Page 79 of Kings & Chaos

Didn’t want to unsee it.

My cunt was like a fucking Formula 1 car revving its engine at the starting line.

The Kings clearly approved of my outfit, and I smiled at everyone else, catching Claire’s gaze and hoping she knew how much I appreciated her friendship.

After that, the night was a swirl of activity. I accepted shots from anyone who offered, feeling safe in no small part because I was with the Kings, and whether or not I’d consciously admitted it, I finally trusted them to keep me that way.

The alcohol loosened what was left of my inhibitions, and I danced with Claire, Erin, and Quinn and almost forgot my tits and ass were hanging out for everyone to see. And every time I looked for the Kings, they were looking back. There were at least twenty ridiculously hot girls at the party, all of them almost naked, but the Kings’ attention never wavered.

It would have been creepy if it wasn’t such a fucking turn-on.

Rock had supervised the catered food, and I stuffed my face with artisan pizza, heirloom eggplant parm in homemade sauce, and enough garlic knots to do my Nana Russo proud.

Then came the cake, a three-tiered beauty with white icing, fresh pink peonies, gilded chocolate shavings, and organic strawberries and fresh whipped cream in the center.

Rock had been right, it was magnificent, and I felt like a slutty princess as everyone sang “Happy Birthday,” the cake’s 2-0 candles casting everything in a soft glow, Oscar snapping pictures like he was he fucking paparazzi.

Rock insisted on cutting the cake so I wouldn’t have to do it (“the birthday girl doesn’t work at her own party, kitten”). He gave me the first giant piece, but I waited until the music came back on, everyone else scattering around the house with their plates, to take a bite so we could enjoy it together.

I took one bite and was transported to heaven. It was pure bliss, the yellow cake so delicate it melted on my tongue, the sweet strawberries standing out against the silky whipped cream.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “This is… the best cake I’ve ever had.”

I opened my eyes to find Oscar teasing his lip ring with his tongue, his gaze so hot it I felt like I might spontaneously combust, while Rock stared at my mouth.

“Fuck this,” Rock said, setting down his plate and grabbing my hand. He took the plate out of my hands and set it on the island, then pulled me toward the back staircase.

“Hey, I was eating that!” I protested.

“Bring the cake, Oscar,” Rock ordered without slowing his steps.

I looked back and watched as Oscar lifted the entire top tier off the cake before following us up the stairs.

Chapter30

Willa

Rock dragged me down the hall to Oscar’s room while Oscar trailed behind us with the top tier of my birthday cake.

“Wait,” I said, “why are we going to Oscar’s room?”

Rock pulled me through the door and Oscar entered behind us. He set the cake down on one of the nightstands, then lifted his camera off his neck and set that down too.

“Why not?” Oscar asked.

I narrowed my eyes at them. “You drew straws, didn’t you?”

“Flipped a coin,” they said in unison.

I cocked my head. “What if I don’t want to play right now? I’ll miss the rest of my party.”

Oscar came to stand on the other side of me, trailing a hand over my shoulder and down my back. He took a fistful of my ass and squeezed. ‘Give us ten minutes. I think we can convince you.”

Rock barked out a laugh. “Shit, give me five.”

I’d already lost this bet. My pussy was soaked at the prospect of finally having Rock and Oscar together, my nipples hard with anticipation.

“I’m willing to be… convinced,” I said, my breath catching in my throat as Oscar’s hand slid between my thighs from behind.

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