Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,68

gasp when his thumbs brush over my nipples through my lacy bra. I moan as his tongue swirls around the pointed tips. I brace my hands on the counter and lean back, allowing Kingston better access as his mouth ventures south.

“Kiss me,” I pant.

He sucks on the skin right below my belly button, making my pussy throb. “I am kissing you.”

"Fuck." I throw my head back as he undoes my jeans and licks right above my panties' top seam.

“I’m about two seconds away from pulling my dick out and joining the party.”

I scream at the sound of Bentley’s deep voice. “Holyshitballfuck!”

Kingston instantly shields me with his body, so I have to peek over his shoulder to see Bentley. "What the fuck, man? Ever hear of a thing called privacy?"

Bentley scoffs. “First of all, you left the goddamn door open. Again. And we could easily hear you because you’re right across the hall. Secondly, I’m beginning to think one or both of you has some kind of freaky bathroom fetish. Third, it’s my fucking house.” He meets my eyes and shoots me a cheeky wink. “Hot bra, Jazz. I especially like the see-through feature.”

I blush as Kingston growls under his breath. A muscle jumps in Kingston’s jaw as he and Bentley stare each other down. There’s too much damn testosterone in this small space. It’s giving me all sorts of ideas I have no business thinking. Like, you know, inviting Bentley in and telling him to lock the door behind him.

“Leave, Bent,” Kingston grits out. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Bentley’s eyes travel back to mine. “Is that what you want, Jazz?”

“Uh...” My face is probably twice as red now. Why is it so damn hot all of a sudden?

Bentley grins. "I don't know, man, it seems like our girl here might want me to stick around." He's talking to Kingston, but his gaze is still locked on me.

Kingston steps forward and slams his hand into Bentley’s chest, shoving him backward. “Fuck off, Fitzgerald.”

“Ditto, asshole,” Bentley spits out.

Jesus, this needs to stop. I hate knowing I’m the cause of this rift between them.

I bend down to pick up my shirt and quickly pull it over my head. “Look, no need to hang out in here anymore.”

Bentley spins around and stomps into the game room.

Kingston’s nostrils flare as he scowls. “You’re not fucking helping the situation, you know. What am I supposed to do when you act like you wanted him to stay?”

I yank the zipper up and button my jeans. “Who said I was acting?”

Damn it. Did I really say that out loud?

His lips thin as he scans my face for something. “Just fucking forget it. Let’s get this over with.”

Kingston leaves the bathroom with me trailing behind. When we return to the game room, it's as if the air got sucked out of the room. There’s so much tension between Kingston and Bentley, it’s putting me on edge.

Bentley grabs the glass pipe in front of him and lights up the bowl. After taking a huge hit, he says, “Let’s fucking get this over with. Shall we? I’m sure Kingston is anxious to get his dick wet.”

I cringe as Kingston drops onto the opposite end of the couch, leveling his friend with a vicious glare. I purposely take the seat next to Reed, which happens to be across the room from the other two. I don’t know what Kingston has to share with us, but one thing’s for sure, this conversation is going to be super awesome.

Not.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JAZZ

The scotch Kingston and Bentley had consumed earlier kicked in shortly after the bathroom incident, plus they smoked a little weed, so thankfully, the testosterone has been taken down several notches. Both men are so large that they still fully have their wits about them—unlike someone with a much smaller stature—but they've chilled out quite a bit. Reed's the only one who is completely sober, but he looks ready to fall on his face.

“Welp, I’m out,” Reed says. “You guys have fun.”

“Later, man,” Kingston and Bentley say in unison.

“See ya,” I mutter as Reed’s halfway out the door.

I head to the bar and mix myself another vodka cran. I know I said I wouldn't drink tonight, but after learning all that shit about the police corruption, on top of all the other fucked up shit going on with Preston and Charles, all I want to do is drown my sorrows. I've only had two drinks, so I'm barely buzzed, but I need more to