Page 96 of The Billionaires' Prize

Like I might die without them. Which sounds dramatic, but when the alternative is truly living, it doesn’t seem sensational at all.

“No.” I shake my head, meeting Alex’s gaze. He makes my tummy all fluttery and soft. Having him so close, all those muscles pressed against me, that strong arm draped over my back, I feel utterly safe.

I want that forever, more than anything. But it’s not the sole reason for my answer.

“No?” Alex queries, his voice hard. He’s challenging me to make sure I’m being honest with myself and with them.

“No, I don’t want to be done with you. With any of you. But I don’t know what this is, and it scares me.” I glance down at my hands, where they’re tangled in my skirt. “There’s a lot that scares me.”

Gabe gets out of the car, and my heart drops.

Is he leaving?

But then he opens King’s door. “Let me in.”

“Wha—” Kingston slides toward me, wrapping an arm around my back and lifting me into his lap.

Alex drags the two of us into the middle of the seat as Gabe folds himself into the tiny space on Kingston’s other side. Thank goodness they turned the vibrator off.

They jostle me until the three of them are squeezed into the back seat, and I’m draped over their laps. Gabe closes the door, sealing us inside. The locks click into place, and for a moment, the only sound is my heartbeat drumming in my ears.

I don’t know how they’re not busting out of here like clowns in a comically small car. Alex is so damn broad. King’s shoulder is pinned behind Alex’s, but he doesn’t seem to notice. And Gabe is sort of angled against the door, my feet in his lap. His fingers coast up and down my calves.

“Thank goodness for tinted windows,” Alex murmurs.

“We’re gonna need a bigger vehicle,” Gabe mutters, twisting his long legs to make them fit.

“In Manhattan?” King chimes in. And then they’re buzzing about makes and models.

My heart cracks wide. They’re rearranging their lives for this. For me. For us.

There’s an us.

Ohmygod.

I reach overhead for the grab handle and contort myself until I’m angled toward them. The vibe presses tight against my clit, and it takes a considerable amount of willpower not to wiggle around and find the best angle. More friction.

Almost as if he’s reading my mind, Alex wraps an arm behind my back, supporting my upper body. But I ignore the teasing toy and burrow closer to him, the chill and anxiety falling away.

“Better?” Alex murmurs.

“So much better.”

This is the most comfortable and uncomfortable position ever. My ass is on King’s thigh, my feet are in Gabe’s lap, and I’m safe in Alex’s arms. They touch me constantly, almost subconsciously, as they argue about liters and tailgates. Foreign versus domestic.

Alex grunts and adds his two cents about which ones he can get bulletproof glass for.

I spiral into a state of utter bliss as I watch the three of them form a friendship before my eyes. Who knew Kingston knew so much about cars?

“Yeah, that could tow a boat,” Gabe says, thumb tracing lazy circles around my ankle.

“Do you have a boat?” King asks.

Gabe shrugs. “I could buy one. Do you like boats, Princess?”

“She likes my boat,” King answers, shooting me a smirk.

That saucy smile reaches deep, spiking me with joy. I do like his boat. The freedom and the wind in my hair. Mostly, I enjoy that King loves it.

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