Raiden (The Kent Brothers #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,68

someone to cook for us.”

“Perfect. Gemini and I found a makeup artist who will come in next week. We’re on the move.”

“Great. I’ll meet you back in our room in a few.” His suggestive tone had me hurrying out of there.

“Hey,” Gem called out. “Where are you running off to? I thought we were planning this thing out.”

“Yeah, about that. Can we do it later today? Or after our move?” I was eager to get naked with my man.

“Hmm. Someone seems distracted.”

My face heated, so it was a dead giveaway. “You might say that.”

“Get out of here, oh horny one.”

“I’m not horny.”

“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t fool me.” Her laugh followed me out of the room. I skipped down the hall like a little kid until I got to my door. When I slipped the key card in, the door opened and a hand gripped my wrist. It happened so fast, a squeal ripped out of me. I found myself on the bed with Raiden’s mouth ravaging mine.

His scruff scraped my neck as he kissed the place where my neck joined my shoulder. It was so erotic, a wild moan escaped me. Not waiting for me to take off my shirt, his hands grasped either side, and he tore it right down the middle. I didn’t care. Cool air grazed my hot skin, and the contrast had goose bumps raising everywhere. He placed his mouth over a nipple before he removed my bra. The sensation was indescribable. Lace rubbed my sensitive nipple as he sucked hard and my hand automatically reached between my thighs.

“No touching. Only I can do that.”

I mewled my disappointment. I ached so badly; it was close to being unbearable. “I need you inside.”

Releasing my nipple, he lowered himself to pull off my pants. Then he hovered over my mound and placed his entire mouth over it.

“Ohhhhh.”

He pushed my legs high, spreading them.

“More,” I begged. “I need more.”

My breath was ragged, but I knew he would drag this out. He finally tugged at my thong until it snapped. The man enjoyed ruining my panties. It was fine because he always replaced them. Now that I was bared to him, his tongue dove deep inside and swiped at my clit repeatedly. I was dripping with want… need. His scruff added that extra friction where I liked it and I moaned out my orgasm, telling him I needed him inside.

He complied at last. Flipping me onto my knees, his hands held my hips as he drove deep inside, sending shock waves roaring throughout me. His cock plunged in and out, over and over, as I sensed another climax coming on.

When it hit, his teeth scraped my shoulder, as my muscles massaged an orgasm out of him, draining him.

“Fuck, Scottie, you’re killing me.” He flipped me onto my back again and ran his hands over me, flicking my nipples. “I was wrong about you. You are a fucking queen, not a princess.”

“Then we’re quite a couple because you are the king of cocks.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Raiden

Our group settled into the new house later that day. To call it a house was a misnomer. It was a mansion. There were two wings divided by a center staircase. We gave one side to Acer and Isla so they could spread out with the baby. Mom, Dad, and Liv also moved into that side.

Cruze, Gemini and Drex, and Scottie and I had the other half. There were twelve bedrooms, six on each side, so there was plenty of room for everyone.

The basement held a spacious wine cellar, and we created two separate spaces for the so-called prisoners. It was luxurious by any standards. They had beds, TVs, and they even had bathrooms down there.

The brat, as we’d named her, had toys, coloring books, dolls, and anything a kid could want. But all she did was whine for a computer, which was off-limits. Her mother’s voice was constantly hoarse from screaming at us. We all agreed it would be a relief to get them out of here. They were both most unpleasant.

That night, we sat around the table eating the dinner the moms cooked, since we couldn’t get anyone here until the weekend.

“This is delicious. Thank you for cooking,” Gemini said to both of them.

They nodded, and everyone chimed in with their thanks. Then we began talking business.

Mom jumped into the conversation, “I wish you’d let them go. I don’t like them being here.”

“Mom…”

“I don’t either,” Liv said. “While we were cooking, we