I lean against the opposite wall and cross my arms. “I’ll be waiting right here.”
Peyton slips inside her room, and within seconds, I hear a deep voice shouting. Not too long after, a seriously pissed off Lucas Gale steps into the hall, flashing a venomous glare in my direction.
“Fuck you, dude. Not cool at all.”
When the door opens again, imagine my surprise when the piece of shit I beat up at that Malibu party comes out. I laugh when Barclay Baker scurries by without a word. After about a minute, a third and fourth guy—this time Christian Taylor and David Wright—come out. They, too, can’t get away from me fast enough.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter to myself. “Peyton’s pussy is like a goddamn clown car.”
Peyton finally returns after another minute, looking a bit more put together, with a giant smile on her face. “So... uh, maybe I should shower first or something. Do you want to join me?”
I shake my head. “Peyton, you really are dumber than you look. I had zero intention of touching you beforehand, but I definitely wouldn’t be interested now even if I had. Maybe if you get on your knees and grovel, it’s not too late to call your harem back.”
Her entire face reddens so much, it’s nearly purple. “You’re an asshole!”
I give her a wry look. “So everyone likes to tell me. If you’re going to insult me, at least put some effort into it.”
“Why are you here, Kingston? Did you just come here to cockblock me?”
I smirk. “Nah. That was just a bonus. Although, while I have your attention, I’m going to do you a solid and give you some advice.”
She parks both hands on her hips. “What? ”
“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into with these... alliances you’ve formed. You may think you have it made because you have some powerful people behind you, but let me assure you, Peyton, you’re just a measly puppet on a much grander stage.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She averts her eyes like she always does when she’s lying.
“Sure, you don’t. But while you’re in denial, think about this: If you—or anyone on the wrong side of this war you’re waging, for that matter—fucks with what’s mine, the meanest, most dangerous motherfuckers you’ve encountered thus far will be like kittens compared to what I’ll do to you. If you’re smart, you’ll tuck tail now and move on with your life. Because if you don’t... you might not live to see another birthday.”
Peyton makes another loud screeching sound as her eyes fill with tears, but I’m not sure she’s actually forming words.
Jazz’s head peeks out of her bedroom. “Kingston?” Her eyes bounce between Peyton and me. “What’s going on?”
I incline my head in Jazz’s direction, but I’m still looking at my pathetic ex. “Now, for the real reason I came here. If you’ll excuse me.”
“I hate you!” Peyton screams, before slamming her door shut.
Jazz steps aside when I approach, to let me into her bedroom. “What the hell was that about?”
I shrug, shutting the door behind me, making sure I turn the lock. “That was me being unable to resist fucking with her.”
She shakes her head. “As amusing as that is, why are you still here, Kingston? I was just about to take a shower before heading to bed.”
“Perfect.” I back her into the bathroom, shucking my shirt along the way.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I don’t miss the way Jazz’s eyes darken as she looks over my naked torso.
“I’m solving our problem.”
Jazz rolls her pretty brown eyes. “Not everything can be magically solved with sex.”
“Maybe not,” I agree, raising her arms so I can remove her shirt. “But with us... it seems like the most effective way to cut through the bullshit and communicate.”
I step out of my shoes and pants next, while Jazz does the same, clearly agreeing with my statement. I reach behind her and turn on the water, right before I lose my boxer briefs. Jazz licks her lips, eyeing my erection as it springs free. I shove her panties over her hips while she unclasps her bra and tosses it to the ground. I back her into the shower, directly under the spray, until she’s pressed against the tile.
Water drips off her inky lashes as I crowd her against the wall. “You don’t get to run from this, Jazz.” She gasps when I cup her pussy. “You don’t get to run from us .”
I watch her face as my fingers slip inside, while my thumb works her clit. There’s so much honesty in her expression—pure need —and I’m sure she can see the same reflected in mine.
“I wasn’t running,” she argues. “I just needed time to think.”
“What’s there to think about?” I pull her bottom lip with my teeth. “I. Fucking. Love. You.” I punctuate each word, thrusting my fingers in and out. “What’s so complicated about that?”
“It’s not.” Jazz gasps as I drop to my knees and start tonguing her pussy. “I...just...”
“You...” Lick. “Just...” Lick. “What? ”
“I... just...” Her hands slam against the wall. “Fuck! Right there!”
I smile against her heated flesh, licking and sucking her into a frenzy. “You like that, baby?”
“God, yes,” Jazz groans.
I get her to the brink right before I stand. Without any prompting, Jazz jumps up and wraps her legs around my hips. At the same time, I thrust into her in one smooth motion. I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she’s instantly spasming all around me. Jazz digs her nails into my shoulders, chanting my name over and over. When she relaxes, I pick up the pace and continue toying with that bundle of nerves until she’s once again choking my dick with her tight cunt.
“Fuck.” I rest my forehead on Jazz’s shoulder, watching the spot where our bodies are joined.
“Kingston.” Jazz cups her hands over my jaw, lifting my gaze to hers.
I slowly work my cock inside of her, in no hurry to get to the finish line. “Yeah?”
She traces a finger over my eyebrow. Fuck, I don’t know why, but I love it when she does that. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it back.”
My lips curl upward. “Say what back?”
Her eyes lift to the ceiling. “Oh, God, you’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”
I thrust harder. “It seems like I’m the one doing all the work right now.”
I can’t help myself when Jazz’s chest juts forward, putting her pretty brown nipples on display. I seal my lips around one, sucking hard enough that I know I’ll leave a mark behind.
She holds me to her chest like she never wants me to stop. “God, that feels good.”
I release her with a pop and lift my head. “Let’s get back on topic. Now, what were you saying?”
Jazz’s chocolate eyes twinkle. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
I slide my hand between Jazz’s round cheeks, dipping lower to gather her arousal before pressing an index finger against her puckered hole. “I’d love to show you what a pain in the ass really feels like. Although, I promise the pain part won’t last long.”
Jazz squirms in my arms as I work the digit in, the water making our bodies extra slippery. “Fuck. If it feels even close to that good, I’ll let you do it in a heartbeat.”
I move the finger I have in her ass in tandem with my dick in her pussy. “Have I ever made anything not feel good when I’m inside of you?”
“Nope,” Jazz pants. “You’re definitely great at the sexing.”
I laugh. “Good to know. Now, you were saying? ” My finger slides out of her ass, my palms cupping the firm globes as I stop moving entirely. “Jazz. Look at me.”
She cups my jaw again, leaning forward to kiss each one of my eyelids, then my cheeks. Our lips touch briefly before she pulls back and meets my gaze. “I love you, too, Kingston.”
I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my face if I tried. “Yeah?”
Jazz nods. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “Because if you didn’t, that would’ve been really fucking awkward.”
She laughs, which makes her pussy vibrate around me.
I groan. “No more talking. Let’s finish up here so we can go back to my place and do it again.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan.” Jazz winks.
Chapter 13
JAZZ
“Hello?”