between us, but my clit throbbed when it was Kingston he stared at while he whispered, “As you wish.”
Reaching for his shirt, Landon pulled it off slowly. Teasing me as I watched. Moving as if he knew exactly how wet I was. How much I ached to touch him.
When he tugged his pants down, freeing his cock, there was no doubt. No hesitation even though we weren’t alone.
A quiet inhale of breath from behind me distracted me. If Landon heard it, he didn’t react. But my body thrummed with awareness. Awareness of Landon naked in front of me, and Kingston watching behind me. And also, of them, and the world of questions I’d have to unravel when this was done.
It all made sense, suddenly. If it was true.
Why Kingston wanted the things he wanted for Camelot Court. Why he’d vouched for Landon time and time again, knowing who he was better than anyone. And why he fought to protect him as fiercely as he tried to protect me. Maybe even more so.
For the first time, I understood the look Kingston had given us the day I arrived back at Camelot Court.
No jealousy. No fear.
Just peace.
Emotion swelled in my heart as Landon kissed me. As I thought about what this could truly mean for them.
And Landon might not even know how much his best friend wanted to share with him.
But because Kingston hadn’t chosen to reveal that to me yet, I put my suspicions and my hope for them aside. All I could focus on was the truth I had in front of me. And tonight, Kingston wanted us to know that this— the bond between Landon and me, what we shared—was what he wanted for us, too.
But I needed him to know he was part of it, too. Even as he kept his distance to do the things he had to do. Even as he kept his secrets and waited for when it was safe to let them go.
He was ours.
So, as Kingston commanded each move, Landon’s mouth found my breasts. He explored the slick heat between my legs, working me over until I came apart. I kept my hands and mouth on him, seeking every inch of him I could, and I let them lead how this played out.
For now.
Kingston’s voice was gruff as he brought us there. “Lean back against the headboard.”
Landon paused briefly, glancing at him before he complied. He fished a condom from the unopened box inside Kingston’s bedside table, and Kingston spoke again.
“Put it on.”
Our breathing suspended in the room, all three of us holding an inhale as Landon worked the condom down his length.
We let out shaky breaths once it was done.
“Straddle him, love.” Kingston’s voice was strained, taut with all he held back as he watched. “When you’re ready.”
Kissing Landon once, I obeyed.
But I put my own spin on it. Literally .
Turning to face Kingston, I straddled Landon’s thighs. He grabbed my ass, kneading my flesh and sliding his fingers between my legs to make sure I was ready.
My eyes locked on Kingston.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted my hips and took Landon in my hand. I guided him to my entrance, and then I slowly lowered down.
Kingston broke our stare, his lips parting as he stared where Landon and I aligned. I closed my eyes and let him in. And knowing what I needed, Landon braced one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder to steady me.
He brushed his lips against my skin, creating a path to my neck that his hand followed. Massaging the tension from my body. Resting his hand against the side of my neck.
When my hips met his, my body taking him in completely, he kissed the skin behind my ear.
Shivers raced down my spine. A sheen of sweat built on my skin. I took deep breaths until my body adjusted.
Landon whispered in my ear. “Such a good girl.”
“That’s our fucking girl,” Kingston growled.
My eyes flew open as he claimed me as theirs, and when my pussy clenched around Landon’s cock, he groaned. He bucked his hips up, as if Kingston’s words had been a directive to prove it.
I rolled my hips, pressing down and meeting Landon’s upward thrusts. He gripped my waist tighter. Using his hold on my body to bring me down harder. Driving me onto his cock over and over again. Until my body was shaking, sweat dripping down my face to slide between my breasts.
My tits bounced with each thrust, and Kingston’s gaze jumped between my chest and Landon’s tight hold on my waist. Always coming back to the glide of his cock in and out of my drenched pussy.
I was so wet. So out of control with lust and need. And I wanted more.
I wanted them both.
One day, I wanted to feel them together. Feel my body clenched around them at the same time. And I wanted to be ready for it.
And Landon knew exactly what I needed.
He tilted my hips. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on his knees so he could run his hand along the length of my spine. I arched deeper, still meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Do it.” Kingston’s voice had deepened. He palmed his erection through his gray slacks, eyes rapt on Landon’s hand as it inched closer to my ass. “Get her ready for us, mate.”
I bit back my moan at his words, and the press of Landon’s thumb against my body’s natural resistance.
“Breathe, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
I whimpered, forcing myself to draw in air and meeting Kingston’s feral gaze. His grip on his cock was so tight it had to be painful. And his hand holding the chair clenched so forcefully as if to hold himself back.
“Kingston…”
I cried out when Landon pushed past that tight ring of muscle, eyes widening in surprise at the new stretch even as I leaned back into it.
“That’s it, love,” Kingston coaxed.
Pleasure coiled inside me, curling my toes and arching my back farther. My lips parted with a silent scream as it all washed over me. Everywhere Landon touched me. Every word from Kingston’s lips. Every shallow breath as we all waited for me to come apart.
Landon widened the stretch, easing his thumb out and replacing it with not one but two fingers.
“Oh, god.” I shuddered.
My legs tingled, and my body shook. My vision blackened at the edges before bursting with stars.
I cried out as my climax tore through me, walls spasming around Landon’s steady thrusts.
A choked sound behind me told me he was right there with me. My orgasm spurring his own.
And when Kingston echoed it, coming with us, everything felt right. As right as it could be until I could have them both for real.
But I would.
Because what I’d felt that night on the dance floor had been true.
When Kingston pushed out of the chair and climbed onto the bed beside us, he kissed me like he’d always known it, too. And as I fell back against Landon’s chest, coming down with his lips on my skin and Kingston’s mouth on mine, I knew.
I’d been made to come apart between them.
And nothing— no one —would take them away from me.