The Billionaires’ Prize (The Heiress Merger #2)

10. Kingston

10

KINGSTON

Pleasure hums through me at Katherine’s question, and I reach for her body wash, eager to get my hands on her.

What are we going to do, King?

Not ‘what am I going to do?’ We . She said we.

And she doesn’t mean right this minute. I know what she’s asking. What are we going to do about the complicated situation she’s found herself in?

“May I?” I ask, lathering my hands with the expensive-smelling gel. No florals or fruits here. It’s complex and soft, with lots of notes that tease the senses.

Her right hand closes around my wrist, and her gaze searches mine. “Are you here, King? In this? I?—”

She licks her lips and ducks her chin.

I slip a foamy finger beneath her jaw and tip her face up. The uncertainty in her eyes, in the tiny wrinkles at the outer corners, slays me.

“I don’t think I could take it again,” she whispers. It’s a heartbreakingly honest confession. “You walking away, I mean. . .” She shakes her head, looking toward her bedroom door. The world is out there, waiting for her. And for me. For all four of us. “It could get messy.”

Apparently, I’m a sick bastard because the idea of Katherine Montgomery all messy really flips my switch.

Hello. New kink unlocked.

“I’m not asking for?—”

“Whatever you ask, Kat, the answer is yes.”

A long, silent moment stretches between us and hope flares bright inside her. She relaxes a little.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes flick back and forth between mine, studying, searching. Then she stretches up, pulls me down, and presses her lips to mine.

I moan, hauling her closer. My dreams are finally coming true, and they’re better than I could have imagined. The way she sways against me, so comfortable and trusting, offering me her mouth. Her arms tighten around my neck, promising that this is, in fact, real, not a delicious figment of my tortured imagination.

I tighten my arms around her until she gives a tiny squeak of protest, never wanting to let her go. We live here now. Just the two of us in this amazing shower that’s the size of my sailboat.

Her fingers scratch my nape, sending a shiver down my spine. My cock flexes against her belly, and she smiles, then nips my lower lip.

I tip my forehead against hers, blinking. Gosh, she’s breathtaking, but then, I knew she would be. Beneath that polished exterior, she’s fire.

“You really like them, don’t you?” I watch for any hesitancy, any uncertainty, but there is none. She nods immediately, the corners of her mouth turning up in a shy smile.

“I do, shocking as it is.” She tips her head back into the stream, shivering as the heat chases away the chill. “I’ve always liked Alex. He’s so stoic and solid. Not judgmental. And Gabe. . .” She blows out a long sigh, shaking her head like she doesn’t know where to start. “He challenges me. Makes me want to do better and be better and experience everything life has to offer.”

“Where do I fit in?” Anxiety sizzles over my skin.

She leans in close, hugging me tight. “You’re my joy. My confidant. My friend.”

It’s my turn to sigh. My hands slide down her back, finding a home just above the curve of her ass. “I don’t want to be your friend, Kat.”

She pulls back like I’ve poured ice water over her shoulders.

“Not just your friend,” I amend. “I want to be your lover, Wildfire. Your support system. Your everything.” I tip my head back and stare up at the ceiling. “That’s not even the half of it,” I admit. But I shouldn’t say more. This is so new, and I don’t want to scare her.

“Talk to me,” she says, her thumb drawing circles over my skin. I reach for her hands, stilling her. She can’t keep touching me like that. I’m a man on the edge of a cliff here. And yeah, I’m great with heights and?—

Focus.

“Do you really want three men in your life? Can you handle that?”

Her shrug is sweet, almost innocent.

“You really liked being shared, didn’t you?”

A new glimmer flickers to life in her eyes. She guides my hand down her body, flattening my palm against her mound.

Holy shit.

This is happening. It’s happening!

My brain short circuits as I fight back the cum threatening to erupt from my balls. I’ve only been waiting for her forever.

I press my middle finger lower. It glides between her silky lips with so much ease. “Oh, hell. . .” She’s so slippery. Not just wet from the shower but aroused. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She nods.

“You like sucking one cock while another fucks you from behind,” I murmur, working her clit. The shower gel is long gone, but who needs bubbles when your girl is slick with need?

“Mmhmm.” Her breasts rise and fall as she takes a deep breath.

“I get it,” I whisper, driving my finger south again. “One of the first times I ever had sex, it was with another couple. They rocked my world. Opened my eyes.”

Her eyes are at half-mast as I touch her. Every moment of exploration makes me harder. Missing pieces of the puzzle are clicking into place. She was always meant to be mine.

“I like being touched,” she whispers.

Well, hell. If I didn’t have blue balls before, I surely do now. The idea of touching her, waking her up in the middle of the night, cuddling on the couch, making love whenever and wherever, and walking down the street with her hand in mine. . . I want all of that. And more.

“And I like touching you.” I reach for the body wash again and pour a generous drizzle over my palm. “I know you’re worried about us. About me sticking around.”

She nods.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen. No one does, right?”

She nods again. “Right.”

Rubbing my hands together, I work up a thick lather and then put my hands on her shoulders. She vibrates under my touch.

“But I’ve hated being away from you. I left because I thought it was what we both needed.”

“King—”

I shake my head, cutting off her argument. “I need to get this out.”

She smiles up at me then, so happy and confident that I feel like I could lift a mountain. Her fingertips play across my skin, dipping into the grooves of my abs before tracing the V that angles down to my shorts. “Give me all your heart words.”

I work my hands down her arms, across her belly, up her sides, thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. Her little shiver is adorable. Needy.

She turns, giving me her back and her sexy little ass. Again, I start at her shoulders, working my way down, adding more gel.

“I can’t promise you I won’t be climbing the walls in a few weeks. But I promise to try. To be where you are. To be what you need. We’ll figure it out together.”

“What if—” She turns her head, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

The words dangle in the misty air.

“What if you need them, too?” I fill in the blanks, and she swallows, then gives a shaky nod.

A mental picture of the three of them in Gabe’s kitchen flashes through my mind. They’d been completely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to everything but the passion spiraling between them.

It’s replaced with another image. This time, the four of us are here in her shower. Hands everywhere. Bubbles scenting the air. Kisses and caresses and moans of pleasure. And in the middle of it all, Katherine, bemused, full of our cum. Dripping from every hole and loving it.

My cock strains against the elastic of my exercise shorts, and I thrust against her.

“That doesn’t scare me.”

My fingers tease up her middle, around her belly button, between her breasts. I wrap my hand around her throat and hold it there. She leans against me, a little hum of pleasure vibrating against my hand.

“You sure? You ran off.”

Hell. That does seem to be my MO, doesn’t it?

I tighten my grip ever so slightly, a perverse side of me wondering just how far she’ll let me go. I’ve never felt the need to dominate a partner before, but there’s something in Katherine that makes my inner cave man come out.

A ferociousness builds in my chest. Need and desire push me on.

“I promise it doesn’t bother me. It just took me a minute to get used to the idea of not having you all to myself.” I brush a kiss over her shoulder. “It was a little like trial by fire, but I survived.”

She reaches back and tugs at my shorts, a silent request. I let her go just long enough to shove them down and step out, kicking them away. Pre-cum drips from my tip, and for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this angle. My dick and her ass.

She leans back against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. It’s not exactly a trust fall, but it’s just as momentous to me. After last night, I thought I’d have an uphill battle to get back in her good graces. But I should have given Katherine more credit than that.

From the moment we met, she has always been on my side. When I first spoke of leaving the city, she supported me. My mom was outraged, not believing that any child of hers would want to leave her precious New York, New York, and my father couldn’t come to terms with me not wanting to take over the company.

But Katherine, she saw me. She saw my struggles and my need for adventure and how much I loved to explore. She pushed me to trust my gut and do what made me happy.

“We’ll figure it out,” she echoes, guiding one of my hands to her breast and the other to her pussy.

Fuck. She’s just given me the keys to the kingdom.

“Are you messy with Gabe’s cum, Wildfire?”

She shivers against me, squirming on my fingers as I tease her opening, nodding against my shoulder.

“God, that’s so hot.”

All the times I imagined having her in my arms, standing together in her shower, at the pool, on my sailboat—let’s just say I have a vivid imagination—I never imagined sharing her. I never imagined liking the idea. More kinks unlocked.

“Should I finish cleaning you up?” I murmur into her wet hair. “Or get you dirty again?”

Holy hell. I’m pouring gasoline on a fire here. Uttering words I’ve been whispering in my mind for years and putting a voice to the desires I’ve never admitted out loud before.

And the best part is, she’s here for it. Hot and bothered in my grasp. She shimmies her ass against my cock, and I gasp.

“I knew you were a temptress,” I say, arranging my hand so the water channels toward her greedy cunt. With my other hand, I flick her nipple with the edge of my thumb. Her breast swells in my hand, offering itself to me, begging for more attention.

Reaching overhead, I direct the shower head at the wall, letting the hot water heat the tile. Then I take her by the hips and turn her until she’s leaning back against it.

She gazes at me through her lashes. Her lips part, making a sexy pout, and damn if the need coiled inside me doesn’t ratchet tighter and tighter until it feels like I might shatter.

“Fuck, Wildfire. You’re gorgeous.” I skim her bottom lip with my thumb as I suck in breath after breath.

She hums, and her smile turns saccharine. “You should.”

“What?” I missed something.