Page 79 of Evil King

“I do remember,” he said, as he dropped to the ground, “but if I get in that bed with you, I’m going to want to do things to you that my mom would hear and probably dislike. So I’ll sleep safely down here.” He raised a seductive eyebrow at me. “We will share the bed in the morning after she’s gone.”

A rush of excitement blasted through me at the thought, and I realized that Deon was probably right. We were better off in separate sleeping accommodations for the night. Not just because we may attract the wrong kind of attention from his mother, but because we also both legitimately needed to rest. It’d been quite a long couple of days for us both, and if we didn’t sleep, we’d start to lose the ability to function. So as much as I wanted to climb on the floor with Deon and try to sleep with him, I got on his bed and wrapped his blanket around me. Surrounded by Deon’s scent, my eyes started to feel heavy, and within a few minutes, I’d completely passed out.

A dreamless sleep was actually quite welcome. Ordinarily, I’d be dreaming of being with Deon, but now he wasn’t far from me, so I was more anxious to get back to my reality than to escape to a dream. My cell phone alarm went off, which would normally be waking me up for school, and it stirred me awake, though Deon snored right through it. I looked over the edge of the bed and snickered at the sight. He was completely tangled in the sheet, the pillow was halfway across the room, and sweetly, his hand was extended and hanging onto my foot.

Oh no. I was dangerously in love.

Despite being on the floor, he was knocked out like he was in a California king at the four seasons. He looked so cute that I could die, so I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures for keepsakes. I flipped through them happily until a light knock on the door pulled my attention away.

The door opened, and Ciara peeked her head in, then looked down at Deon and laughed. “Oh my.”

“I know,” I chuckled back.

“Well, four years of a prison bunk, and anything feels comfortable,” she said.

Guilt found me at that statement. “He told me what he did for me. I’m so sorry. I feel like it’s my fault.”

She shook her head. “If he felt you were so worth protecting, you must be very special. You’re together now. That’s what matters.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Thanks.”

“Do you think you two will go to school today?” she asked.

I imagined trying to deal with a whole day of stares, questions, and rumors, all while being worried about if Nathan was dead or not, and the thought alone made my head hurt. “Uh, no. Probably not.”

“I’ll call his parole officer on the way into work. He’s really nice. He should understand.”

“Good,” I said.

“Will you all go after Nathan?” she asked with a worried look on her face.

“Probably.”

She sighed. “Okay. I’d try to stop you, but I have a feeling I’d be unsuccessful.” I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. “Well, please just be careful. Keep him safe.”

I nodded. “I will. I promise.”

With that, Ciara crouched down, kissed Deon on the forehead, gave me one last smile, and then left. I turned my attention back to my phone, checking in with my parents and all the members of The Royal Court. No one had heard from Nathan or Nikita, but everyone had been briefed on what had taken place. Kyle, Brayden, and Jaxon were overseeing things getting cleaned up at the Loches with Alicia, and Colette had gone to Avery’s to sit and wait to hear from Nikita. Unexpectedly, Kyle sent a message saying that he considered me part of the court even if I wasn’t with Nathan, and everyone fired off agreements. I truly believed I would only walk away with Avery and Alistair, but it was beginning to look like I was going to luck out all around.

A gentle squeeze on my foot preceded Deon saying, “What ya smiling at?”

I looked down and met his warm gaze. “My friends.”

“Did they find Nathan?”

“Not yet.”

In a single, swift movement, Deon sat up off the floor, crawled up on the bed, and slid over me until I was on my back. He took my phone and set it off to the side, then set his lips on mine. Not much for morning greetings, I guessed.

Fine by me.

My fingers combed into his hair to pull him down even further as I parted my lips so that his tongue slid in. One of his big, heavy hands smoothed down my thigh and pulled my leg up to wrap around his back while his other worked in the opposite direction, up under my shirt to take one of my breasts in to squeeze. My bra never made it back on after our dalliances in the car the day before, which was working to our favor now. All Deon had to do was roll my long sleeved t-shirt up my torso and over my head to expose my entire upper half. He didn’t return to my lips after removing my shirt. He moved to take my breasts into his mouth, one at a time, alternating at delightful intervals to give both mounds appropriate attention.

Unlike our frantic, rushed movements in the car, the morning was our own, so Deon was taking his time. He let his hands wander all over my skin, and I mirrored his actions, crawling my hands under his shirt to pull it up and eventually off of his torso. I hadn’t gotten him totally shirtless in the car, just a layer down, but now, with his shirt off, I could see the colorful array of tattoos that covered his entire upper body from his neck down to his waist, a few of which even continued past the hem of his jeans. I wanted to study them more closely but became more interested in him climbing off the bed and removing his pants. Something else I hadn’t gotten the best view of in the car sprang out, and I thanked whatever god was listening for the beauty before me.

With an arousing strength, Deon grabbed my legs and suddenly pulled me to the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off my legs. He tossed them aside and then perched himself at my entrance before leaning down over me. He kissed me, once quickly, then another longer one.

“I love you,” he huffed to me quietly.

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