He grinned. “You sure? I wouldn’t give a fuck. You can ride on my dick for any reason you need.”
I chuckled, my head tilting back. “Nate!” I hit his chest just as he came up and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. I felt him harden under me and I moaned, tilting my head back while my hand found his neck again. Slowly I started to rub myself over his length before dropping my mouth back to his, sucking his tongue into my mouth and biting down on the bar of his tongue ring. Reaching to the waistband of his shorts, my fingers slipped under, sweat dripping off my skin from the pleasure the friction was giving me. I saw nothing but Nate’s eyes, rimmed with fire and burning with need. I heard nothing but the deep intakes of our breaths with the occasional moan, and I felt nothing but his hands gripping my ass, hips, and then slowly, he slid beneath my underwear. I went to yank his shorts down as his thumb pressed against my clit, putting everything into first gear and hitting straight into sixth - fuck second, third, fourth and fifth.
Something caught the corner of my eyes. I screamed, grabbing for the blanket to cover my body.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account…” Brantley stepped forward, pushing his hands into his pockets. His head tilted and his eyes turned hungry as they ran down my body, taking in the scene that was playing out in front of him.
“Brantley!” I snapped, clicking my fingers to pull him out of his pervy state. I could feel Nate’s body jiggling underneath me from laughing, his hand covering his mouth.
“Brantley!” I repeated in the same tone.
“Hmm?” He casually brought his eyes to mine, and they darkened even more. His eyebrows pinched together and his mouth kicked up in a grin. It was the kind of dark grin Brantley usually gives me. You know, the one that sets chills off over my spine? Yeah, that one. My focus was still on him when Nate thrust his hips up to mine, his thick cock grinding against my clit. My eyes closed and my lips parted, my cheeks flashing with heat. Another moan slipped from me involuntarily, and I bit down on my bottom lip. Reality hit me and my eyes slammed open, back onto Brantley. Slowly, like a lion would approach its unknowing prey, he strode backward, his eyes staying on mine and then in one click, he pushed the door closed. My eyes dropped down to Nate. I felt safe with these guys—mostly. Okay, not ever with Brantley, but I do with Nate, so when he nodded his head, I tugged my lips in, looked to Brantley, and gave him a slow approving smile. Brantley waltzed toward the bed, his eyes clouding over in lust. He hooked his fingers under his shirt and tossed it across the room to the pile where my shirt was. His chest glistened in a golden glaze, and both his freaking nipples were pierced. His abs and chest were so defined you could probably stencil every single line and vein with a pencil and paper. He had the Elite King tattoo over his chest, with the skull and the crown and his last name “Vitiosis” in cursive writing underneath it. I noticed all of the boys who I’ve seen with no shirt on, all had the same king tattoo, but what I thought were scribbles underneath, I now know was their Latin last names. These boys dripped and oozed sex appeal, way too much for little old me. But…
My eyes closed again as I felt the bed dip beside me.
“C’mere, girl.” Nate’s fingers wrapped around my chin as he pulled my mouth down to his. He slowly ran his warm soft lips over mine and whispered, “You good?” I swallowed past my fleeting nerves, just as Brantley pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, igniting a whole new wave—no—tsunami of waves to come crashing over me. I shuddered, my legs going weak and my sex throbbing.
“Yes,” I moaned out my answer as Brantley came behind me, his chest brushing against my back every so often as his mouth and tongue ran circles over the nape of my neck. His hand massaged my breast, his fingers twisting and twisting my nipples between his fingers. A pool of heat slicked between my legs as my thrusting became more urg—the door swung open.
“Hey, Mads, I wanna tal—” Jase cut out and I, once again, reached for the sheet. I drew the line at blood brothers. “Holy fuck!” Jase’s hands flew up to his eyes, but he didn’t leave.
“Unless you wanna add incest into your river of sins, brother, I suggest you back up and forget what you saw.”
Jase’s jaw clenched. “I ain’t going anywhere. Mads, put some fucking clothes on and meet me downstairs.” Then he turned and left anyway, slamming the door behind himself.
“Fuck! What’s a girl gotta do to get laid around here.” I huffed, pushing off Nate and getting to my feet, making a beeline for my shirt. “Seriously,” I muttered under my breath, talking to myself. “I’m surrounded by ten of the hottest guys known to mankind—well, eight now because two are my brothers—some of them already have a connection with me—”
“—all of them…have a connection with you,” Brantley interrupted, but I cut him with a glare, shoving my top over my head.
“I can’t even get laid. My ex-boyfriend is a lying piece of shit, my family are deranged maniacs, my brother—”
“—step, if you’re about to start on me,” Nate interjected, climbing out of my bed. I sliced him with a glare too and finally walked out of my room, down the long hallway and then double stepped down the swivel stairs, still muttering cuss words under my breath. I hadn’t even decided to tidy myself up before I came down, so I’m wearing a shirt that weirdly falls to just above my knees, and my hair was a freaking bird’s nest all over the place. I needed a trim. And a change of color. I’m sick of being brunette, but I’ll never go blonde, so maybe I could think of something else.
“Morning, Sam!” I chirped, just like old times, bouncing into the kitchen.
“Morning,” she smiled at me, and then went to the fridge. “What do you want for breakfast, Trigger.”
“Hmmm.” I put my index finger to the side of my cheek. “Can you make waffles?”
Her eyebrow quirked in judgment, but before I could say anything else, Jase was blocking my view into the sitting room. I paused and then gestured out toward the backyard patio. “It’s sheltered. We can talk out there.”
He nodded, and then I followed him out the floor to ceiling doors, shutting them behind myself. Pulling out a chair, I pulled my knees to my chest. Shit. I stared down at my chest and realized I was wearing Brantley’s shirt. I discreetly bring my nose to the collar and inhale. Sand, leather, and cigarettes. Interesting combination of smell.
Jase cleared his throat, sitting down on the chair. “That…” he hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “Should not be talked about.”
“I’m single.”
“Hardly…” he began, his eyes slanting.
“Did you come here to scold me like a real big brother?”
He sighed, running his hand over his shaved head. It was actually shaved really short, and it’s the first time that I see his King tattoo is on the side of his scalp. “No. I’m just saying, be careful. Yes, you have an effect on all of the Kings—which is why I’m here—but you need to tread carefully with how you allow it to play out. If you want more than one, talk with Bishop about it first.”
“Want more than one?” I cut him off, slightly shocked by his choice of words.
He shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “It wouldn’t be the first time a girl has had to be shared around.”
“What!” I was truly interested to know who this other girl was, not at all slightly jealous that there was someone before me.
He must see my reaction—it would be hard not to—and corrected himself. “Not their generation. Ours.”
“Like yours and Saint’s?”
He offered a small smile. “Yeah, that’s a whole lot of shit you ain’t ready for, but anyway, all I’m saying is don’t hide things from Bishop. You’re playing with fire and it will start a war.”