Page 26 of Kneeling for Them
I tug on his shoulder until he lowers his head closer to mine, then I whisper, “I look forward to that…Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he growls, then kisses me, pulling my body against his so I’m surrounded in his strength and heat.
“King,” Sebastian says, “we should go.We’re starting to attract attention.”
Sebastian’s car is idling at the curb, so the three of us climb into the back seat.I glance through the window to see that onlookers had gathered during my kiss with Kingston.
Let them look.I fight the urge to flip them all off, because it seems half the world is interested in watching me.Fuckers, all of them.Especially Bryan.
Sebastian’s driver takes us down Caro Boulevard and stops in downtown San Esteban, which is the cutesy, touristy part of the city.Are we going somewhere fancy?Should I have worn a dress?I don’t realize I’m squeezing Sebastian’s hand until he squeezes gently back.
“It’s okay, princess,” he says.“We’re going to have fun.”
We get out of the car and the men walk on either side of me.They don’t hold my hands, but that’s okay.I don’t know, entirely, if I’m ready to display affection with both of them at the same time in public.There were those two kisses outside of my apartment one time, though, and I didn’t mind those.
I’m relieved when we reach Valentina’s, an Italian restaurant famous for its creative pizzas.Nice and casual.My clothes won’t make me stand out at all here.
“Does this look good to you?”Kingston asks me.
I nod.“It looks great.”
It smells great, too.Even from out here, I can pick up aromatic garlic and Italian seasonings.We step through the door.Kingston and I move to the side so Sebastian can tell the host his name for a reservation.
The host nods and Sebastian beckons Kingston and me forward.We follow the host through the dining room.
People stare.I didn’t think it would bethatweird to walk into a restaurant with two men, because it’s not as if we’re telegraphing that the three of us are in a relationship.But the looks and the double-takes are a lot more than I’d expected.
It isn’t until Sebastian shakes his head at someone who’s holding up her phone for a picture that I realize—it isn’t that we’re going out as a throuple, but that Sebastian is here, and he’s famous.
The host leads us to a table.Our waiter shows up as soon as we’re seated.The whole ordering process is a blur, because I’m hyperconscious of everyone staring at us.
“How do you get over this?”I ask Sebastian.“Or maybe you don’t?”
He frowns.“Usually, I don’t care very much.But you’re here, and I don’t like them making you uncomfortable.Do you want to leave?”
“No,” I say.“I’m good.”
But I have to admit to myself that I feel like I’m sitting on a stage as I lift my water glass to my lips—like this date has now become a performance.
Still, we enjoy an excellent meal.The guys tell me about a hiking trip they took to South America last year, and how Kingston’s rusty Spanish nearly got them jailed for selling drugs, when he was only trying to ask for medicine for a migraine.It sounds terrifying, but we’re all laughing.
“Nothing like a little bit of terror to make things more exciting, right?”Kingston says.
“So true,” I say, sitting back in my chair, stuffed.
“Do you like being scared?”Sebastian asks me, and the words have new meaning.
“Not like…in a sex way,” I say.“A horror movie, sure, if I’m in the mood for it.But for the bedroom?Nah.”
“Pain is fine, though,” he says.
I feel myself blushing.“Yeah.”
“And a little embarrassment.Being pushed to your limits.”
“I—I don’t know.”
Kingston reaches over to touch my cheek.“Your blush gets me so fucking hard, little girl.”
