Page 8 of Dark King (Advantage Play 2)

I laugh softly. “Wow? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just surprised he told you that. Only a small handful of people know about D’s little brother. And by small, I mean small. He must like you.”

Looking back on our conversation in the car, I feel a sense of peace and camaraderie that is rare in friendships. One I plan on cultivating with Diece if he’ll let me.

“I hope so. I really like him too.”

“Not too much, I hope,” he grumbles.

With a flirtatious smile, I press my luck. “Is someone jealous?”

His bright green eyes turn darker, and a playful Kingston leans forward then bites my neck, sending tingles straight to my toes.

“Maybe,” he returns. With our fronts plastered together, Kingston starts planting slow, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and jaw, leading back to my mouth where he slips his tongue between my lips. He tastes so damn good, it’s not even funny, and I suck him deeper into my mouth, savoring his unique taste like aged whiskey.

“Mmm,” I moan, tilting my head up as he breaks our mouths apart and continues his assault on my body. “I think I like jealous Kingston.”

With a soft, deliberate roll of his hips, I can feel his excitement on my stomach, and I hold my breath in response, squeezing my eyes closed and soaking up the elusive moment I was afraid I’d never have again after my screw up from earlier.

“I think he likes you too,” Kingston breathes huskily.

Throwing my head back, I let out a breathy laugh before Kingston grabs the back of my head with one hand and kisses me like it’s his dying wish. My amusement from seconds ago is replaced with heated lust as I let my instincts take over. The feel of his rough hands tangling in my hair. The sweet taste on my tongue. The powerful muscles pressed against my chest––the need oozing from every pore on Kingston’s body.

It makes me feel powerful. Wanted. Needed.

And those damn feelings from before are back with full-force, refusing to be ignored.

With one hand still tangled in my locks and holding me in place, his other hand slides down my back and grabs my ass, squeezing the muscle until I’m sure it’ll form bruises in the shape of his fingertips. But the physical contact only leaves me wanting more. And when his fingers graze the apex of my thighs, I gasp on contact.

Pulling away, he looks down at me with a wicked grin. “Do you like that, Wild Card?”

I roll my eyes and tug him closer. “And here I thought you were the smart one. Didn’t think I’d need to walk you through this, but—”

He cuts me off with another kiss before pressing his fingers against me all over again. My smartass response disappears into thin air, and a low growl escapes King when he unbuttons the top of my jeans and finds me hot and ready.

“Shit, Ace,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, grabbing his wrist and urging him to continue.

With a slow curve of his fingers and a quirk of his lips, he mutters, “Not a chance in hell.”

Minutes later, the orgasm rushes through me like a tsunami, hitting everywhere at once and spreading like wildfire along with a flurry of emotions that leave me breathless. Once the waves of pleasure have subsided, and I’m busy gasping for air, he pulls his hand from my jeans and licks his fingers, his gaze still heated with lust. And maybe something else too, but I can’t quite place what the emotion is, though I’m afraid it’s shining in my eyes too.

I watch in fascination, speechless until he puts his freshly cleaned fingers into the belt buckle loops around my waist and jerks me closer, planting a soft last kiss against me.

Whatever this is? It’s real, and I think I’m sick of fighting it. He says that I’m his, and I think I’m ready to admit that he’s mine too.

“Good talk?” he jests.

With a laugh, I joke, “Yeah. Good talk.”

Chapter Six

Ace

I sleep in a spare bedroom. I don’t know why, and it probably has something to do with the fit I threw about needing my own life and space, but Kingston ordered Diece to put my stuff in a room across the hall from his. Maybe it’s a good thing. I mean, moving in together when I’ve barely admitted to myself that I’m okay being owned by him? I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of moving too fast.

But it didn’t stop me from tossing and turning all night, wishing he was there to hold me and keep my nightmares of Diece’s brother at bay.

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