Just Like That (The Kings)

Run.

Panic and desire coursed through me as I turned and bolted toward the stairs. It was a sick, primal thrill, knowing he was steps behind me as I sprinted toward his bedroom. I wanted him to chase me.

To catch me.

Behind me, his heavy footfalls echoed on the hardwood floors.

My heartbeat ratcheted higher as he closed in on me. He scooped me up in his arms, just as I made it to the threshold of his bedroom. His heady laughter rumbled through me, and I braced myself against him as he carried me toward his bed. He released his grasp, and I fell onto the mattress.

JP stepped back to look at me. His shoulders were tense, and his blue-green eyes were dark in the dim bedroom. “You like to push me, woman.”

My teeth sank into my lower lip. “Maybe.”

He moved between my knees. “Why?”

I smirked, despite the nerves simmering beneath my skin. “Because you like it.”

“You have no idea how pissed off and turned on and utterly helpless I feel in your presence.” He exhaled as he dragged a hand through his dark hair, unraveling the uptight man in a single movement. “It’s a spell, isn’t it?”

A giggle formed in my throat at how surprising and sweet he could be. I lifted a shoulder. “A hex is more like it.”

He loomed over me, darkening the room and consuming me with his presence. “I knew it.” His dark whisper floated over me. My nipples puckered, and my stomach bunched, my knees lifting.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He dropped a soft kiss on my bare shoulder. I looked up at him and nodded. “I do like it.”

His teeth sank into my skin and I hissed. A soft moan floated out of me as my head pressed into the comforter.

“That’s my good girl. There’s no one here but us.” His hands were soft and warm as they moved across my arms.

A shiver ran through me. JP was stern and commanding, yet his tender words melted my insides. His hand slid over my neck and up into my hair. His mouth lowered to mine, tipping my head to deepen the kiss. A deep rumble rolled out of him as my body wrapped around his.

I was pliant.

Eager.

Desperate.

My hips jutted forward, silently begging for more. The cold metal of his ridiculous gold chain cooled my skin. He lifted, staring down at me. I slipped the chain from around his neck, and it clanged against the wood floor as it fell.

He shifted, removing the top of his tracksuit and peppering me with fervent kisses as he undressed. When he stripped off his T-shirt, I sucked in a breath. Up close, his chest and abs bunched and flexed. I ran my hands over the planes of his stomach and trailed a finger down the soft line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

His hips surged forward, rewarding me with the hard outline of his cock. Anticipation caused goose bumps to erupt across my skin. JP’s intense blue eyes roamed over the flimsy gold fabric clinging to my body.

His hands moved over my chest, across my breasts, and paused on the neckline of the dress that came to a V. “Do you like this dress?”

I bit back a smirk as I squirmed. “Hell no.”

With one jerk, JP tore the dress open. My boobs bounced from the movement, and he immediately captured one nipple in his mouth. A surge of wetness coated my thigh, and I moaned.

His desperate hands shoved the skirt of my dress up, and his palms rested on my hip bones.

He paused, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” I shifted. “Please don’t stop.”

His hands moved up my belly, taking the skirt with it. I arched back, lifting my arms so he could remove the tattered dress and toss it on the floor.

For a beat he stared down at my body, clothed only in a black thong.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” His voice was thick and full of awe. He meant it. I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness or being utterly exposed in front of him.

I reveled in it.

I’d never felt more beautiful than under his appreciative gaze.

JP paused, his mood shifting as he looked down at me. His hands circled my waist and his eyes dropped. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

When his eyes lifted, they were full of concern, and I understood. In my short time here, I’d grown to understand how tightly JP held the reins. He had lived his whole life proud to shoulder the burden of his family. On the outside, he may have appeared unemotional, but that simply wasn’t true.

My palm found the side of his face. “You won’t.”

His eyes didn’t meet mine, and instead he buried his face in my palm. I hooked my leg around his hips, pulling his weight onto me. I needed to show him how desperately I wanted him. How unafraid I was of whatever lay beyond tonight.

His hand landed on my throat, and the tension in my body ratcheted higher. My fingers dug at his hips, pushing down the waistband of his pants.

“I think I might ruin you after all, Hex.” JP’s chuckle hummed through me as the tip of his nose ran up the side of my neck. “I’ll ruin you for any man who thinks he can look at what’s mine.”

“JP,” I whispered in the dark—a quiet plea for more.

For everything.

“Hazel.” He stopped to thumb over my swollen lower lip. “I need you to know something.”

I swallowed and nodded.

His eyes were nearly black with desire. “After tonight, you’re mine, and what’s mine, I keep.”

A strange surge of relief washed over me—like my lost, wandering soul had finally found the tether it had been searching for.

His hand slid up my thigh, and he pushed a finger inside me. I clenched in surprise. He shifted his weight, spreading me open. He ran soft wet kisses down my inner thigh. His teeth dragged against the thin skin just before he reached my aching core.

Heat coursed through me as he dragged one slow lick through my pussy. I squirmed against his tongue in a silent plea for more.

“Tell me,” he demanded, slipping his finger back inside me. “Tell me who you belong to.”

My back arched and my eyes slammed closed. “You,” I whispered. My body moved under him. “Only you.”

His wide palm splayed across my stomach, and he buried his face between my thighs. He devoured me, and he didn’t start off slow. Instead, he feasted.

I writhed against him, my hands finding the back of his head and riding his face. My arousal built. I squirmed, desperately trying to apply pressure to my clit as he tasted and teased.

Two fingers slipped inside me, along with his tongue, and I moaned. My pussy fluttered against him as my pleasure built and stacked in neat little bricks, ready to be pushed over the edge. When his teeth scraped against my clit, I hissed and nearly came off the bed. His other hand planted me firmly into the mattress as he pumped his fingers into me.

I was close. So fucking close.

I used every ounce of restraint to not come as I lifted myself onto my elbows. He glanced up at me, his stern look sending new sparks straight to my core. His hair was a mess, tousled from my desperate hands.

His lips glistened and arched into a grin. “I’ll give you whatever you want . . . as long as you ask for it.”

I rolled my lips and gathered my courage. “I want to come on your cock.”

Without missing a beat, he was all over me. His weight was heavy as my legs spread for him. He shoved his pants and underwear to the ground, and the heat of his cock was pressed against my pussy. The tiniest shift would be all it took for him to slide inside me bare.

My eyes flashed to his. “Condom?”

His jaw flexed as though stopping for protection was the last thing on his mind. He reached into the bedside table, tearing open the package and rolling the condom over his thick, hard cock.

His hands were rough as he gripped my thighs and pulled me forward. I fell to my back and draped my legs around his waist. JP gripped the base of his cock as he slid the head through my lips. I bucked, begging for more, my pussy stretched around him.

“You’re desperate for it. I like the way you squirm.” The gravel in his voice sent a shiver up my back.

The head of his cock slipped inside me. I gasped and clenched around him, breathless and desperate with the need to be filled.

“More,” I pleaded as my back arched.

His dark chuckle rolled over me as he teased me with shallow thrusts. “Your greedy little cunt is already so wet for me.”

His hips pushed forward, thrusting into me, and I gasped as he stretched me open. JP moaned, and it was the single most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

He pumped into me.

My nails raked across his back as I moved in rhythm with him. One hand slipped under my ass, and when he changed the angle, I nearly came apart.

The base of his cock dragged across my clit, and I could feel the pressure of an earth-shattering orgasm begin to build.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

My mind spun, unable to fully articulate my needs.

Everything. Something. More.

He pulled out, teasing me with a wicked grin.

“Kiss me,” I demanded. My legs shook as he slid himself in and out of me. His face lowered, and he kissed me hard.

His hands moved over my breasts as his hips shoved forward, going deeper and harder. The pressure was intense, and he worked himself in and out.

“Oh,” I whined.

JP shifted back, looking down at me and taking stock of the desperate mess he’d created. “Is it too much?” he asked.

Yes. No. Maybe?

I shook my head and gently raked my nails down his chest.

His head dropped beside mine, nipping at my earlobe. “That’s right. My girl can take it.”

My girl.

Heat unfurled in my belly as he fucked me. He was clearly in control as his hands moved over my body. Every movement was measured, with purpose, focused on my pleasure. I reveled in his attention.

“You’re so fucking tight. So goddamned perfect.” His murmur was low, his words only for me.

His cock pulsed inside me as every inch of him stretched me. He gave me everything I had asked for, and all the while he watched me carefully. Assessed every need and delivered.

Desperate for release, I gripped his veiny forearms. His brow was pinched, his gaze intense.

He’s holding back.

I knew exactly what he needed to tumble over the edge with me. A spark of determination ignited as I looked into his eyes. “I’m yours. Show me I’m only yours.”

With a grunt, JP slowed to a long, deep thrust as his fingers slipped between us and found my clit. My legs quivered, and he stilled just as my orgasm hit its peak.

In slow, aching thrusts, JP rode the waves of our pleasure. He jerked and spilled himself inside me as I wrapped myself around him and whispered, “I’m yours.”