The Billionaires’ Prize (The Heiress Merger #2)

21. Gabe

21

GABE

They glance at each other, an entire conversation happening in the space between them. It’s interesting to be on the outside of such a close relationship. These days, Alex and I practically read each other’s minds.

The high-octane flick drones on in the background, but the real action is here, in Katherine’s bed. She looks edible in her fluffy white bathrobe, her damp hair pulled back in a loose braid.

Gah, how I’d love to sink my fingers into those lovely tresses again.

“It’s a long story,” Katherine answers.

“Complicated,” Kingston agrees.

I suppose the road to a relationship is often windy and sometimes convoluted.

Something obviously happened between the two of them that’s kept them from acting on what are super obvious feelings. I can feel the heat in Kingston’s gaze from here. But they don’t have to tell me if they don’t want to.

I change the subject, asking about King’s day.

“I had lunch with my sister?—”

“Mel?” Katherine asks.

He nods.

“She’s a twin,” Katherine tells me.

He fills us in on his lunch and what his siblings are up to, according to Mel. It’s nice to hear about a family that gets along so well and is obviously close. Thanks to Alex and his parents, the concept isn’t totally foreign to me, but I can’t imagine ever wanting to spend time with my siblings.

When we’re stuffed, Kingston puts the leftovers away and brings me another beer.

“Want a refill, Wildfire?”

Katherine shakes her head and cuddles into my side. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer. I’ve got some work I should finish, but right now, I can’t be bothered.

Kingston stretches out on her other side, hands resting on his stomach and ankles crossed, and makes a pleased sound. “So, how was it?”

He shoots me a questioning look over the top of Katherine’s head.

“It?”

“Chinese food in bed.”

“You might be onto something,” I admit. I’ll have an occasional coffee in bed, but going from dinner to cuddling without missing a beat is decadent.

My father would have lost his shit if we ever tried such a thing. His shouts about bugs clang through my mind, and I close my eyes, willing them to be silent.

A gentle hand cups my cheek, and I look down to find Katherine staring up at me, lips parted.

“You okay?”

Here she is, having had a rough day, according to King, and she’s checking on me. Watching me, looking for any signs of distress and, knowing her, ready to go to battle for me. Because, as I’m coming to learn, that’s her default.

Katherine is a fighter. But only for people she cares about.

Everything about the way she’s relaxed against me, arm wrapped around my middle, staring up at me, says she cares about me .

I’m a lucky man.

Kingston rolls toward us, propping his head up on his fist, gaze raking over Katherine.

We’re lucky men.

“Yeah,” I tell her, giving her a squeeze. “I’m good. How are you?”

She gives a happy sigh, ducking her face against my chest. “I’m high on rice and veggies.”

“Same,” King murmurs. “But I’m ready for my dessert.”

Katherine mumbles against my chest, “I didn’t get anything. But there might be some ice cream in the freezer.”

His eyes meet mine, brilliant green in the soft lamplight. There’s a little groove bracketing his mouth, and it’s utterly distracting. Kingston Saint is a gorgeous man. No other way to put it.

He reaches out, sliding a hand down her back. She stretches into his touch. There’s raw hunger etched on his face, and I can almost see the dirty thoughts flicking through his mind. Stripping her out of her robe, touching her all over, sliding down between her thighs.

But the longer he looks, the more tortured his expression grows. Like he’s looking at something he can’t have.

Except, he’s already had her. He’s sleeping in her bed. He’s her best friend.

So what’s this look about? Why does he look so. . . tortured?

I don’t know how to ask the questions peppering my brain, especially not in front of her. And almost as quickly as the shadows appeared, they lift, and he rolls onto his back and pats his chest.

“Come here, Wildfire.”

She twists to face him. “What are you up to?” Her voice is light and full of humor.

He tugs the belt on her robe, and she gasps softly. “Having my dessert.”

“King!” She sounds scandalized, but she doesn’t pull away. In fact, she leans over him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He wraps his arms around her, devouring her like she’s the last woman he’ll ever kiss. Their connection sizzles, and I swear the air around us crackles. Kingston moans, and she smiles against his lips.

My stomach swoops and flips at that smile.

Sex is supposed to be fun. That’s a hill I’ll die on. But this is so much. . . more. I don’t know if it’s having multiple partners, that they’re best friends finally falling for each other, or maybe the way Katherine’s always seemed just out of my reach. There’s tenderness here combined with heat in the way I feel her against my chest, her lips against mine, even though she’s actually wrapped up in him.

Another man.

A younger man.

Stunningly handsome and built like a god. But funny and charming. And open. . . to new things. New experiences. And sure, he spiraled for a minute when he found out Katherine was with Alex and me. But who wouldn’t in his position?

Watching them is seeing two friends putting each other at the top of their priority list in small and huge ways.

I twist atop the linens, my muscles aching, ready for action. But I’m adding a new rule. Sex is better with connection.

Katherine pulls away from King ever so slightly, grinning down at him and then turns lusty eyes my way. Her pupils are blown, and her lips are rosy pink from his kisses.

Whatever this woman wants, she can have. My cock is hard and ready for whatever she needs. And if she just wants to kiss and cuddle, hell, I’m good with that, too.

Who the heck even am I?

I went from a geeky teen with no experience to saying yes to everything under the sun in my twenties, struggling to maintain a personal life as my company expanded, and now there’s Katherine. And Kingston. And Alex. There’s an us .

I hold her gaze, silently letting her know I see her. I want her. But I don’t want to interrupt King’s dessert.

Getting that text from Kingston earlier was everything. I can get a table at any restaurant in the city. There’s always someone beating down my assistant’s door, wanting a meeting with me about a new idea or an investment opportunity. All of that got old a long time ago.

Katherine couldn’t care less about my bank account. Kingston doesn’t need anything from me, either. His focus is Katherine and her pleasure, which is incredibly appealing.

Alex’s dad is like that. His universe centers on his wife. I’ve always admired their relationship and been fascinated by their mutual respect. I still remember the first time Alex took me home with him. By the end of the weekend, I’d decided that his parents were hashtag goals and nothing short of their type of relationship would do.

But where does that leave me now?

“Don’t look at him, Wildfire. Get up here and ride my face.”

My gut clenches at his order. Her gaze swerves back to his, and her cheeks bloom a lovely shade of crimson. Fuck. I might be blushing, too, because there’s something in his voice that strikes a match in me.

His hands coast down her sides, then he cups her ass.

“You need to relax, agapi mou, and I need you on my tongue.” His voice is rough and dark, reminding me of whiskey, chocolate, and sultry smoke.

She bites down on her lower lip, obviously just as turned on as I am. “I never knew you had such a naughty mouth.”

“You’re going to love my naughty mouth.” He purrs the words, and they brush over my skin like a lover’s kiss.

She sucks in a sharp breath, losing the battle with herself.

I want her to cave because I want to watch her come apart again. I felt the power of her orgasm firsthand yesterday. Saw her eyes go impossibly dark with arousal. I need to see it again.

She turns to me again, and my stomach clenches. “Gabe. Hit that button on the side of my nightstand.”

She thrusts her chin toward the sleek piece to my right.

I turn and see a good-sized square and hit it. A soft whirring sound fills the room, and the curtains swoop closed, sealing us in together.

Kingston groans, and I’m right there with him. She just created a sex cocoon, and I’m here for it.

He wastes no time stripping her bare, his hands coasting over her lush body, and I just lay here and watch them. It’s like my own personal show. Two incredibly hot people enjoying each other, but the love in their eyes makes it next level.

I stroke my dick through my jeans. Yeah, I don’t think I’m getting any more work done tonight. And for the first time, maybe ever, I don’t care.

King gives her a swat on the ass. “Up.”

Hands on her hips, biceps bunched, he practically tosses her up the bed to the headboard. Damn, she’s beautiful. All that soft skin. Kingston’s cock tents the front of his sweats. My mouth waters, and my breathing shallows.

He arranges her so her knees are on either side of his head, her thighs squeezing his ears. Fuck, that’s hot.

I reach out and run a hand up her thigh. She takes my hand, gives it a squeeze, and then lifts it to her breast. My princess wants my touch? Oh, baby, I’m only too happy to oblige.

I thumb her nipple and it puckers tighter and tighter.

“Sit.” He smacks her ass again, and I groan as it jiggles.

Hands braced against the padded headboard, she lowers her pussy onto his waiting mouth, and they moan in unison. I’ve never been so jealous of another man’s lips.

My eyelids shutter, and I suck in a needy breath. Already, the room smells like sex and sin. Hot man, delicious woman.

Fuck .

I give her nipple a little squeeze, and her hips jerk forward. Kingston groans, his mouth obviously full. My god, what a sight. Heat shimmers over my skin, and sweat dampens the back of my neck.

Katherine closes a hand over mine, encouraging me to play with her. To join in the fun.

My cock strains against my zipper. I’m going to have a permanent zig-zag impression on my skin.

Kingston keeps his hands on her hips, moving her against his waiting mouth. By the sounds coming from her, he knows what he’s doing. And now I’m jealous of a pussy.

She wants me in, I’m in. Rising to my knees, I kiss her shoulder. Lips parted in ecstasy, she wraps an arm around my shoulders.

I cup her cheeks between my hands and slant my lips across hers. She whimpers, clamping a hand around my wrist, holding on to me like I’m a life preserver.

Tracing my tongue along her bottom lip, I lose myself in her. In our kiss. Her tongue darts out, teasing mine before retreating. Desire bolts through me, and I tighten my grip.

She whimpers again, sounding desperate for more.

My princess likes it a little rough. Does she want her men to take control?

I spear my tongue between her lips and thrust my cock against her hip. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want to be naked. To feel her skin against mine.

I drop a hand to her right tit, giving it the same attention I gave the left. She sucks on my bottom lip, and my dick starts to weep.

“Take him out,” King says from between her thighs.

My dick jumps at the command in his tone. How did he know what I was thinking? Needing? And where the hell did that delicious timbre come from? Not that I’m complaining.

Katherine’s hands travel down my body, pulling my shirt from my jeans before moving to the button and, finally, thankfully, my zipper. Yes .

Oh, yes.

I hold on to her, weak and off balance as she takes me in hand.

“Fuck, yes,” I whisper.

King gives a pleased hum. Because we’re doing what he says? Because his mouth is full of her perfect pink pussy?

Doesn’t matter.

I yank my shirt off and toss it to the floor. We’re getting closer to skin against skin, and I’m greedy to feel her close.

Her fist tightens around my cock, and my hips jerk. If Kingston has a problem with my proximity, he doesn’t let on. Just keeps driving her wild. Her hips move like she’s trying to keep a hula-hoop in the air.

He lifts her off his tongue.

“Get up there, Gabe. Let her suck you off.”

His order sets me on fire, need burning through me white hot and unforgiving. Katherine’s hand tightens around my dick, a silent ‘ yes, please .’

I don’t even hesitate at his instruction. Simply roll away, shuck the rest of my clothes, then crawl back onto the bed. Katherine is thoroughly bemused, lips swollen, eyes hazy as she reaches for me.

Standing, I slide in between her and the headboard that stretches all the way to the ceiling. My dick points at Katherine like he’s claiming her.

Do I want to claim her?

Fuck yes.

She purrs up at me like a happy kitten who’s just found a bowl of cream. But then, her hands clamp over my thighs, and she cries out, body shaking. Kingston growls from his spot between her thighs. Lucky bastard.

She’s beyond gorgeous, head thrown back, face locked in an expression of ultimate pleasure. Watching her climax almost brings on my own. She’s that erotic. A fucking goddess on her knees. Trembling atop her lover’s lips.

Once she comes down from her orgasm, she raises up on her knees, grinning. Her pale skin glows, as do her mesmerizing eyes.

“We’re not done, gorgeous.” King grabs her hips, tugging her down.

She gasps, flailing for a second, and then her jaw drops. I fist my cock, staring at the perfect O of her lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Princess.”

King murmurs his agreement.

Her lips curve at our praise. Holding my gaze, she leans forward and latches on to my tip. Holy hell. The shift in her position must change the angle against her clit because she pops off my cock, lets out a shuddering gasp, and drops her forehead against my thigh.

“So good. Don’t stop,” she pants.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” I skim my fingers through her hair.

She looks up at me again, flushed and needy. There’s a brilliant fire burning in her eyes. She needs this. The orgasms. The connection. To be free with her affection. To touch and be touched.

Beneath her, King eats her out like she’s the world’s best cuisine. He’s intense with his mouth, devouring her, lusty moans filling the air, hands touching her everywhere. Simultaneously holding her up, holding her down, and teasing her to orgasm again.

Her thighs tremble. From the strain of holding her position or from pleasure, I don’t know.

I close my eyes against the sight.

“Suck him, Wildfire. Make those pretty blue eyes roll back in his head.”

“Fuck—you can’t say things like that, man. You’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the idea, smarty-pants.”

His words are wicked.

Seriously, I’m not going to last.

Her hot breath fans over my dick, and she draws me in again, fingers tightening on my legs. My eyelids snap open, and I grip the grooves in the padded upholstery behind me. Watching her sink onto me, those pretty pink lips stretched wide, just does something to me. Something I’ve never experienced before. Not last night. Not yesterday or the night before or ever before that.

The way she moans around my shaft is pure decadence. Like she can’t get enough of her favorite treat.

A shuddering breath escapes my lips.

Her tongue glides up the underside of my cock, stopping to tease the sensitive spot just beneath the crown. A blast of sensation sparks through me, and I tug my hips back.

The vixen has the audacity to chuckle and then smirk up at me.

“Sensitive?”

“You’re good at this.” I brush her hair back from her face, not wanting to miss a thing.

“Thank you.” She sounds oh-so-pleased by my compliment. But I wasn’t blowing smoke up her skirt.

The way she wraps both hands around my aching dick, teasing me with her tongue, then her lips, pressing delicate little kisses over my skin. Part of me wants this to go on forever. And the other part of me needs release in the worst way.

She sinks that hot little mouth over me until I bump the back of her throat. My head drops back against the headboard.

“Fuck yes, babe. Fuck. Yes.”

She gives a throaty hum that sends a vibration from my dick to my brain, delighting every nerve ending along the way. I suck in a breath. Gotta keep breathing. But it’s like my body forgets how when she gets her mouth on me.

My balls draw tight.

Katherine sucks in a breath and me with it.

“Come for me,” King says. “Both of you.”

My eyes roll. Katherine cups my balls.

I explode.

Lifting off like a rocket bound for outer space. I’m gone. Over the moon. Flying with the cosmos as I burst across her waiting tongue.

She sucks me as she moans and then jerks back when she can’t take anymore. Her mouth is open, my cum on her tongue, and her head drops back as her body convulses.

I bend over, cup her cheeks, and pull her into a kiss. “Fucking incredible.”

She nods, clasping my wrists.

Then we tumble onto her mattress, a mass of satiated legs and arms. For long moments, the only sound is that of our ragged breathing.

“Your turn,” Katherine murmurs, rolling toward King.

He smirks, rearranging her against his chest. “Don’t worry about me, Wildfire. I came, too.”

“Hmm?” She lifts her head, staring down at his crotch.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you two come without me, did you? That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Hotter than lava?” I tease.

He nuzzles the top of her head. “Yep.”

“Hotter than the sun?” Katherine chimes in, humor lacing her tone.

“Absolutely.”

He slides out from under her with a quick “Be right back.”

Katherine scoots back into the circle of my arms, her ass nestling against my greedy cock. He’s still hard for her, which is miraculous.

“Has she shown you her toy collection yet?” Kingston asks as he returns, a devilish smirk gracing his sinful mouth.