Page 57 of Teasing a King

“And we both like the same beer.” His mouth moves lower to my jaw. “We’re both tall.”

I giggle as his stubble tickles my neck. Van leans back and looks at me. All the playfulness is gone from his expression and his blue eyes are locked on mine.

“We both love you,” he says.

Everything in me stills at his words. I don’t know how to respond.

“I’m so in love with you,” he says, his eyes still locked on mine.

My heart stutters in my chest, and I wonder if I heard him correctly. Did he say he loves me? The knowledge settles itself deep in my heart and joy surges through me. I open my mouth to speak, though I don’t know what I’d meant to say. Whatever it is doesn’t matter because Van kisses me again before I can speak. The kiss takes my breath along with my ability to form rational thoughts.

He moves slowly, but methodically, undressing me between brushes of his lips on my skin. By the time my shirt is gone, I’m lost in a haze of sensations. I gasp as his mouth closes over my nipple, the light scraping of his teeth a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

“Van,” I gasp, clutching him to me.

He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach as his hands slide my loose cotton pants down. My panties go with them, exposing me to his gaze. He smiles up at me.

“I love looking at you,” he says, lowering his mouth to my hip to deliver a biting kiss. “I love the way you taste.”

It’s all the warning I get before his tongue flicks out and licks the length of my pussy. I gasp and Van grips my thighs lightly. After all our time together, he knows exactly what I like. He knows how to interpret my every gasp and trembling breath. In no time, I’m writhing and panting, hovering on the edge of release.

“Van,” I gasp, my hips pressing forward as though I can’t get close enough to his mouth.

I feel his fingers slip inside me. That’s all it takes. My pussy spasms against his mouth and hand and I cry out with the force of my orgasm. When I come down, Van is ushering me back toward the bed. My body follows his commands, too wrung out from my orgasm to object. I pull him along with me, his body covering mine. Van is careful to hold himself above me with his arms as I open my legs and guide him inside me.

The first thrust of his hard cock inside me makes me gasp at the feeling of fullness. Van pauses for a moment to take my mouth in a searing kiss before he begins to move. He moves at a slow, steady pace, his gaze trained on mine as he fills me over and over. The tension inside me builds with each thrust, spreading outward from the place where our bodies are joined. I can see Van’s muscles straining as he fights to keep control.

“Mya.” Van’s voice is tight, strained. “I need you to come.”

His movements grow faster, less controlled. I know he’s close.

“Come for me. Now.”

The commanding tone in his voice pushes me over the edge, and I cry his name as I come. Van’s loud grunt mixes with my own gasps as he pours his release into me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mya

When Luke and I meet for lunch the next day, I can tell he’s not feeling great. After everything Van told me about their guy’s night out, I imagine he’s hungover. I feel for him. It’s been a while since I’ve been hungover, but I recognize the misery on my brother’s face.

“You look like I felt for the first 3 months of this pregnancy,” I say brightly. “How much did you drink last night?”

Luke looks like he might be sick. “Don’t ask. Too much.”

I suppress a laugh as we make our way to a booth in the back of the small café. A server brings us 2 glasses of water and a couple of laminated menus. Luke chugs half his water in seconds before letting out a breath.

“Better?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

He shakes his head the tiniest bit. “I think it might be worse, actually,” he says.

I give him a sympathetic smile. “Poor Luke,” I say. “You’d think a man of your advanced years would have learned not to over-indulge by now.”

He glares at me. “I’m less than 2 years older than you.”

I smile. “But not wiser, apparently.”

He rolls his eyes, then winces as if even that small act is painful.

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