Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,52
away either. It’s exhausting. But...”
I pull back a little to look her in the eyes. “But what?”
Jazz averts her eyes and chews on the corner of her lip. “But...I can’t pretend this thing with Bentley doesn’t exist. I like him—purely as a friend—but...not a platonic friend. We have this crazy chemistry. I don’t know how to make that go away, and I don’t think it’s fair for me to tell you I’m all in when there’s this big, unresolved issue.”
Her attraction to my best friend isn’t breaking news, but it still takes me a moment to formulate a reply. What I really want to do, is go apeshit on someone’s face again, but instead, I say, “I can’t share, Jazz. Not with you.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m not that kind of—” She shakes her head. “You and me...we’re complicated enough. I have no desire to add to that.” She laughs sardonically. “Besides, the thought of you in a poly relationship, with another guy no less, is a joke. It doesn’t mesh with that whole caveman thing you’ve got going on.”
Fuck no, it doesn’t.
“Let me ask you this. Do you like being with me?”
She tilts her head to the side. “Like, like you, like you?”
I give her a wry look. “What are we? Twelve? Do you have any feelings for me that go beyond friendship or physical attraction? Could you see yourself being in a relationship with me exclusively?”
Christ, whoever thought I’d be on this end of a conversation like this?
“Yes, but—”
I press my index finger to her lips. “Then we’ll figure out the rest.”
Her eyebrows scrunch together. “How?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But if not having you is the alternative, I’ll think of something.”
Jazz combs her fingers lightly through my hair, and I swear, I almost purr like a goddamn kitten.
I gently grab her newly bared wrist and place a kiss on the pulse point. “Where’s your splint?”
“Took it off.” Jazz shrugs. “Thank you for what you did down there.”
I lift a brow. “You’re thanking me for beating the shit out of someone?”
She gives me a soft smile. “Not necessarily...but I am thanking you for defending me. For righting a wrong.”
I slide Jazz's dress strap off her shoulder and place a kiss on her bare skin. "I'll keep doing it if you'll let me."
Jazz’s breath hitches as I pull her into me, sliding the other strap down. “Do you think he’ll be arrested? And if so, will the charges stick? I don’t want someone else to get hurt.”
“Don’t know,” I murmur against the skin below her collarbone. “But if not, I’m sure as fuck going to make sure he knows we’re watching him.”
Jazz moans as I push the dress down further and glide my tongue over her subtle cleavage. “Kingston, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m helping you get out of these clothes so we can get cleaned up. Don’t worry; you’re not the only one getting naked.” I toe my shoes off and step out of my pants to demonstrate.
She doesn’t protest one bit as I slide the flimsy red material the rest of the way down. In fact, when she steps out of the dress that’s pooling on the floor, she immediately unhooks the strapless bra she’s wearing and flings it to the side.
“Fuck.” I bite my knuckles, which hurts like a bitch since they’re cut open.
This woman is temptation personified. My salvation and ruin all wrapped up in a big red bow. She has the tightest body I’ve ever seen. Long, lean muscles. A trim waist that tapers down to perfectly flared hips. Her tits are perky with light brown nipples just slightly darker than her skin, and her heart-shaped ass is flawless. And I really do mean fucking perfect. I could spend days worshipping it and still never get my fill.
I fall to my knees, peppering kisses over Jazz’s toned abs, trailing down to her black satin G-string. When I move her panties to the side, I find she’s already soaking wet, glistening with want.
I give her one long lick before pulling back. Jesus. I almost forgot how incredible she tastes. “Is this for me? Or is it leftover from earlier with Bentley?”
Jazz’s hands clamp down on the marble countertop as I continue feasting on her delicious cunt. “Probably both.”
I growl against her heated flesh and punish her for that remark with my tongue. I bring her right to the edge multiple times before backing off and switching up the