Tormented Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #2)

Chapter 26

Sadie

“You look so beautiful,” I gasp as Mom steps out from behind the divider, tears filling my eyes as I take her in.

Her hair is down in long beach curls, a stunning diamond hairpiece clipped to the side of her head, holding back her bangs.

The dress is breathtaking. The top is a lace corset that hugs her upper body perfectly. It stops just above her hips, where a thick layer of tulle flows down her body, pretty little gems embroidered into the material. Her sleeves are made of lace that hangs off her shoulders.

We spent hours trying on dresses. At first, we went to a dress shop one of the girls from the country club suggested to Mom. Of course, they were all insanely expensive.

Mom said all of them were too heavy, an overuse of material. She turned them all down, getting a not-too-pleasant look from the shop owner.

She said she wanted something that was easy to move in because she didn’t want to change into anything else for the reception. She wanted one dress for her wedding to wear for the whole day.

So she needed something she could be comfortable in for the whole night.

We left and found this cute little boutique a few towns over. It was owned by the sweetest old lady who actually designed most of the dresses she sold.

Mom only had to try on a few before she found this one and knew it was her dress. She made a good choice because she looks phenomenal in it.

“You look like a friggin’ queen,” Carol squeals, eyes bright with excitement.

Mom’s grinning ear to ear as she steps over to the full-length mirror. She sucks in a sharp breath, eyes filling with tears.

“No crying.” I laugh, tears of my own threatening to fall as I dab at the corner of my eyes.

She turns to face us, blinking as she tries not to cry. “It’s okay. I’m good. I got this.”

“Yeah, you do. Mark loves you so much. I’m so thrilled to see you happy.” Carol hugs my mom, then steps back and holds her by the shoulders. “Thirty years as best friends. More like sisters.” She smiles. “I’ve seen you at your worst, and I’m honored to be here to stand by you at your best.”

Even though the guest list is massive, the wedding party is small. Mom doesn’t have anyone close to her outside of Carol and me. So, I’m the Maid of Honor, Grayson is the Best Man, and Carol is walking Mom down the aisle. That's it. That's all she wanted, all she needed. The most important people by her side.

I stand back and let them have their moment, giving me a chance to get a hold of myself.

“Sadie. Baby,” Mom sighs happily as she takes in my dress. I’m in a forest green dress that crisscrosses over my chest and around my neck with a flowing train. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I smile. “And thank you for letting me pick out my dress.”

“I didn’t see any reason to be picky about it, seeing how you're the only one wearing it.” She grins.

“You don’t need anyone else but us,” I tease.

Her face softens. “So true.”

There’s a knock at the door. “Hey, ladies. How’s everything going?” I hear Grayson’s voice on the other side of the door. “Because the ceremony is about to start.”

“We’re ready!” Mom shouts back.

“Sounds good, I’ll let them know.”

Mom lets out a breath and turns to me. “Let’s do this.” She nods, giving me a watery smile.

“You’ve got this, Mom. I’m so happy for you. And I’m so glad you were able to find love again.”

She takes a shuddering breath. “I loved your father, Sadie. More than anything. That was until you, of course.” She smiles. “Losing him was one of the hardest things that ever happened to me. But I knew I had to be strong because I had you. You needed me, and I needed you.” She reaches up and tucks some hair behind my ear. “You gave me the strength to go on, to keep going. For the longest time, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to love another man. Not when I had already lost my soulmate. But Mark...” She laughs. “He’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Your father would have loved him.”

“I think so, too.”

“Ready?” Carol asks.

“Ready.” Mom nods.

The music starts, and I’m the first to walk down the aisle. Mark and Grayson are already there waiting. My eyes find Grayson and the look of hunger in his eyes turns my nerves into something else.

Does he know he’s giving me fuck me eyes in front of the whole church? If he’s not careful, people are going to notice.

I hold his gaze a few moments longer before focusing my attention forward.

Once I’m in place, I take a look at the guests, smiling when I see Declan, Collin, and Preston sitting next to each other in the front row, my best friends just behind them.

My guys look at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in this room. I can’t help the blush that creeps onto my cheeks as I feel their eyes on my body.

Four men. I have four men. Four boyfriends. Kind of. I’m still not sure what Preston and I are. Feelings have been revealed, but nothing has been made official. He’s still holding back. It’s like we’re together with no label, and I’m not sure how I like it.

Baby steps, I guess. I know this is big for Preston; a lot of changes he’s going to have to get used to. And there’s the fact that his father still has him by the balls. And we can’t forget Tina, that fucking witch.

I still haven’t run into her since that day, thank fuck. But I can feel her glaring eyes on me when we’re in the same room together.

The music changes, and my attention shifts to the door.

Everyone stands as Mom walks in. I look over to see Mark’s reaction, and I hope the videographer is getting this on tape. Because that man’s eyes tear up, and he actually cries.

Damn it. Now I’m going to cry. My attention shifts back to Mom, and I find her eyes watery with tears. She’s not wearing the veil over her face, so I can see all the emotions as she gives him a big, watery smile.

She’s so happy.

She’s been alone for a little under twenty years now. That time was spent making sure I had the best life, that I was loved and cared for. I never wanted for her attention, never felt like I wasn’t loved. She’s easily my best friend and favorite person.

This is why I’m hesitant to tell them about Grayson and me. Not because I don’t think she wouldn’t accept us eventually, but there is still a chance it will cause issues between her and Mark and cause her unhappiness.

I shouldn’t be thinking like this after the way Mom reacted to me dating two men.

But how will she feel about me being with four?

We plan on telling her, but not now. She’s been so happy planning for the wedding. We want them to enjoy this time, and when it’s right, we will tell them.

Because I won’t keep dating these men in the dark if I don’t have to. This fucking society be damned.

The ceremony was amazing. Their vows to each other had me crying like a baby. I could feel Grayson’s eyes on me the whole time, but I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. Because if I got caught in his eyes, any of my men’s eyes, really; the whole room would know exactly how I feel about each of them.

For the past forty minutes, Mom and Mark have been getting photos taken, leaving the wedding party ones for last since there are only a few of us.

Seeing the two of them playing around, laughing, and smiling gives me hope that this is what I can have with my men. Our relationship might be very different from most, but I don’t see any reason why we can’t have it all.

“Alright, husband and wife, you stand there just like that,” the photographer instructs. “Grayson, Sadie, you two stand between them.”

We move forward, stepping between our parents. I take my mom’s side, Grayson his dad’s.

I can smell his cologne with how close he is. It smells so damn good. How can I get turned on just by the smell of him?

“That’s it. A little closer, please.”

We all move in, and I have to swallow a gasp when I feel a hand on my ass. He gives it a hard squeeze, and I’m thankful no one is around to see.

Taking a shuddering breath, I see him smirking out of the corner of my eye. “Grayson,” I hiss under my breath.

“Yes, little sister?” he asks, looking over at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Yeah, I’m fucked up because the way he’s looking at me as he calls me that has warmth spreading in my belly. Damn this man right now.

Swallowing hard, I look towards the photographer and do my best not to look affected by the fact that my stepbrother is caressing my ass the whole time we take photos.

When we’re done, the photographer asks for some solo ones of just Grayson and me before asking for some of us together.

“Don’t do it,” I mutter under my breath as he steps up to my side, placing his hand just above my ass.

“Do what?” he asks innocently.

“Grayson.” I glare up at him. But my hot-as-hell boyfriend just smirks down at me, his black hair falling over his eye. My finger twitches to reach up and brush it out of his face.

“Yes, Pretty Girl?” he murmurs.

Damn it. I can’t look away. His eyes have me hooked in his wicked little web.

Licking my lips, my heart pounds in my chest, wishing we were alone right now.

Grayson leans in and whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight, Pretty Girl. I want to see how good your pussy looks wrapped around my cock as I fuck you in this sinful dress you’re wearing.”

My eyes flutter closed, and I know I’m fucked. At least my panties are.

He pulls back with a smug grin, knowing what his promise for later has done to me, before looking back to the photographer.

Would the photographer think I’m crazy if I ask her to edit out my perky nipples? Because they are so damn hard right now, I know they’re pressing against the fabric of my dress and are on full display. I’m going to kill Grayson for this.

If not, I’m going to have to get my hands on the photos before our parents do.

When the photos are done, we head to the venue for the reception.

I’m going to have to do my best to keep my distance from Grayson, not because I don’t want to be around him, but because I don’t think I can trust the reactions that he’s enjoying provoking from me.

“You okay, Sunshine?” Collin asks as I get into the passenger side of his car.

He came along with his mother for the photos.

“No,” I sigh, closing my eyes as I lean my head back against the headrest. “Grayson is making it his mission to get me all hot and bothered. It’s dirty because I don’t want to be turned on while I’m supposed to be playing his sister for the day.”

Collin chuckles, starting up the car and pulling out into the street. I shoot him a glare. “Not helping.”

“Are you all hot and bothered?” he asks me, pulling his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me. “Did he get that pretty pussy of yours all wet?”

“Fucking hell, Collin. Not you, too,” I groan, clenching my thighs together.

The asshole just chuckles as he turns the music on. I roll my window down enough to feel a nice breeze against my heated face.

We’re not far from the venue, so we get there in less than five minutes. Mom and Mark went in a limo, and Grayson went in his own car. The pout he gave me when he offered me a ride back, and I told him no, that I was going with Collin, was adorable.

What did he expect? If I went with him, I’d probably be having sex with him in the back seat by now.

Collin pulls into the parking lot, picking a spot on the other side of the lot, farthest away from the building.

“Why are you parking so far away?” I ask. “Walking in these heels that far is going to be a bitch.” I hate heels and can not wait to get out of these as soon as I can.

“I didn’t want anyone to interrupt or hear us,” he answers, turning off the engine and turning to face me.

My brows furrow. “Hear us? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want anyone hearing your sweet moans as I fuck that wet cunt with my fingers. Grayson went and got you worked up. I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I let you go in there all needy, now would I?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as his hungry gaze eats me up. “You look so fucking stunning tonight, Sadie.” His voice lowers. “Like always.”

“I didn’t stand a chance, did I?” I sigh as if I’m annoyed, but I’m not. A thrill shoots through me.

This is risky. Someone could be watching us right now. Someone working for his father.

But this was just a ride to the reception by a family friend. Nothing about it is suspicious.

Except the fact that he wants to bury his fingers inside my pussy and make me drip all over them.

He gives me a wicked grin. “Pull your dress up to your knees, Sunshine.”

Swallowing hard, I say fuck it and do as I’m told. It’s not like we’re going to have sex, it’s just him sliding his fingers under my dress. No big deal, right?

“Now, we need to make this look as casual as we can. Just in case someone is nearby, it’ll just look like we’re sitting and talking. And not that I have my thick fingers inside that sweet cunt of yours, until your creaming all over my fucking hand.”

“Holy hell, Collin,” I groan, letting my head fall back against the seat. I widen my legs, adjusting my position to give him a better angle.

He shifts closer, leaning on his right arm as he turns his body to look at me.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I whisper, licking my lips.

“Like what?” he grins.

“Like you want to devour me. We’re supposed to be casual. That look isn’t casual.”

“But I do want to devour you,” he murmurs low and husky as his left hand glides up my inner thigh, making me shiver as I suck in a breath.

Grabbing onto the armrest of the car door, I try to steady my breathing as his fingers push my panties to the side. “Already soaked,” he groans. “Grayson really did get you worked up.”

I bite my lower lip, moving my eyes to look out the front window. I take a few deep breaths, trying to keep calm, but it’s hard when he brushes the tip of his fingers against my swollen clit, making me whimper as I try to clamp my thighs against his hand.

“Ah, ah,” he tsks. “Legs open, Sunshine.”

My breathing starts to pick up as I open my legs for him again. We both groan as he slips two fingers into my pussy, the stretch being just what I needed.

“Now, just sit there like a good girl and let me make you feel good. We've gotta make this quick, or people are going to get suspicious.”

“Okay.” I nod quickly, my fingers digging into the armrest.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of me, deep and slow, while his thumb works my clit. “That's it, baby. Fuck, you’re taking my fingers so good.”

“Collin,” I moan. “You're not helping.”

He chuckles. “Seeing how you're already dripping over my hand, I say I’m very much helping. Plus, we gotta keep our mouths moving, make it look like we’re talking.”

“Fuck,” I gasp, closing my eyes. “Fine.”

“Eyes open, Sunshine.”

Forcing my eyes open, I keep my eyes facing the front.

I can hear how wet I am, the sounds of my soaked pussy as he thrusts in and out of me, filling the small space around us and mixing with our heaving breaths.

My nipples are pressed hard against my dress, my body breaking out in a sweat.

The warm feeling in me is growing with every thrust of his fingers.

“You like this, baby? You like the way my fingers fill this pretty little cunt?”

“Yes,” I moan. “So fucking much.”

In and out, they glide, driving me fucking crazy.

“Oh,” I gasp when he curls his fingers against my sweet spot, making a jolt of pleasure flash through my body.

“There it is,” he sighs, sounding proud of himself. He gets to work, fucking me faster, hitting just the right spot over and over again, his thumb working my clit perfectly.

“I can feel your walls quivering around my fingers, Sadie. Cum for me, Sunshine. Be a good fucking girl and do as you're told.”

“Fuck,” I whimper. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, Sunshine,” he purrs.

His thumb flicks back and forth over my clit, and that pressure builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore. “Collin,” I moan, falling over the edge and shattering on his hand.

My body tenses, and my pussy pulses. It’s not a crazy powerful orgasm, but fuck, it feels good. And it’s just what I needed to take the ache away.

“Such a good girl. That's it. So good,” he praises while working me through my climax.

I’m sweating, breathing heavily when he pulls his fingers free, fixes my panties, and pulls my dress down.

“Better?” Collin asks.

“Much,” I sigh contently and smile over at him.

He grins, shooting me a wink. “I love you, Sunshine.”

“I love you too,” I say softly.

He gets out, making his way around the car to open my door. “Let’s get in there.”

I take his hand, letting him help me out. I’m disappointed when he pulls it away, but I know anyone could be watching. I walk in front of him towards the building.

Unable to stop myself from getting another look at my sinfully sexy boyfriend, I glance over my shoulder and gape at him when I find him sucking his fingers clean.

“What?” he asks, raising a brow. “Got something sticky on them.”

My head snaps forward, and my body flushes. Asshole just chuckles. Fucking hell. How do I know this reception isn’t going to end without more sex? I just know it. With these men, it’s unavoidable. Not that I’m complaining.

When we get inside, I find Grayson waiting nearby. Collin slips past us and into the hall.

Mom and Mark are waiting to be announced.

Grayson comes to stand next to me as we get ready to go in first. “What took you so long? We were about to come looking for you,” Grayson whispers.

“Sorry,” I whisper back. “I needed to take care of something.”

“Like your pussy?” he hisses. “Your cheeks are flushed like you just got fucked.”

“I didn’t get fucked,” I hiss back, looking over my shoulder to see Mom and Mark laughing and talking as he holds her in his arms. They’re so damn cute. “At least not with a cock,” I mutter.

“Did Collin finger you in the car?” he groans.

“Maybe.” I give him a look. “Someone needed to take care of what you started.”

He glares at me, about to say something, but then we’re being announced as the wedding party.

“Talk later.” I wink as my name is called.

“You're damn right we will.”

The night ends up being one of the most fun nights of my life. So many memories were made. Mom didn’t ignore me for her new husband, joining me and my friends for almost every dance.

Sadly, Preston isn’t here, but I’m not surprised. I invited him, but he said his father didn’t approve of him attending the reception. He thinks his dad despises my mom. But I have no idea why. Maybe it’s Mark? Either way, he’s not here, and I’m disappointed. Maybe it’s for the best because it would suck to have him here and not be able to hang out with him too.

But I don’t let it get me down and ruin my night. We laugh, take photos, have an amazing meal, and eat some awesome cake. The whole night is perfect.

It’s also filled with sexual tension. Between dancing with Declan all night, the knowing looks Collin gives me when no one is looking, and the way I can feel Grayson’s eyes on me all night, my hormones are out of whack.

Grayson hasn’t come near me since we walked into this room, sitting next to his dad while I sat next to my mom. He hung out with Declan and Collin while I hung out with my friends.

That's why I’m not surprised when Grayson grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards the exit as I’m leaving the bathroom.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss, struggling to keep up with him.

He says nothing as we head into the dark and towards the limo parked outside. He opens the door and looks at me with wild eyes. “Get in.”

My belly swoops, and I do as he says. He climbs in after me.

“Grayson,” I start as he pulls the door shut. “What are you–”

He shuts me up by pulling me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. Grabbing the back of my head, he kisses me hard. “Fucking hell, Pretty Girl,” he growls against my lips as he goes in for another punishing kiss that turns my insides to lava. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all night.” We both groan as he grips my hips, grinding me down on his stiff cock. “Feel that? Feel how fucking hard you make me. Watching you dancing in that dress drove me fucking feral. You’re a little tease, you know that?”

“I didn’t mean to be,” I pant out as I start to shamelessly rock against him.

“You damn well know exactly what you were doing. Locking eyes on me as you ground against Declan on the dance floor.” He pulls me back so he can open his pants and pull out his erection. “Is this what you want, Sadie? To be fucked? To have that little pussy filled with my cock?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls before crashing his lips against mine.

I whimper, eager to have him inside me. We’re a mess of hands and lips as our kiss turns sloppy while we move my dress out of the way.

Finally, the tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and we both let out a moan as I sink down onto his shaft, taking him all the way to the hilt.

His dick stretches me, and I sigh, because fuck, he feels so good inside me.

“Ride me, little sister.” He grins as he grips my hips and starts to rock me on his cock. I moan, eyes closing.

“Stop that,” I breathe out.

“What? It’s true. We’re brother and sister.”

“Step,” I pant in correction as I start to work my hips faster.

“Still. Isn’t it kind of hot?” He licks his lips, grinning. “Knowing how forbidden this is. As much as I can’t wait to be out in the open with you, sneaking around, being naughty, and doing all the filthy things has been fucking hot.”

He’s not lying. It has been. The whole taboo aspect of it has always gotten me hot and bothered. I’ve come to accept I’m a little messed up.

“We shouldn’t be in here,” I gasp as he thrusts up into me. “This is our parents' limo.”

He grins. “I know.” And then he’s holding me up, thrusting into me over and over again. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sadie,” he grunts between thrusts. “You drive me mad in all the best ways. Sometimes, when I’m away from you, I feel like I can’t breathe.”

My eyes fill with tears as liquid pleasure fills my veins.

“You're everything to me, Sadie. You're mine. I’ll fight for you until the day we fucking die. I won’t let them take me away from you. I won’t let anyone tear us apart.”

“Grayson,” I whimper as I lean forward, kissing him. He tangles a hand in my hair, pulling on the strands. I gasp into his mouth, letting his tongue slip in as he pounds up into me.

“Mine, Sadie. You’re fucking mine,” he growls, kissing me again.

I hold on to him for dear life, feeling that ache in my core growing hotter.

“You’re mine too, Grayson,” I cry out. “Mine.”

“Fuck, yeah, I am,” he growls, pulling me down as I move my hips back and forth, forcing me to take his cock deeply. “I fucking love you, Pretty Girl.”

“I love you too, Grayson.” My heart swells. When I’m with each of my guys, I always feel complete. Even if everything’s a mess, they make me believe it will be okay.

“Fuck!” he snarls. “Fuck I’m going to cum. You’re going to take it like a good girl and cum for me too.”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good girl.” He rocks me faster, my clit grinding against him over and over.

I feel myself rushing towards the edge.

My nails dig into his shoulders, lips parting to cry out, but he kisses me. I come apart in his arms, sobbing into the kiss as his lips work feverishly against mine.

It’s like I soar to heaven and float back down again, stars bursting behind my eyes as a powerful orgasm hits me hard. I shake in his arms, pussy clamping around his cock.

He curses, thrusting up into me a few times before following me over the edge.

“Fucking hell, Pretty Girl,” he groans, cock pulsing inside me, filling me up with his hot cum.

I collapse in his arms, and he wraps them around me, holding me close.

The only sound in the limo is our heavy breathing as we come down from our high together.

“Now it’s my turn for you to walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs,” he chuckles when we can finally breathe normally again.

I laugh. “You're so bad.”

“The baddest.” He grins against the side of my head before giving it a kiss. “I love you, Sadie.”

I smile, my cheeks heating. “I love you too.”

“Me and you forever?” he asks, a bit of vulnerability in his voice.

“Yeah,” I whisper, praying like crazy it becomes reality. “Forever.”