Page 43 of Revenge of a Queen

“I’m gonna need you to make a point before I get stabby, pretty boy,” I huff out trying to stifle my embarrassment.

“Marcus is,” Lincoln starts pausing to try to find the right word.

“A manwhore,” Jace finishes for him and I grimace.

“Seriously?” Lincoln asks him but he just shrugs in response so Lincoln continues.

“Look Elle, Marcus has slept around but that was before. He wouldn’t do shit like that now, but now he is dealing with something he has never had to before.”

“What's that?” I ask with concern.

“Blue balls,” Jace pipes up with a smirk and Lincoln hits him in the head but he just laughs.

“Look, princess, Marcus wants to respect you and wait until you are ready for the next step, virgins can be tricky,” he adds, with another shrug.

“I --” I start but have no idea what to say so I try again, “And if I am ready?” I ask quietly and he smiles big.

“Oh, then you have come to the right place, pretty lady, I’ve got plenty of advice for you to get under his skin,” he winks.

I roll my eyes, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, you just got to ramp up your hotness,” he says like it's simple.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“You know, like all this,” he gestures to my body, “but more.”

“I don’t understand,” I look down at my body and back to him and he huffs out a breath.

“Okay, Elle, how fucking dense are you? Look at you. You’re so hot you’re like fucking fire.”

I squirm slightly under his glare when Lincoln speaks, “He’s right, you’re beautiful, Elle, and you guys have history so can you imagine how hard it is for him to control himself around you?”

“So hard,” Jace says with an exaggerated wink and I laugh.

“You are such a dick,” I mock punch his arm and he laughs in return, “but,” I add pausing, “tell me what to do?” I ask and Lincoln groans as Jace starts excitedly bouncing up and down in his seat.

“Yes,” he says turning to face me fully, “first lose these,” he pulls at the fabric of my oversized hoodie. “He needs to see the skin to crave it, sweetheart,” then he tugs on my ponytail, “also this, let it down, your hair has to be down for us to pull it,” he winks again, and I blush harder, yet I can’t imagine having this conversation with anyone else.

I look towards the door quickly before I ask my next question, “Do you have any tips?” I say quietly and he smirks.

“Lincoln is your guy for that, he knows his way around a guy better than I do,” he says leaning past me to pat his shoulder.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Lincoln replies.

“I’ve seen you suck a dick, your technique is flawless,” Jace says, jumping up onto his knees and leaning over me, to mimic sucking a dick to Lincoln, just as Ash enters the room. He takes one look at us and turns back around and leaves.

We burst out laughing at his retreating frame. I often wondered if I was missing out only having Marcus and Ash as friends when I was younger. People would find it weird that I never hung around with girls but all I felt was lucky. I feel that way again now having them both by my side and ever better my little group has grown and has two more amazing guys in it.

Our laughter is interrupted with an alert going off on Lincoln's iPad at the same time Marcus comes back in.

Lincoln picks up the tablet and quickly scans whatever is on his screen before cursing, “Fuck.”

I immediately sit up straight at the tone of his voice and the look on his face, “What is it?”

He looks at Marcus before he speaks to me, “Movement down at the docks, we have got a couple of people watching it and they just heard a new shipment is coming in,” I can tell by how serious he is being that I am not going to like what he says next.

“Twelve girls no older,” he pauses, “no older than eighteen.”

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