• Nineteen •

I think you just ruined me.

Rumor

“Maeme sent breakfast,” King said, dropping off the food she had sent with us back to the stables.

Thatcher was the only one in the lounge room. He was sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone, but the mention of Maeme’s food snapped his head up. “Smells like waffles.”

“Because it is,” King replied.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, shooting up from his seat. His eyes swung to me, and he gave me a crooked grin that didn’t fit him at all. “If she’s gonna cook for you like this while you’re staying there, then you just got a breakfast buddy.”

King was tense as he turned, putting his body between the two of us, as if Thatcher was going to come close to me.

“Relax,” Thatcher drawled. “I’m not the one with a hard-on for her. Sebastian’s the one you have to watch, and he won’t be here.”

I slipped my hand into King’s, trying to ease the tension rolling off him in waves. His much larger hand engulfed mine as he clenched mine tightly, and then he turned toward the door, taking me with him. His pace was fast and purposeful. As if he had to get me to safety and quickly.

The jealous, possessive way he reacted to others was the reassurance that I needed. I didn’t complain. Knowing he wanted to keep me as his was exactly the thing my current emotional state clung to.

Shoving his bedroom door open, he nudged me inside, then slammed the door behind him. “Strip,” he demanded.

I spun around, looking at him as he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it away to land somewhere on the floor. The feral gleam in his eye was like a jolt of electricity between my legs. Reaching for the hem of my own top, I found myself mesmerized by his hands at the zipper on his jeans.

“Now, sweets. I’ll rip that pretty little top right down the middle if I touch you.”

My eyes widened as the image of his words played out in my head. A part of me wanted him to do just that. If I didn’t like this shirt so much, I would let him. Reluctantly, I slipped it off. His eyes were on my bra with a hunger glowing in his gaze.

He made quick work of his jeans and boxer briefs, getting them off at the same time. My mouth watered at the sight of him, and I was so caught up in taking him all in that I forgot that I was supposed to be doing the same.

King stalked toward me then. “Not fast enough,” he growled as he took the front of my bra, ignoring the clasp and jerking it open with one hard pull.

I heard the rip and gasped as his hands went to my shorts. My hands covered his before he could ruin them too.

“I got it,” I said, quickly unbuttoning them, then shoving them down, shaking my hips slightly to get them to shimmy down my legs. When I stepped out of my bottoms, I used my toes to nudge them away.

King’s hands clenched my hips tightly before he got my panties off by ripping them at the seams. Staring at the shredded satin fabric as it fell to the floor, I shivered. My feet left the floor as King picked me up and deposited me on the dresser.

“Open,” he ordered, taking my ankles and putting my feet up on the smooth wood, leaving me exposed to him completely. “Fuck,” he groaned before his head was there.

The first flick of his tongue sent a pulse of pleasure through me so hard that I cried out, burying my fingers into his hair, wanting to hold him there. It was more intense. Something was different. This had been incredible when he’d done it before, but it was better. My body. I was more sensitive.

“Goddamn, sweets, you taste fucking delicious,” he swore as he began to go at me as if I were his favorite candy.

I was lost in the little jolts of nirvanic bursts. Letting go of his head, I had to lean back on my hands to keep from falling against the wall. This was more … almost too much.

It came on so fast and powerful that the world seemed to explode without warning. Screaming out his name, I lifted my hips to meet his mouth, trying to keep his mouth there as the crashing waves of sheer bliss shook me. While my body reeled from the power of my orgasm, I could hear King, but he felt far away.

“FUCK!” The roar that tore from his chest was matched with the hard thrust as he shoved inside of me. The sharp bite of his fingers dug into my flesh as he held on to my hips while he began to pump into me.

As I gasped for breath, my eyes flew open and locked with his. There was a primitive flare in his blue eyes. His jaw was clenched tight as he began to pound into me. The dresser thumped loudly as it hit the wall.

“Mine,” he said through clenched teeth. “Mine,” he repeated.

I lifted my legs, then pressed my knees against his ribs as the building promise of my climax drew closer. I was going to have another one. Watching his beautiful body flexed, damp with sweat, his veins standing out, as those eyes I loved looked at me like I was all he would ever need or want sent me breaking into another shattering orgasm.

“FU-UCK!” he shouted as he slammed into me one more time, then stilled. His body shuddering as his release began to fill me.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest as he continued to pulse inside my walls, causing them to contract and squeeze. I shivered against him.

This was different. Sex with King had always been fantastic, but everything had felt elevated. There wasn’t anywhere on my body not humming with pure pleasure. I clung to him as tremors still ran through me.

He ran a hand over my head, then wrapped my hair around his hand and held it tightly. “Jesus, sweets. That was … incredible,” he breathed. He moved to press his lips to my temple. “I think you just ruined me.”

Unable to keep from smiling, I turned my face to press against him as I listened to his heart beating rapidly inside his chest. It wasn’t just me then; he’d felt it too.

What had that been? Why had it been so … so mind-blowing? I had no words to describe it.

We stayed like that, with him still inside of me, for several more moments while we waited for our breathing to level out. When he finally moved back enough to slide out of me, I wanted to sink my nails into him and hold him there. Keep him with me. This brought me a peace unlike anything else.

“Wait,” I begged, not ready for this to end.

“You know I want to see it,” he replied in a husky voice.

Shivering with pleasure, I watched him stand back, taking my legs and holding them open as his complete focus was there, where he had been. The dark, pleased look that came over his face made my heart clench tightly. It was kinky and possibly very twisted, but I liked it as much as he did.

He slid his finger over the tender entrance, and I sucked in air. His eyes moved to meet mine, and a devilish smile played over his face. “Nothing prettier than this pussy leaking my cum.”

I sucked in a breath as my skin heated. He lifted the finger he had just slid inside of me. It glistened as he studied it. As if on impulse, my lips opened, and the animalistic expression that came over his face as he took his finger to slip it into my mouth made me feel as crazed as he was.

Closing my lips around his finger, I sucked hard.

“Jesus,” he muttered in awe.

I used my tongue to lavish him with it as if it were his shaft inside my mouth.

He hissed as he slowly pulled it away. “All right, sweets, if you’re gonna get naughty, then you’re gonna get fucked again.”

Licking my lips, I smiled sweetly up at him. “Promise?” I asked.

A deep chuckle came from his chest before he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist just as his mouth covered mine.