The bed was crowded enough with Landon in it.
If Kingston wanted to join, someone would have to fuck off, and it wasn’t going to be me. Butour benevolent King’sexpression lacked its usual superiority, or any trace of the claim I expected him to throw down over her.
It surprised me.
He’d been doing that a bit too much recently, and now, I had no idea what he’d do about finding us like that. So, the disdain I typically felt in his presence didn’t come.
That pissed me off more than anything.
Until my up-close-and-personal view of my girl’s pussy provided a front row seat to her reaction when she saw Kingston standing there. Because hearing her say she wanted him differed from witnessing it.
I stared transfixed as her walls clenched, a tremor running down her legs. She grew wetter. Her glistening pink foldsbeckoned me in, and my fingers dug into her thighs to keep from mounting her like a fucking stud horse.
It was taking all the self-control I had not to cross that line.
Icoulddo it.
Be the villain and take her for myself. Remove her as an option for the D’Arthur Queen,ifshe didn’t win The Quest.
It would keep the people who threatened her satisfied. Ruin any hope for her and Kingston if his lecherous father got his way. Fuck up his plans just like I’d originally intended.
And I had to admit the idea held some lingering appeal.
Except the certainty I’d had over Kingston’s plans, and what I’d believed about his intentions for her, had been called into question during the last challenge.
Plus, she’d never let me hear the end of it.
Or forgive me.
And, unfortunately, Icaredabout that sort of thing now, too.
So, I stewed silently as she reacted. Took a breath as she whispered his name. And tried to reconcile how I’d gotten myself into bed with my enemies for the heart of one girl who was supposed to be nothing but turned out to be everything.
Kingston stepped forward. His tight grip on the door jarred his movement, and the jolt snapped him out of whatever he’d been about to do.
Probably come in and start giving orders.
As if I’d ever follow them.
Realizing what he’d been about to do, he apologized. Quinn reached toward him, shaking her head like she wanted to tell him it was okay and ask him to join. But before she could do it, he glanced at Landon, excused himself, and left the room.
I tensed as Quinn’s heart sank along with her body back onto the bed. She stared at the door long after he left, none of us speaking until finally she whispered into Landon’s chest.
“We have to do something about all this.”
When his eyes jumped to mine over her head, I sensed what he was trying to tell me.
That little superpower could fuck right off.
Not that it hadn’t been useful in reading her in the past.
Didn’t want it to become a habit, though.
I stroked my hand down Quinn’s spine. “You, uh, want to talk about it, Princess?”
She shook her head.
Landon tipped her chin up so she had to look at him. She huffed, but I had a feeling she didn’t really mind. He seemed to know when she needed a push to open up.
