He shrugged, looking smug. “Semantics. So, what do you think?”
A wicked grin curved my lips, and I played out the scene in my head. Officials banging on Alex’s dorm room door, dragging him out of the academy in restraints, the cell door slamming in his smarmy face…
“I love it, in theory,” I told Jordan, and his smile slipped a bit, “but will it stick? I mean, his family is one of the most powerful monarchies in the world—after yours and Rafe’s, obviously—but I’m pretty sure his father could just snap his fingers and get Alex released.”
Jordan wrinkled his nose. “Possibly, yes. But wouldn’t it be interesting to see who is involved in the whole ballot farce? I don’t think all the monarchies are in on it. I’m at least eighty percent sure mine isn’t… but I guess you never know, right?”
He had a point. “Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, looking all kinds of excited and sending butterflies erupting through me.
I leaned in close, kissing his lips lightly as I nodded. “Yep, let’s frame that bastard.”
Jordan groaned, deepening our kiss. “Fuck, Vi, revenge is so damn hot on you.”
My laugh held an edge of evil, and I kind of loved it. “You think so? Maybe you should show me…” I slipped my hand under the bedclothes, finding his hard length and grasping—
A sharp knock on the door jolted us from the haze of arousal that was settling, and Jordan scowled in the direction of the sound.
“Go away!” he shouted, clearly not caring who was at the door. “I’m busy!”
Dismissing his visitor from his mind, he grasped me around the waist and hauled me into his lap with a feral growl. His fingers threaded into my hair, and he tugged my face to his for a deep kiss until… yep, that fucker—whoever it was—knocked again.
“Ignore it,” Jordan whispered, rocking his hips and grinding his hard length against my core, making me moan. “They’ll go away.”
Fine by me, I was all for ignoring the intruder. It’d be all too soon that I’d need to leave Jordan’s room and face reality once more. His plan to deal with Alex—even temporarily—would probably take a while, and in the meantime I’d be back to faking a happy relationship with that asshole in public. Meanwhile, trying to hide myprivaterelationships with Jordan and—
“Jordan!” the person at the door barked, knocking again. I froze, cursing. I knew that voice. “Unlock the damn door; we have a problem.”
The crown prince of New America made a frustrated sound in his throat, but captured my lips in another bruising kiss before responding.
“Go away, Rafe!” he shouted back, not taking his hands from my body for even a second. If anything, he seemedmorearoused.
I gave him a suspicious look. “Jordy,” I whispered, teasing, “does it turn you on to have me naked in your bed while Rafe is right there?”
He flashed a naughty grin, using his strong grip on my hips to position me just so. The tip of his cock breached my entrance as he ground against me, and I gasped. “Fuck yes, it does,” he whispered back, kissing me hard. “I love having one up on that bastard.”
That should annoy me. It should make me feel used, like I was nothing more than a pawn on their chessboard… a prize to be won. But it didn’t. I knew Jordan, and I knew he didn’t actually think of me like that. The fact that it’d piss Rafe off? Well, that was just an added bonus on top of the mind-blowing sex.
The banging on the door increased, but it just made me chuckle as I sank down onto Jordan's cock with a groan.
“Jordan, open the fucking door!” Rafe snarled, but his friend wasn’t listening. Instead, he palmed my tits and bit his lip as I ground harder. “Dude, come on. We need to talk.”
Something in Rafe’s tone made me pause, and I gave Jordan a small frown of concern, glancing at the door. He just shook his head, though.
“Ignore him,” he urged, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking for a moment. “He’ll go away in a second.”
But nope. A moment later, there was a distinctive click of the door unlocking and thenbang.
“What thefuck?” Rafe snarled, filling the doorframe like some kind of avenging angel and glaring at us like we were… okay, sure, we actuallywerefucking. Whatever. Doors get locked for reasons.
“Dude!” Jordan shouted, grabbing his sheet and tossing it over me with lightning speed. “What the hell are you doing? I said I was busy!”
The door slammed shut, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think that was Rafe leaving. As it was, I had to find my way out of the sheet before I could glare my own indignation his way.
“You sure don’t waste any time, do you, Cinderella?” Rafe sneered at me, his eyes narrowing with… I didn’t even know. Anger? Disgust? Why was he so fucking hard to read?
Whatever, I was well overdue another verbal sparring with this prick. “Well, a girl has needs, and I sure as shit wasn’t coming back for seconds withyou, Angel.” I curled my lip as I delivered the implied insult to his skills in bed, and his jaw twitched.
