Page 67 of Kings of Lust
‘Come and tuck me in?’ I gave him my most seductive smile, running my palms against my needy breasts, hoping he’d come to replace them with his own.
I didn’t even get to see his reaction as my eyes were getting foggy and the image of the room was diminishing into a tiny colored dot. But I felt him getting into bed, next to me, molding the shape of his taut chest against my backline. One of his arms fastened around my waist, securing me in place no matter how hard I struggled to break free and face him.
‘Don’t you want me?’ I whined, feeling totally abandoned in the moment. I needed to be loved, in any way possible.
‘On the contrary,’ he joined his lips with the back of my neck, opening his palm to cup one of my breasts.
‘Then?’ I demanded an answer for him denying me the possession of the hot shapes of his body.
‘Then... I told you. We’ll talk when you sober up. And stop grinding your ass over my cock. I don’t know how long I can stop it from breaking free,’ he muttered, letting his body relax a little so he could go to sleep.
I recognized there was no way around this, so after a little more tossing and turning, I glued myself onto him and found a comfy sleeping position of my own. My back snuggled against his chest as my hips arched again to make sure he’ll have sweet dreams. I wasn’t going to be the only one aroused and unattended.
‘You’re going to give me blue balls by the morning and I swear I’ll make you pay for it as soon as possible.’ His threat was the last thing I heard as the blur spread inside my mind and took me into a different world.
Morning came, and so did a pair of lips to fuse with my own moving gently, though not gently enough to not interfere with my headache. I couldn’t hold back a soft moan asahand sneaked beneath the sheets searching for the roundness of my breast while a strongsetof arms were drawing my back closer to Brax’s chest, alerting me of his morning mood.
I purred like a lazy cat, still fighting to open my eyes and defeat the booze living inside my head. Though something wasn’t adding up. The kiss seemed different from Brax’s. Not different— bad, but just different ‘Cole!?’ I snapped open my eyes, thinking I wasn’t seeing straight.
Fuck, the lips and the hand over my breast weren’t Brax’s. But the annoyed voice behind me, was ‘Cole, get the fuck out of here before I shoot you.’
‘I was just having some morning fun!’ Cole laughed, giving me another peck on the lips then withdrawing his hand.
‘Go havemorning funin your fucking room. You’re interrupting my sleep.’ Brax was definitely not a morning person, and judging by my headache neither was I.
‘Just make sure Bea wakes up. We leave in an hour,’ Cole spoke leaving the room.
Not before Brax called after him ‘Bring back an orange juice if you don’t want her throwing up in your car on the way there.’
I could certainly see his point, though the volume of his voice was hitting me straight into the brain like a sharp hot pin.
‘Shit, how much did I have to drink?’ I asked, trying to raise myself somehow in a sitting position while keeping a sheet on to cover myself.
‘Not that much. What do you remember from last night?’
Was that a trick question? Because the parts I did remember I couldn’t actually say out loud, at least not without blushing with the shame of my idiocy.
‘I had a drink, then went outside to cool down. I think Ferris came after me and...’
‘And!?’
‘I remember me and Ferris kissed, then... then I was in your bathroom...,’ as I was retelling the events I was getting confused about what really happened.
‘I think Ferris drugged you,’ Brax spoke while pulling up his pants.
‘What do you mean drugged me? Why would he do that?’
‘For fun. How should I know why?’
‘It doesn’t make sense. He already has the same deal as you do. It’s not like I could refuse any of his requests.’
‘Maybe it’s not refusing, but willingly agreeing to it. Or maybe I’m just fucking hallucinating. Just drop it and get dressed. Cole will be back in any minute.’
But I couldn’t drop it, and he wasn’t hallucinating. He was giving me a warning and it was about time I listened. Brax was right. Vanya was right too. And as terrible as I may have felt admitting it, Ferris did have a request that I would never willingly agree to. He wanted to have sex on the balcony, at the edge between life and death. He would need to force it out of me, and that would break everything we’d built.
But drugging me!? That seemed so wickedly extreme even for him. That would tear apart any connection we had.
‘Brax, why didn’t you.... You know...?’
