Falling forward, she trips over her heels, and I reach out to grab her. “Whoa,” I say, bringing her to a stop. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She nods, pushing pieces of her bleach-blond hair back from her face. Some strands have fallen free from her messy bun throughout the night. “I don’t remember parking this far out.”
That’s because she came with Jasmine. I didn’t park where they had. “Here,” I say, stepping in front of her and bending my knees. “Jump on. I’ll give you a lift.”
She laughs, placing her hands on my shoulders, and then she jumps up onto my back. I wrap my fingers around the thighs of her jeans and hold her in place as her arms come around my neck. Her face is by my ear, and I can hear her breathing.
My cock instantly hardens at the sound and feel of her breath on me, and sweat beads on my forehead.
Should have said no, Cross!
I try to think of anything else and slow my breathing while walking faster. I just need to get her home and drop her off. Get as far away as I can from Alexa, but the way her breasts press into my back, have me thinking of ripping that shirt off her.
We enter the parking garage, and I see some guys crowded around my white Pininfarina Battista. I’ve got the only one in town. They see us coming toward them, and they take a step back. “Nice car, man,” one says as I walk over to the passenger side door.
“Thanks,” I say before letting go of Alexa’s legs and tapping her thigh to release my waist from her grip. It physically pains me to do it. I want her legs wrapped around me once they’re gone, but this time, I want her to be underneath me.
She slides in, and I make my way to the driver’s side. Starting it up, I look over at her. “Where to?” I meant it more as a “where do you live?” but what I wanted to say and the words that actually came out were two very different things.
She looks over at me. “Wherever you want to go.”
That’s an open invitation if I’ve ever heard one. Obviously, she doesn’t want me at her house, or she would have suggested that. “Kingdom?” I question, unable to keep my eyes from dropping to her legs as she runs her hands over her jeans. Her nails are kept short and painted black. She wears a silver banded ring on her right hand. It’s plain yet dainty at the same time.
“I don’t gamble,” she states.
My eyes meet hers. “Neither do I.” What I have planned for her is much more intimate. I mean, if she’s into a crowd watching, then that’s fine too. I’m not shy.
She laughs, leaning her head back against the headrest, and smiles softly at me. Her green eyes drop to my jeans, and I refrain from groaning at the thoughts that run through my mind. My hand in her hair while she’s bent over the center console with her lips wrapped around my cock … “Kingdom it is.” Not wanting to waste another second, I take off, getting the hell out of here.
We don’t say much during the twenty-minute drive back to the Strip. I keep checking on her to make sure she hasn’t passed out, and every time, she’s looking out the window.
I pull up around the back of tower one, where the Kings and I have a private entrance. Parking the car, I help her out and up the fifteen stairs that lead to a set of black doors.
Her drunk eyes take in the white marble floor and black circle with the gold K in the middle when we enter the building. Lifting her head, she notices the mirrored ceiling and chandelier hanging in the entrance.
Nigel stands behind his black marble desk in the corner. Nigel is our right-hand man. He’s more of a father to us than our actual fathers ever were. Guess it didn’t take him and Titan very long to bury Kenneth. He looks up and smiles at us. “Good evening, Cross. Alexa. It’s good to see you again.” I’m not sure how he knows her other than maybe he met her at Titan’s wedding.
“You too, Nigel,” she tells him as I scan my key card for our private elevator. Only a King has access to it. Other than him, of course. It opens immediately, and we step inside. I have to refrain from ripping her clothes off right here and now. Just a few more minutes and she’s all mine.
It comes to a stop on the Royal level to the suite that the Kings share. But no one will be here tonight. Titan hasn’t stayed one night here since he married Emilee. Grave stays at his house with April, and Bones rarely sleeps. I’m sure he’s at Glass—one of the many businesses he owns that we all pretend we don’t know about.
Stepping into our suite, I turn to face her. “Would you like a drink?”
She places her hands on my chest, gripping my shirt. “I think I’ve had enough.”
My hands go to her hips, and I yank her to me. The thought crosses my mind that this is a mistake. That she’s off-limits to me. I try to think of my best friend and how it would affect him. “I made a promise not to touch you,” I rush out, hoping she pushes me away.
She surprises me by smiling, and it’s anything but innocent. Her pretty green eyes drop to my lips before returning to mine. “I can keep a secret.” Then her lips are on mine.
ALEXA
HIS HANDS GO from my hips to my thighs, and he lifts me off my feet like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, and my fingers grip his spiked hair as I part my lips for him, silently begging him to kiss me deeper.
I moan into his mouth when he understands that I need more. His tongue touches mine, and he tastes like cinnamon. Mine has to taste like alcohol, but that doesn’t seem to bother him.
He starts walking, and then he’s fumbling to open a door. We enter a room, and he slams the door shut with his foot. It’s pitch-black in here. And I groan that I won’t be able to see all of his tattoos. I’m not one of those women who are self-conscious about my body. Either you find it sexy or you don’t, so sex with the lights on has never bothered me.
We fall onto what I’m guessing is a bed, and all the air rushes out of my lungs when he pulls his lips from mine. I reach out aimlessly in the dark, grabbing at anything I can find. I feel his shirt, and I yank on it. He helps himself out of it, and then I hear a belt being undone followed by a zipper.
Fuck, yeah!
I rush to undo my pants and curse myself for wearing skinny jeans—they’re too tight and a pain to get off. My drunk ass limbs can’t move fast enough. But then I feel his hands on me, pushing, pulling, and then he’s on top of me. And he’s naked. My hands run over his large biceps and to his back, my fingertips running over waves of muscles as he flexes.
My pussy throbs in anticipation.
He slides a hand between my legs, and I arch my back. “Oh, God …” I trail off as he thrusts a finger into me, quickly followed by another. He doesn’t have to do much to get me ready, and I’m not in the mood for foreplay. I want to be fucked—held down, hair pulled, slap my ass and call me your good little slut, fucked!
I reach down between us and find his dick. My hand wraps around the base, and my fingers don’t even touch. My breathing comes faster as I run up his shaft. Holy shit! He’s packing. I could cry right now because this is what I needed. I have no doubt he knows how to use it.
He lowers his head to my chest, and I feel his breath on my neck when I start to stroke him. My mouth salivates at his thickness and length.
He lets out a moan, and I pause. Slowly, I run my thumb over the head, and I feel … is that metal? He’s pierced?