The Billionaires’ Prize (The Heiress Merger #2)

11. Katherine

11

KATHERINE

Kingston tilts his head, brows knit as his lips skew in an adorably confused expression. It’s a complete contradiction to the possessive man who stepped into my shower like he owned it. Such confidence, as if he belonged here, and I belonged with him.

To him.

It’s a side I’ve never seen in my best friend, but my body reacted like kerosene to a flame.

“You should fuck Wildfire.” I echo his words with different, delicious, dirty emphasis.

His jaw drops, and his pecs twitch beneath my fingertips. A groan rumbles from his chest as he slides a hand up from my hip, wrapping it around my throat again. My breath shudders, and I relax against the wall beneath his touch, feeling utterly safe and cared for.

There he is. My Kingston. The self-assured, powerful boy I met all those years ago has turned into the sexiest man. And he likes hand necklaces.

Newsflash, so do I.

I love the way the chaos in my mind dulls to a whisper. My muscles relax and desire tightens.

“You want that? I’ve been dreaming of it forever.” His voice is rough, needy.

Do I want him to fuck me? Abso-freaking-lutely. Ever since I was eighteen and sure that he felt the same way, that our friendship was about to explode into a full-blown relationship.

But I can’t think about that with him staring at me like I’m his lunch.

“How long?” I ask because I can’t help myself.

I know he said he left because he wanted me, but there’s a niggle in the back of my mind that doesn’t quite believe it. Trauma’s funny like that.

“Longer than is decent. But that’s in the past.” He cocks his head as he traces my pulse with his thumb. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Wildfire?”

The rightness of that settles into my chest. I am. I always have been. Every other man I’ve dated has been a diversion. Wasting time. Gaining experience. Soothing my ego.

But now. . . we’re finally here together.

“I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” he agrees. “And I’m never letting go.”

I reach into the tile-lined cubby, grab my body wash, and aim it at his chest. A long, pearlescent rope swooshes across his torso.

“It’s my turn to wash you.”

“Only if you promise to get me dirty again,” he teases, caging me in.

My heart trips over itself as he ducks his head beneath the spray. It’s like he stepped out of my fantasies. Glistening. Hard. Ready to claim me.

My pussy clenches, and my clit tingles. I’m pretty sure I’ve won the lottery. Or landed in heaven.

Between Gabe’s creativity earlier and the adoration and heat in Kingston’s eyes, I’m the luckiest girl ever.

I rub my hands over him, luxuriating in the thick lather and all his hard muscles. His skin is a perfect shade of gold from hours in the Mediterranean sun. I trace the faint line across his hips and watch his cock jump.

It’s long and deep red, almost purple, with a pearly bead in the slit. Heat scorches my shoulders as I drop my hands to his member, sliding a thumb across the head. His hips jerk back, and he sucks in a breath.

The air around us shifts as our attention narrows to where he rests in my hands, slowly thrusting, slicked with bubbles.

“Thank goodness for tankless water heaters,” he grinds out, planting his hands on either side of me.

Yep. Heaven.

“I need you so much,” he says, dropping his head as if he’s almost ashamed of his need.

But that same fierce need burns in my chest.

I cup his cheek. “Make love to me, King.”

The sound that comes out of him isn’t even human. A delicious mix of angelic and animalistic, it skates along my nerve endings, teasing me as well as any amount of foreplay could.

I squeal as he scoops me up, dunking us beneath the showerhead as my thighs grip his hips. We’re both breathing hard as the bubbles wash down the drain.

“Gladly,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth. Then he spins and lowers himself to the bench seat.

I brace my knees on either side of his hips. The tiles bite at my knees, but I don’t care. This is exactly what I’ve always imagined in this shower. Air thick with humidity, using this for something other than shaving my legs.

But I never realized how great it’d feel to actually have him beneath me, all his hard muscles holding me tight. And I could have never imagined the hard length of him or how good it’d feel slotted against my clit like it was made to bring me pleasure.

Suddenly, I’m emotional, tears welling in my eyes as I cling to his shoulders.

Trust him to see them. To know me well enough that he can see the instant my mood shifts.

“What’s wrong?”

Knowing how hard it is to admit feelings, I force them out. I’m never going soft on him again.

I shake my head, smiling as I blink back the tears. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Dreamed of you. Of us.”

“Me too.”

“I’m just so. . .” I search for the right word. “Happy. Overwhelmed.”

He leans in, stealing a kiss. “Same.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lift up, and his cock slips between my lips as if it’s got GPS. I suck in a breath and feel him smile.

His hands tighten on my hips, bringing me down onto him just enough to stretch me. I gasp, and he swallows the sound, licking along my bottom lip.

I tease him back with my tongue and will my body to relax. He slides deeper, and I immediately need more. I need everything. My nipples graze his chest, wanting attention. In fact, every inch of skin suddenly feels needy.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I like to be touched.

It’s my love language.

And since I grew up in a decidedly not touchy-feely household, the last few days have been heaven.

“Damn, Kat.” He groans, tugging me down on his cock. A hand slides up to cup my breast, then he squeezes my nipple.

A flood of moisture eases his way into my pussy. I nibble my way down his jaw and then lift up, biting my lower lip because the friction is so, so good.

Making love to him is transcendent. Like he’s taking me apart on a cellular level, only to rearrange me as he puts me back together.

“So wet,” he grinds out as I take him deeper.

Even though I’m super slick, it’s slow going because my earlier orgasm made me tight and sensitive. But Kingston is the ultimate gentleman, letting me drive the pace.

But I can tell it’s costing him.

A tendon stands out between his neck and shoulder. His lashes flutter closed.

Finally, my ass lands in his lap, and we both groan as he stretches me. I’m so full, I feel him all the way up to my belly button.

His head drops back against the tile, and I swoop in, kissing every inch I can. “Yes.”

I hum against his skin. Not enough. Not close enough. Not enough friction. With a whimper, I pull away, rearranging myself on his lap and bracing my hands against his shoulders.

He looks at me through his lashes, lust-drunk. “That’s it, beautiful. Ride my cock. Make me yours.”

I increase my pace, slamming down on him. He fills me so good. So freaking good.

My mouth drops open. I have no words, only sounds. All pleasure.

“You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you, Wildfire?”

I’ve got the same lust-filled haze. My body goes limp and hot and so ready. My muscles tighten, and I welcome the upcoming release.

“Mmhmm.”

“Always knew it’d be like this. Fucking perfect. A tight fit. You feel like a glove. Like you were made for me.”

I smile, hips driving down, raising up, and down again.

King presses his thumbs against my hip bones, changing the angle, and my clit grazes him just right. Once is all it takes before a tornado of pleasure sweeps me away.

“Right there.” Strong hands hold me down as he presses up into me. His body is rigid and gorgeous, straining as he unleashes in me. He throws his head back with a groan as spurt after spurt of hot cum floods my pussy. “So good. Hell. Yes.”

A delicious full-body tingle zings through me, and I come again. Stronger than the first. The top of my head feels ready to crack open. My skin is too tight. Too hot. And I can’t get enough.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

The last forty-eight hours have awakened the monster in me, and she likes to play. To touch and be touched. To kiss and be kissed. She likes to taste and tease and grind. And she really, really likes to come.

I slump against him, delirious. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite like this before. Like every little thing will be all right. Like everything is working in my favor.

It’s addictive.

I want more.

King lifts me like I weigh nothing and am not a limp noodle, turning me so I’m draped across his lap. Then he shoves my right knee away until I’m straddling him again. Backward this time.

I sigh, relaxing in his hold. He wraps an arm around my middle, pulling me close while his other hand explores. I shiver as his fingers tease a line down my belly, slide over my clit, and then push the cum back inside me.

“That was amazing.” He squeezes my right breast, emphasizing his words. “You are amazing.”

I purr low in my throat. “Ditto.”

“Can’t wait to do that again. Just gonna keep you full of my cum.” He whispers the words against my skin.

Holy smokes. And I thought I was hot before. That was before I discovered my bestie had a breeding kink.

Now that he’s given voice to it, I can see it so vividly. Me straddling him, cum painting my skin, strong hands massaging it in. I’ve never wanted that before. Never particularly liked the idea of cum in or on me. But his desire unlocks my own.

I shimmy on his lap, and he clamps his hand over my pussy, holding me down. The firm touch ignites me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispers, and I nod slowly.

I’m not sure I could admit that with anyone else, but Kingston is my safe place. I can tell him anything.

“So. Fucking. Hot.”

I smile, dropping my head back against his shoulder, sated. We should get out. Dry off. But I’ve waited for this for so long, and I just want to lie in his arms and memorize the feel of it all.

“By the way, I brought you a present.”

My heart flutters. “What is it?”