Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,71

I’m tired of feeling numb.

I’m just so. Fucking. Tired.

Kingston’s eyes lock on Bentley’s before giving his friend an almost imperceptible nod. If I wasn’t watching him so carefully, I would’ve missed it.

Kingston takes my arms and raises them straight above my head. His fingers curl under the hem of my shirt, briefly clenching the material in his fists before lifting it over my head. He pops the button on my pants next, waiting for permission to continue. I slide the zipper down and push them over my hips, wordlessly giving him the green light. Bentley groans as Kingston crouches down, first removing my shoes one by one, then my socks, then finally, my pants. I’m left standing in my bra and panties, while both men are still fully dressed.

Kingston gently wipes my remaining tears away before leaning down to whisper in my ear. "If this is what you need right now, we'll take care of you, but you have to be sure Jazz. You can't take it back. I don't want you to regret this."

I honestly don’t know if I’m going to regret this come morning. Or what exactly is about to happen. But what I do know is that life is unpredictable. Life is short. I’m unsure of many things, but I’ve never felt safer than in their arms. And the one thing I’m most certain of? Kingston and Bentley will give me what I so desperately need right now: They’ll make me feel alive.

I give Kingston a single nod. “I’m sure.”

A low rumble sounds in Kingston's chest before he pulls back slightly. Our eyes meet, and we have one of those strange, wordless conversations we're so good at. I'm telling Kingston it's time for him to take charge because I don't want to think; I only want to feel. He tells me he knows where my boundaries lie better than I do, and he promises not to let anyone cross them, least of all me.

Bentley is watching us on bated breath, waiting to see his role in all of this. The bulge in his pants reflect his excitement, but his mocha eyes are filled with curiosity. Astonishment.

Kingston takes a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes. When he opens them, they're filled with determination as he reaches one arm behind his neck and removes his t-shirt. Then, he grabs my face and kisses the shit out of me until I'm breathless and aching. At some point, Kingston beckons Bentley closer, and I sigh against Kingston's mouth as Bentley's bare chest warms my back. I have no idea when he took his shirt off, but the feeling of being sandwiched between these two men, skin to skin, is indescribable. Bentley's fingertip trails down my sides, eliciting a full-body shiver. When he reaches the curve of my ass, a groan is ripped from his throat as he palms my cheeks with both hands.

“Fuck, Jazz.” Bentley’s tone is adoring. Reverent.

I break my kiss with Kingston and turn to face Bentley. With slow deliberation, I slide my hands up the firm muscles of his arms until my fingers are linked behind his neck. “Hi.”

Bent’s sexy as fuck dimples pop out when a grin stretches across his face. “Hey, Jazzy.”

Bentley cups my face with both hands, slowly pulling me closer, giving me plenty of chances to back out. When I rise up on my toes to close the remaining gap, Bentley breathes out a curse as our lips meet. I moan when he slides his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Bentley's lips are soft, yet demanding. Firm yet pliable. I can taste the liquor on his tongue, the faint notes of spiced plums hitting my taste buds.

Kingston’s belt buckle clangs as it hits the ground. He releases the clasp of my bra and pushes down the straps, freeing my breasts. I whimper into Bentley’s mouth as Kingston’s hands find my boobs, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, with the perfect balance between pleasure and pain.

I keep one hand on the back of Bentley’s neck and hook the other behind Kingston’s neck. When I break away from Bentley, I immediately step into Kingston and claim his mouth again. He lifts me off my toes as he kisses me with even more ferocity than before. I’m sure he can taste Bentley on my lips, and now his inner caveman is trying to assert its claim.

I hear the telltale signs of Bentley removing his own pants, and a quick peek proves me