but I have a feeling that maybe New Orleans is where one of The Brother’s family is. Or maybe they just prefer it here.
King has been cryptic since that night, and aside from always having a hand or something on me when we’re in public, he’s not been around me much, which has been ideal, because I wanted to be able to think about what he was offering. Which is something I still don’t know.
“Dove!” King swipes open the curtain of my room, just as I’m reaching for my clothes. I’m standing in my bra and panties and nothing else.
“Wow, couldn’t you knock?”
He cuts his glare to me, running his eyes up and down my body. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
My chest rises and falls. The more time I spend with King, the more I see him open. He has a hard shell, one that, as far as I’m concerned, no one has been able to so much as scratch the surface of, but there are times, small times, where I see him struggle with something internally.
“Thanks,” I mumble, rolling my eyes. “Why is it that when you’re not yelling at me, you’re scolding me.”
His hands come to the back of my thighs, and I squeal out in shock as he picks me up from the ground. “I yell a lot,” he grunts out, biting my lip. “But you scream a lot more.” His smirk presses against my mouth.
“What are we doing, King?” I ask, searching his eyes.
He groans, rolling his head back, before coming back to me. “Why does there have to be a thing? Why can’t we just go with it?” Maybe because when people ‘just go with it’ that’s how they get hurt…
I shrug. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know where we draw the line between yelling at each other and sleeping together.”
He seems to ponder my words, his fingers flexing around my thighs. The edges of his sharp jaw tense. “Alright,” he answers, hiking me up higher. I squeeze my legs around his waist. “How about this. No strings and no label.”
I groan, my head tilting back. Gripping onto his hair, my eyes narrow. “So, this thing. You can sleep with other people?”
He pauses, his eyes slanting. “I don’t fuck girls easily.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I release his hair, and then I wish I didn’t, because now it’s standing messily over his head like a “just fucked” monster. My just fucked monster. Why am I considering this? I need my head checked. This man is dangerous. But he’s also very good in bed. And he hasn’t hurt me. Yet. I sound dumb.
He throws me onto my bed. “It means that I don’t fuck just anyone. I’m in control of myself. Are you?” he asks, his head tilting to the side.
“What? Of course I am. And what about Val?” I couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of my mouth.
He chuckles, his hands coming to my ankles to drag me down the bed until I’m half hanging off. Both his fists sink into either side of my head. He presses himself against me. “Why do you care about Val and me?”
“There’s a you and Val?” I tilt my head.
“Fuck no,” he answers. “She’s the least of your worries.”
“Oh, that’s reassuring, King. Please do go on.”
His eyes narrow, his head shaking. “You’re insane.”
I shrug, coming up to my elbows. “Maybe.” I wrap my legs around his waist and push him down on top of me. “But you’re the exact same.”
His lips crash onto mine, and he’s tearing my clothes off again.
“Wait!” I push on his chest.
He growls. Straight up growls like I’ve interrupted his feast. “What?”
“You came in here for something. What was it?”
“To tell you that we’re here.” He shrugs, before he’s biting down on my skin again, and I’m moaning his name.
He stands from the bed, removing his shirt and his jeans, pushing them down to his feet. His cock is heavy in his hand as he pumps it softly. “I need those lips around my cock, Little Bird, and I need them on there now.”
I shuffle to the edge of the bed and wrap my fingers around his thickness. Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I roll my tongue over his tip, flicking his piercing softly.
He groans, his head tipping back as he buries his fingers in my thick mane. I can feel him down my throat as I struggle for air, desperate intakes after