Page 9 of The Queen's Knights

She moans and shudders, but before I regain my senses, she moves down my body, a wild look in her eyes.

“I want you inside me,” she says, and by then I’m so dumbstruck I don’t have enough functioning brain cells to decide whether that’s a good idea. But it feels better than good when she shoves my waistband down, grips my cock, and presses my tip to her entrance.

Her wetness cools on my cheeks, but I’m too absorbed in watching my dick disappear into her tight heat to care. I just grab her hips and hold on, mesmerized by how fucking beautiful she is in this moment and how amazing she feels wrapped around me.

She stares down at me with a smile. “You are covered in me. You liked being smothered by my pussy, didn’t you?”

“Fucking loved it. Anytime you want a face to sit on, all you have to do is ask, my queen.”

She throws her head back with a breathy moan, bouncing her entire body on top of my dick. I can’t help myself, so I reach up and cup her breasts, overwhelmed by the privilege that I get to be the one to share this with her, to share the moment she finally grasped how much power she could have over a man.

I can’t imagine she can come again, but she does only moments later, which is all it takes for me to let loose as well. The world spins on its axis when our cries mingle and her pussy clamps tight around my cock. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive with pleasure, and when she leans over and kisses me again, I latch on, hungry for every ounce of attention she’s willing to give.

We keep kissing until our heartbeats slow and my cock softens inside her, but she remains splayed atop my chest, breathing rough and ragged.

“I needed that,” she says, then turns to rest her chin on her hands and look into my eyes. I still have no words, so I just lift both eyebrows. Then she adds, “I think you needed it too. God knows you earned it.”

“I’m only entitled to whatever attention you choose to give me. It feels good to be chosen, though.”

She lifts her head, frowning. “You’re a catch, Percy. I’ve monopolized your time for the better part of a year now, but never thought to ask about your love life. Or your social life, for that matter. Is there more to you besides working at Whitewood and being my bodyguard?”

“Does there need to be?” I ask, unsure whether I’m ready to go that deep with her. We’ve kept things professional until tonight, which means our conversations have always remained pretty formal too. The trust she has for me grew out of action, not words, and I’ve been grateful that she never dug deeper.

She studies me in silence for a moment, then presses her lips tighter together and shakes her head. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but it won’t stop me from wanting to know more. I get that just because a physical barrier has been broken between us doesn’t mean an emotional one will follow. But I genuinely like you—probably more than like—but I think we both know anything deeper requires deeper trust.”

I lift a hand to brush a strand of dark hair off her forehead, letting out a slow breath. “It isn’t lack of trust that holds me back so much as a sense of duty. At Whitewood, you learn to separate the physical from the emotional if you want to get the most out of the experience, but I don’t work that way. I care about you. If I didn’t, tonight would have never happened. I’d never have participated in the scene, and I definitely would have told you to go back to bed when you came to my door. If I don’t holdsomethingback, I’ll lose myself, and I’d be a pretty shitty bodyguard if I let that happen.”

“You have to keep one foot on the ground, is that what you’re saying?”

“Exactly.”

Her gaze tracks mine, but something in the new connection we just formed feels like it falters. She gives a short nod, then sighs as she slides off me. It’s all I can do not to reach for her and pull her back onto me, but she’s already up, slipping back into her nightgown and robe. A knot forms in my chest as I watch her put herself back together, her expression shuttered.

I’ve fucked up, but I’m not sure if I can fix it. Still, I yank my pajamas up again, then sit up and swing my legs off the side of the bed, reaching for her hand.

“You don’t have to go.”

Her eyebrows draw together and she emits a bitter laugh. “Don’t I?” Then she clenches her eyes shut and heaves a breath. “Fuck, I hate how I sound. I’m not mad at you. Just…”

“Disappointed.”

“Yeah,” she says. She looks resigned now, her shoulders sagging. She forces a smile, then and bends down to kiss me on the forehead. “Which I know is unfair to you, but it’ll pass.”

I slip my arms around her waist and pull her close, reveling in the way she holds my head against her chest, gently carding her fingers through my hair. If she hadanyclue how much I need exactly this, I fear she’d lose all respect for me, but I let myself savor the moment because I’m pretty sure she just lied to me. I had my chance, and I blew it because I was unwilling to really open up.

After too short a time, she pulls away, and I reluctantly let her go. She doesn’t look back as she opens the door, walks through, and closes it gently behind her. I stare at it for ages after she’s already gone.

ChapterSeven

Lance

Dr. Brennan is as stunning as ever at Tuesday’s Intro to Women’s and Gender Studies class, but something seems off.

It takes me the first fifteen minutes of her lecture to realize the easy familiarity that once existed between her and her assistant is gone. They both look tense, but Percy’s just as watchful as ever, though rather than his constant scanning of the students, I catch him staring athermost of the class. Once I even catch him blink and shake his head, mouthing a silent curse that I doubt he thinks anyone sees.

I’m usually transfixed by her alone, but ever since I happened upon the pair of them in a very unexpected locale over the weekend, I’ve been more than curious about them both. I suppose it stands to reason that after a guy sucks your dick, youmightwant to know a little more about him too.

The club was a discovery of a lifetime by itself, though, something I stumbled upon by accident that opened my eyes to a whole new world of adventure I never even considered I might be into.

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