The Billionaires’ Prize (The Heiress Merger #2)

14. Gabe

14

GABE

My chin jerks Kingston’s way.

His hands hover at his waistband, and his muscular chest rises and falls with deep, needy breaths. He’s given voice to the question we’re both thinking.

Cocky.

I turn back to the goddess on her knees. Alex tucks away his monster cock and zips his pants. Katherine gazes up at him like he’s a decadent dessert, and she wants a second serving. Of course she does. He’s giant and protective and responsible. Deliciously caring beneath his gruff exterior.

Her fingers flex into his thighs, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Minx.”

I love watching them together. Her so small and seemingly delicate compared to Alex. Him utterly fascinated by her, so watchful, anticipating her needs with an accuracy that blows my mind.

Smirking, she looks up at me and Kingston. “Sure you’re up for it?”

Her cheeks are pink, her lips swollen. She drops back onto her heels, looking a little tired. We should let her rest. It’s been a hell of a weekend.

Kingston doesn’t get that memo, though.

His chest puffs up, and his chin lifts as he grins mischievously, his soft green eyes sparkling.

“I’m up.” He lifts a brow at me. “You up?”

“Always, but—” My cock sends an all capital letters ‘what the hell’ to my brain. Why would I turn this down? I’ve only dreamed about Katherine on her knees for the better part of two years.

But the way Kingston’s jaw drops, he’s been dreaming of it far longer.

Alex hooks his hands beneath her arms and scoops her up. She yelps in surprise and then snuggles close to his chest. “How are your knees?”

Such a caregiver, my best friend.

“I’m okay.”

He holds her around the waist, looking closely, and awareness tingles across my skin. I’ve been on the receiving end of that attention before, but never exactly like this. Never with sexual tension crackling between us.

Jealousy burns through my chest, and I rub the aching muscles over my heart. Oh hell. That’s not good.

I push those feelings to the back burner where they belong. There’s zero point in wanting him. Not to mention, how hollow would the victory be if I twisted someone’s arm just to get what I wanted?

Relationships don’t work that way.

I need to be wanted for me.

Alex doesn’t want me like that, and that’s perfectly okay. One hundred percent okay.

I made my peace with it a decade ago.

Or so I thought.

Katherine backs up a step, a sultry look in her eyes. She turns it our way, and just like that, I envy my best friend being on the receiving end of her fuckable mouth.

The corners of her lips turn up, and my heart stalls. How the hell does she make me want her so badly?

Unaware of the turmoil inside me, she rakes her fingers through her hair, tugging it back into a ponytail, then twisting it up into a messy bun atop her head. Her movements are casual and seductive at the same time. The long, creamy column of her throat is on full display, and I want to kiss every inch of her delicate skin.

It hits me then. Her potency is because she’s guileless. Unaware of her appeal.

She isn’t one of the stampede of gold diggers trying to land a wealthy husband. This woman has money of her own. Connections. A prominent name. She doesn’t need me.

The thought is a kick to my gut.

Kingston reaches for her hand, and she presses the other to his chest before lifting up on her toes to kiss him. He moans and wraps her in his arms. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Thighs, hips, and torso are flush against one another.

My hand skates down my abs, having a mind of its own. I want that, too. The connection. Belonging.

Am I allowed to join them?

It wasn’t a question with Alex.

She breaks the kiss with a pleased hum. I don’t know how she manages it, but whoever she’s looking at. . . it’s like she boosts them up on a pedestal. Showers them with warmth and affection. It’s impossible not to feel lost in the moment with her. Like they’re the king of the world and she’s their adoring queen.

“You are up for it.”

There’s that sultry purr again. It’s pleased and knowing and it unravels all my good intentions.

“Of course,” he murmurs, his tone implying he’s always hard and ready for her.

I slide a hand over her shoulder, sinking my fingers into her hair. She turns lusty eyes my way, and my cock surges to life.

“My knees demand pillows.”

Kingston falls back a step. “Really?” His voice is high like he can’t believe she’s really going to suck his cock.

She laughs and nods.

We all move then in a choreographed dance. Kingston vaults over the back of the couch and grabs a pillow, his face a comical mask of hope.

Still giggling, Katherine tugs me toward the living room, and Alex dims the lights and turns off the TV.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever been excited like this. Tonight feels momentous, like a tipping point. The before and the after. And the after looks so sweet. So full of life and. . . well, I’m not going to go that far.

We collapse onto the couch, a soft cloud high above the city below, a mix of grunts and laughter. Kingston pulls her into his lap. They’re in the middle, next to one corner of the sectional. She stretches her legs toward me, getting comfy.

“We can’t have the knees hurting,” he murmurs, his fingers massaging their way down her legs.

She sags against him, a half-smile gracing her lips. This is her happy place. Her safe space. With him. The ease between them is beautiful. Tangible.

I reach for her foot and rub the arch. Her toes curl and flex as she moans.

“You are a dream,” he murmurs.

She presses a kiss to his lips, and he wraps her in a hug, knees forgotten. They really do make a beautiful couple. But I’m secretly glad they never got together before now.

Slowly, bemused, she pulls back. A soft, growly groan rumbles from him, and she presses a finger against his lips. “You’ve gotta learn to share,” she teases.

Then she scoots off his lap, crawling around the corner to me. I open my arms for her, heart bursting in my chest. Being wanted by this woman is incredible. I’ll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. She holds herself aloof from the world. I see that now for what it is—a protective shell. Not that she thinks she’s better than anyone else, no. Quite the opposite.

She sinks onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck, a happy little koala. Her fingers graze my nape, nails gently scraping my scalp. I shiver, and she smiles at me with a soft, lazy smile.

“He’s right,” I murmur, flexing my fingers into her hips. “You are a dream.”

Alex stretches out, leaning back into the other corner as he kicks off his shoes. Katherine watches him, and I feel the peace washing through her, the way she stills and softens. Melts.

His fingers work the top button of his shirt, and her breath stalls. Only when the second button pops free does she take a deep, shuddering breath.

“You guys are just buttering me up.”

“Is it working?” Kingston asks, thumbs gliding up the sides of her calves.

She gives a throaty laugh that makes my cock surge beneath her ass. Greedy bastard.

“Totally.”

I skim my left hand up her side, beneath her shirt, stopping at the curve of her breast. Her eagerness seeps from every pore.

Next to us, Kingston unzips his pants. The sound is loud in the quiet space. He slouches deeper in his seat, lids growing heavy.

Katherine’s fingers draw lazy circles against my skin as she watches him. I hold my breath as he reaches into the confines of his jeans and pulls out his cock.

In the dim light, I get an impression of a long, lean shaft. Hard as nails. He grips himself tightly, pumping once, twice, and then presses his head back into the cushions.

Katherine slides off my lap onto the floor. I hand her a pillow and she murmurs her thanks as she takes up residence at his feet. He spreads his thighs, making space for her.

It’s so quiet I can hear our combined breaths of anticipation. This goddess is at our feet, eyes lifted in worship.

Her palms skim up his legs, but he doesn’t stop his rough handling. Keeps fucking his fist as she watches, leaning closer and closer until her hand closes over his.

I swear I can feel their hands on my cock. Her warm breath. Her eyes.

All the while, Alex watches from his perch across from me. He’s stretched out, his big body relaxed. Except for his cock. That part of him is hard again.

Kingston sucks in a breath. Passion crackles between them, pulling them tighter, winding around them. Katherine moans and gives her ass a happy little wag just before she closes her mouth over his tip.

Alex, Kingston, and I sigh in unison. It’s the most surreal, delicious experience of my life. I never thought I’d find pleasure in watching another man get a blow job. But when it comes to sharing Katherine, when I watch Kingston enjoying himself so much, I feel it all, too. I feel the longing and the desire, the pent-up need. And just like him, I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin.

Because I know what it’s like to watch my best friend with a fury that makes me weak.

But Kingston is lucky enough to have that wish come true. To realize that dream.

And I can’t even begrudge him that.

In fact, I would love to lean in and share his cock with her. Wrap my arms around both of them and lose myself in the fantasy. Would they let me?

Would they welcome that?

Now’s not the time to ask.

His chest puffs up and down as he struggles for oxygen. Katherine has both hands wrapped around his base, head bobbing as she licks him like a lollypop.

He pushes his pants lower. Across the way, Alex takes out his own dick, stroking it lightly.

I suck in a deep breath, wanting to do that. Wishing I could be the one to make him feel good.

But I turn my attention back to the scene before me, where Katherine’s bobbing up and down, and Kingston has a tight hold on her hair. It’s a messy bun at the back of her head, spilling between his fingers.

“That’s. . .” Words escape him and I smirk, knowing the feeling all too well. “Amazing.”

She makes happy sounds in the back of her throat, her entire body moving as she sucks him. Her breasts press against the couch, and her hips roll against nothing. She needs friction.

I’m about to offer my help when she sits back on her knees, chest heaving as she catches her breath.

“Damn, Wildfire.” Kingston leans forward and presses a kiss to her lips.

I stroke my aching dick through my pants.

“You blow my mind,” he whispers.

She giggles. “That’s not what I’m trying to blow, King.”

His brows arch and a laugh bursts out of him. They laugh together, kissing and touching. Innocent touches. But then he pulls back and glances over at me.

I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he leans all the way back and takes hold of his erection, then juts his chin toward me.

“Go take him out,” he says to her, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

What the hell is happening?

She turns, gaze falling to my crotch. Her lips part, and I swear to the universe that my lungs forget how to function. There’s not much room between the coffee table, our legs, and the sectional, but she twists her way to me, wedging herself between my feet. I scoot to my left, toward Kingston, and spread my legs more.

Just like with him, she skims her hands up my thighs, delighting every nerve ending along the way.

I remember to suck in a breath before I pass out.

Her fingers go to work on the button, popping it free. She bites her bottom lip, her attention flicking between my face and the task at hand. Need makes my body tight. My abs feel like they might cramp at any second.

“That’s it,” Kingston narrates.

I start to sweat. It’s like he knows how to push all my buttons. Like he’s reading my mind.

I graze a thumb across her cheek. She leans into my touch as she spreads the fabric, tugging it low on my hips. Then she reaches inside, her cool fingers wrapping around my heated skin.

My cock bobs in front of her face, and her eyes almost cross as she stares at it. There’s no time to laugh. Katherine leans over and sucks the head between her lips.

“Fuck.”

“Feels great, doesn’t it?” Kingston asks.

I nod, helpless, as sensation after sensation rolls through me. My eyelids drift close, but just before they shut, I see Alex pumping into his fist.

Katherine’s tongue presses against the sensitive spot beneath the crown, and my hips launch off the couch, driving my dick deep. Too deep. Her hands tighten around me as she gags and chokes. I pull back immediately, muttering an apology.

She shakes her head, not missing a beat.

“Think she likes that,” Kingston murmurs.

She pops off me, lips nibbling down my shaft. My skull feels like it’ll explode any second. Every touch winds me tighter. Knowing that Alex is watching, getting himself off, that Kingston is too? It’s almost too much.

I flick my nipples through my shirt, and a shudder ripples through me. The man next to me moans.

As if remembering he’s there, Katherine pulls away.

My lids pop open.

“Does he taste good?” he asks.

She nods as she pivots, pressing herself to him again. The back and forth is sexy as fuck. I grab my cock, giving it a rough stroke.

He shifts, thighs spreading until our legs brush. His muscles are tight as a tension rod, but he doesn’t move away and neither do I.

“Let me taste.” He clamps a hand around the side of her neck, pulling her up to meet his kiss.

I whimper as their tongues collide and I don’t even care that they can all hear it. I’m in this so deep. Whatever this is. Foursome. It’s a foursome. Right?

Who cares?

It’s perfection.

She drops to his crotch, sucking him deep. He piles her hair up as her lips stretch around him. Going to town on his dick again, she does something that makes him groan. The heady sound bounces off the walls and windows. Fuck, if I don’t want to feel that myself. Soon.

Alex reaches between his legs to cup his balls. Dang, that’s hot. His dark eyes meet mine. There’s a storm there.

Katherine slides a hand up my thigh, reaching for my cock. I scoot further toward them, making it easier for her to reach. Her fist closes around me, and I groan, sinking back. This is heaven. Her hands on me while she pleasures her best friend.

His chest heaves as she sucks him, her lips hollowing.

“So good.”

It’s like a weird reality where I can feel her lips. Secondhand pleasure. Is that a thing? It’s gotta be. Alex’s hand matches the speed of her mouth. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Then her mouth’s on me again. Throaty little moans vibrate through my dick, straight up to my spine.

“That’s it, Wildfire. Drive him crazy.”

“She’s been doing that for years,” I mutter, hand falling to her head. “Ever seen those little pencil skirts she wears?”

She keeps a hand on him, thumb teasing along his length. He wraps his hand around hers, giving a hard stroke.

“Yep.”

So he knows what it’s like to watch her strut into a room, legs long, hips swinging, that heart-shaped ass making your mouth water.

Her bejeweled gaze meets mine, and I can tell that if her mouth wasn’t full of cock, she’d be smiling. She’s radiating pleasure. I never thought I’d see the day that Katherine Montgomery would be into sucking cock, but boy, am I happy to be wrong.

“Make him come, Wildfire.”

Her lashes flutter closed, and she moans, her movements speeding up. I hit the back of her throat, and she sucks in another startled breath, then breathes through it. I’m on high-fucking-alert and could blow at any second.

“Cup his balls.”

“Geez. . .” I tighten my hand in her hair, and she goes soft in my hold, letting me take control. Holy fuck.

She dips her hands between my legs and cups my sac as instructed. I pull her down onto my dick, deeper and deeper until she’s gagging again. It’s messy and fucking perfect. Then her teeth graze me gently on the way up. Her lips latch over the tip and she sucks, her hot breath fanning over my skin.

The sensations crash together, and I come with a shout. Pleasure blares through me, exploding outward as a hot jet of cum fills her mouth. She holds still, taking it all, breathing through it.

“Swallow,” I whisper, and she does, her eyes locked with mine.

Across the room, Alex cries out. He’s ripped open his shirt, and pearly jets of semen spurt across his abs.

She knows something’s happening over there, but over here, she licks me clean. I collapse against the cushions, done for. Dead. Life can’t get better than this, can it?

“Come here, beautiful.”

Eyes glistening, she pivots back to Kingston, and he helps her with gentle hands.

“You okay?”

She nods, her cheek pressed against his thigh.

“Good. I want to see my cum on your tongue.”

Her gasp echoes around us, but I’m not surprised by his demand. In the last half hour, he’s proved to be a man who knows what he wants and isn’t shy about asking for it. Now that he’s embracing this new facet of their relationship, he’s all the way in. And judging by the way his voice gets deep and firm when he tells her what to do, I’d bet Mr. Saint likes to be in control in the bedroom, at least on occasion.

We’ve all got our kinks.

He cups her cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me you like giving head? We could have been enjoying ourselves for years.”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t know.”

“Suck me, Katherine. Make up for lost time.”

Damn, the man has a way with words. I straighten my clothes as she goes to town. He encourages her with his words and his hands.

“That’s it. Yes. Right there.” The tendons in his neck stand out. “Here it comes.”

She hums in understanding, her cheeks hollowed, and then he’s thrashing beneath her. His leg shifts against mine, starting to lift. I don’t know why, but I angle my foot so he can’t move. That little bit of extra tension has him shouting, curling forward and then collapsing back onto the sofa, arm over his eyes.

“I’m dead,” he grouses, and she gives a husky laugh.

He drops his arm, and his eyes pop open. “Show me.”

She ducks her chin. He reaches forward, hooking a finger beneath her chin, and makes her look at him.

“Show me.” The steel in the man’s voice sends a quake through me. Where did the happy-go-lucky guy go, and who is this dark-voiced stranger?

She sticks out her tongue, and he groans, then pulls her up onto the sofa between us. They make out like two teens experiencing lust for the first time. I can’t help but touch her, running my hands over her legs and kissing her shoulder.

Eventually, she snuggles between us, and we all fall silent, sharing the bliss. The air smells like sex and promise.

After who knows how long, her stomach growls. Alex, with his clothes righted as best he can, makes her a plate. King turns the TV back on, and we watch for a while, but I don’t even care that he’s cheering for the wrong team again.

“I should go take a shower. Early day tomorrow,” Alex says, his gaze locked on me. It flicks toward the elevator and then back.

Wait, we’re leaving?

“Why does he get to stay and we don’t?” I ask, happy where I’m at.

“Come on.” He stands, circles the couch and leans over the back to kiss her on the head. “Thanks for an amazing evening.”

Then he clamps a hand over my shoulder, a silent order. Move your ass.

Kingston yawns. “Don’t worry, Rothburn. I sleep on the couch.”

“You do?” I glance back and forth between them. “Still?”

Katherine cuddles closer, her head on his chest. “I wasn’t going to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

He lets out a whoop. “Screw it. I’m spooning her.”