Just Like That (The Kings)

Rock always won. Everyone knew that.

With a triumphant smirk, I walked back to the room at the far end of the skoolie, my eyes flicking to the cabinet above the sink. I was relieved it was still closed. Somehow the latch to the cabinet where I kept my sister’s ashes had popped open, and I made a mental note to fix that tomorrow.

He really doesn’t need to know you’re carting around your sister’s remains because you don’t know what to do with them.

I peeked up at him as I started to close the sliding barn-style door. “Give me two seconds to change and I’ll be ready.”

JP stared at me like he hadn’t already been more than acquainted with my body, and my cheeks flushed at the memory.

I slid the door closed the rest of the way and hurried to disrobe and slip on a night shirt. I piled my hair on top of my head with a scrunchie and tossed my dirty clothes into a hamper. When I slid the bedroom door back open, JP was bare chested and in nothing but his black boxer briefs.

My eyes flicked from his crotch to his face and back again. A warm buzz hummed beneath my skin as I appreciated the cut lines of his trim waist. When my eyes moved back up, he was looking me over, too, and a small, nervous laugh escaped me.

“You forgot to pack me pajamas.” His voice was low and thick.

I blinked. “It’s fine.” The strangled squeak of my voice betrayed me.

I rounded the bed and rearranged a pillow before resting on top of the covers. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling while JP closed the door and climbed into bed beside me.

Heat from his body rolled off him, and I squeezed my thighs together. He smelled rich and spicy and a little like camp smoke. Side by side we stared at the ceiling. The side of his calf tickled my leg and I jerked.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

A giggle built inside my chest and I pressed my lips together. My shoulders shook.

“What?” he asked.

I rolled to face him, tucking my hands under my head. “I can’t believe Royal actually put a bag over your face.”

JP mirrored my position and he smirked. “Royal is an overgrown child.”

I grinned as I studied his handsome features. “He got you here, though.”

His eyes moved over my face. “Yeah . . . I guess he did.”

I licked my lip, summoning every ounce of courage I could find. “So . . . are we just not going to talk about what happened? The other night?”

JP’s knee grazed mine, and I was all too aware of the tiny points of contact between us.

“It was . . .” he started.

“A mistake?” I finished for him despite the tightness in my chest.

JP’s signature scowl flashed across his face. “I was going to say ‘a good time.’”

My world spun. “Oh . . .”

He smirked and a soft rumble sounded from his chest. “Did you think it was a mistake?”

I swallowed hard. “No. Not really.”

On top of the blanket, his fingertip grazed the top of my thigh, moving from my knee to my hip.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

His wicked grin widened. “Getting cozy.”

My playful words from earlier taunted me. His touch was searing, igniting a path as it slowly dragged to my hip and up my torso. My eyes flicked to the closed door, and he understood my concern.

“You’ll have to be quiet so we’re not interrupted. Can you do that?” His mouth twisted into a devilish smile as my world went fuzzy at the edges.

His touch was sensual, soft, and deliciously sinful.

“Maybe?” I whispered, fully confident I would not be able to remain calm if he kept touching me like that.

Instead of going any further, he stroked his fingertips down my arm, capturing my wrist. He gently pulled my hand forward.

My pulse skipped. Every cell in my body ignited when he moved my hand over his hip. I let my hand slide down slowly until it was in his lap.

His hard cock pulsed under my touch and I squeezed.

JP sucked in a breath. “I want you to feel what you do to me. How fucking insane you make me on a daily basis.”

I shifted my hips forward and wrapped my hand around his rock-hard dick. With another gentle squeeze, I hummed and let my body take over.

My throat was tight.

JP’s gaze on me was like fire. Awareness sparked to life and my blood warmed. My legs shifted, desperate for any kind of friction. He shifted, rising over me and gripping the back of one knee to straddle his hips.

He settled back on his heels and, with a tight grip on my hips, pulled me closer. My hand slid away from him, and I pressed my palms to his stomach and enjoyed the way his abs flexed and bunched with every movement.

I stifled a squeal as his hand grazed down my thigh, starting at my knee and working his way closer.

One hand gripped my hip, and I became suddenly aware that his other hand was busy stroking his cock over his boxer briefs. He stared at me as though he was memorizing every feature in the dark.

A soft grunt escaped his lips and my clit pulsed. My mouth watered.

I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted another human being, and my body didn’t care how wrong that was.

For a moment the only sound was the two of us panting in the darkness.

My hand covered his, and he let his slip away. Under my palm, his cock was hard and warm and so fucking thick.

“Take it out,” I whispered.

JP’s face loomed over mine. Moonlight shone through the curtains in my bedroom, highlighting the sharp planes of his face.

His hand slid down my arm and captured my wrist. He guided my hand to the hemline of my shirt. His fingers laced with mine as together we stroked the outside of my cotton underwear.

My breath hitched.

His deep voice rumbled in my ear. “Can I take these off?”

I would have given anything to keep JP looking at me the way he was—like his control was seconds away from snapping and unleashing all his pent-up frustrations on me.

I gulped and nodded. His fingertips hooked into the top of my underwear, and I shimmied to work them down my thighs.

Sitting on his heels, JP stopped moving as he stared at the hemline of the T-shirt, which did nothing to cover my pussy. “Touch yourself, Hex. Please.”

His voice was strained. Desperate.

My fingers trembled as I gained the confidence to slowly slide my fingers over my stomach and between my legs. I stroked the top of my mound and JP groaned.

His hands slid into his boxer briefs, pushing them down and freeing his cock. His abs rippled as he fisted it. I could barely blink as his hand stroked up and down its length, running his thumb over the tip with a soft groan.

“I like that,” I whispered, slipping my fingers between my thighs as I stared. “Keep touching yourself and think of me.”

His dark chuckle sent goose bumps erupting on my skin. “You’re all I think about. That’s the fucking problem.”

The temperature inside the bus skyrocketed and my cheeks flushed. I licked my lips as I watched his hand move up and down.

“Doesn’t that feel better when it’s wet?” I asked.

His eyes flew to mine, and his furrowed brows darkened his eyes.

A coy grin spread on my face as I sat up and leaned forward.

“Hazel,” he growled, already leaning back.

My name on his lips in that dark, commanding way was like a drug. My eyes flicked to his. “I’m only helping. Just for a second.”

His hand stopped at the base of his cock as my tongue teased the head. We both groaned as my mouth slipped over him. JP stopped moving altogether.

My confidence built as I moved my mouth lower, using my saliva to wet his dick. My tongue swirled over the veiny underside, and I went deeper.

I hummed, shifting my weight as my pussy went slick. He stifled another groan as I bobbed on his cock.

When he groaned again, I released him from my mouth and licked my lips.

His eyes were wild, darker, and he stroked up and down his slick cock. I lay back down in front of him, legs propped on either side of his hips.

I was soaked, and my fingers slipped inside my pussy. My hips bucked, and I whimpered as I moved my fingers in and out, recalling how hard and thick he was.

JP inched closer, propping one hand beside my head for leverage. His breath was hot on my neck as we both drove ourselves closer and closer to the edge. The pressure of my fingers increased and my pleasure doubled.

Behind my eyelids I relived the moment in the kitchen when he’d made me come, how only moments before, his cock had filled my mouth and nearly gagged me, how desperately I wished we were alone so I could ride his dick and scream his name.

I desperately wanted to be reckless. To let him slip inside me and fuck me long and hard. But I didn’t have any condoms, and I was too fervent to stop whatever was happening between us.

He worked himself in smooth strokes, his breathing becoming more ragged the closer he got to release. JP’s mouth fell open, but his eyes never left me.

“Hazel,” he gritted through his teeth, and it was nearly my undoing. My body buzzed as I chased my orgasm.

He could ruin me. Ruin everything, really, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. We were lost in the moment, in each other.

My nipples strained against the fabric of my T-shirt, and my free hand reached up to tug on one piercing. I was barreling toward release as I watched him grunt and his hips twitch as he stroked himself.

I added another finger and saw stars at the back of my eyelids.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

My eyes fluttered open, and the intensity of his stare was intimidating. His strokes were rough and sensual. I was consumed with him, drowning in his intense blue eyes when my orgasm crashed over me.

My free hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a cry and rolled my head to the side. Waves of pleasure broke over my body as my mouth found his wrist. My teeth dragged across his skin as my body shuddered.

“Let me taste you,” he demanded. “I want to lick your cum from your fingers.”

Without hesitation, I pulled my fingers from my pussy and raised them. A moan vibrated through him as his mouth closed around my two fingers. His tongue slipped between them, sucking and tasting my orgasm.

When he finished, JP sat on his heels and chased his own release. He sucked his lower lip, savoring my flavor as he stroked. My pussy clenched in anticipation. With a grin, I hiked up my top, pulling the T-shirt up to expose my chest.

My free hand gripped his thigh as he pumped and finally allowed himself release. His eyes never left me as he finished on my chest. Thick ropes of cum hit my breasts and dripped down.

He reached up, brushing his thumb over my nipple piercing and painting me with his cum. His confident smirk was intensely erotic.

I’d never felt sexier.

The tiny bedroom was quiet, except for our breaths and the choir of cicadas outside the window.

JP sighed and sat back on his heels. He flopped down beside me, putting his hand beneath his head as he stared at the ceiling. He smiled, and the tension was gone from his jaw. He looked younger. At ease.

I smiled to myself and carefully rolled, pulling tissues from the small bedside table, and handed some to him as I wiped between my boobs.

He stopped my hand. “Let me.”

Our eyes locked, and the room spun as JP shifted and started cleaning me up.

I knew how to handle JP when he was unbearable. I knew how to handle him when he was being a grumpy little bitch. It was when he looked at me with softness that threw me off-kilter. When he showed the bits of himself that were tender and sensitive, I lost my footing.

It poked something tender inside my heart and I had to look away. “Thank you.”

When he was finished, JP quietly exhaled and wiped at his stomach before he crawled off the bed. “I’m going to clean up . . . make sure the fire is out and the bus is locked up.”

I rifled around the bed for my underwear as my cheeks heated. “Okay. Thanks. I’m going to clean up and turn in.”

JP nodded and slid open the door. He paused, his hand gripping the entryway like maybe he wanted to say something, but didn’t.

I waited, listening for him to finish in the bathroom and walk down the steps of the skoolie. Once he was gone, I sneaked into the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and got out a fresh pair of pajamas. In the bedroom, I gently pulled back the covers and slipped beneath them.

A few minutes later, I heard JP’s footsteps returning. I clamped my eyes closed and tried to level my breathing, pretending to sleep.

My heart thumped, and I was sure he could hear it. JP could have changed his mind and slept on the couch, but he came back. As he slid into bed beside me, I tried not to move.

Facing him, I kept my eyes closed and my breath steady. JP leaned in close and paused. Heat from his body was only inches away as he hovered over me.

“Thank you for the perfect day.” His lips whispered over my hair before a kiss brushed across my temple. My heart clenched, and I struggled to breathe.

JP shifted next to me and inhaled. “Sweet dreams, Hex.” He rolled over, and I listened to his heavy breathing even out until he fell asleep.

Tears pricked beneath my lashes.

Why, out of the four billion men in the world, did I have to develop a soft spot for the one man who was completely off-limits? Olive would never understand, and she wasn’t even there so I could explain myself. I clamped my hand over my mouth and nose to hide a silent sob.

What have I gotten myself into this time?