Page 17 of The Billionaires' Prize

Kingston stills, his eyes locking with mine, and he cocks his head ever so slightly. There’s a crackle of interest and attraction.

Katherine returns empty-handed, her gaze immediately falling to a garment bag draped over the couch near Kingston’s hip. “You brought your tux.”

She knows the bag on sight? It’s nondescript. Just how close are they?

“Of course.”

Her fingertips ghost across the fabric. “I’m sorry I missed that.” She shoots a quick frown his way.

“What is this, Kat?” He swirls his finger in a circle, gesturing to all of us.

Wordlessly, she picks up the bag, carries it down the hall, and tucks it behind a door. When she returns, I narrow my gaze. She’s searching for words and not looking at any of us.

Oh hell. Is this the part where she kicks Alex and me to the curb? Now that her bestie is back? The guy she’s always wanted.

“I don’t know.”

Alex stands to the side, and I can feel him crawling into his shell, strengthening the walls around his heart.

“It’s not like I planned any of this.” She curls an arm around her middle, clasping the opposite elbow.

Kingston pushes away from the couch and stalks to the wall of windows. The afternoon light slants in, making his golden tan and hair glow.

That’s not the answer he wanted, but she’s telling the truth. Hell, I’m not sure that this isn’t gonna blow up in my face, but I know what I want. More of her. More watching her take my best friend’s cock. More of everything she’ll give us.

“What do you want?” I ask, staring at Kingston.

“That’s a bit personal, don’t you think?”

It’s my turn to cross my arms over my chest. “Like walking up to your best friend and playing tonsil hockey?”

He whirls my way, his expression tight, and clamps his hands over his hips. “Look, man, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. This is between me and Katherine.”

My feet move as if they have a mind of their own, carrying me toward him. I pause between the massive, low-slung coffee tablepiled high with books, plants, and a candle as thick around as Alex’s thigh and the TV. My girl has great taste. Hanging on the wall is a monster flat screen no thicker than a stack of cards.

I return my attention to Kingston.

“Not anymore, it’s not. You left, guy.” I shove my hands in my pockets.

He shoots Katherine a pained look but then turns his attention my way, moving a few steps closer across the thick, patterned rug. His hands drop from his hips like he wants to be ready for a confrontation, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a violent bone in his body.

Passionate, sure.

“I had my reasons. Katherine understands.”

“Doesn’t mean she should just wait around for you to change your mind.”

His head jerks back like I just gave him an uppercut to the chin.

“I’m not trying to pour salt into the wound, man. I promise. But if you’re hoping that we’re just going to walk away, I don’t see that happening.”

“Really?” Katherine’s voice is soft and so hopeful it makes me want to give her the moon.

What the fuck?

I look at Alex, who gives me a small nod. “He’s in. I’m in.”

“In what? You’re going to date them both?” Kingston asks Katherine, voice rising with disbelief. But not with judgment, so that’s something.

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