Kingston’s eyes sparkled with mirth as he planted a kiss on my silk-covered lips and rolled me onto my back. “Morning, love.”
“Morning,” I mumbled against the sheet. “Someone woke up in a good mood today.”
“I’ve woken up in bed with you, haven’t I? What could be better?”
My lips twitched, and I squinted in the direction where Landon was still sound asleep. “How about a surprise guest?”
Kingston’s brow creased before he followed my gaze to his left. His eyes widened.
Mine did, too, as his body responded to the sight.
I’d known Kingston was open to sharing me, but…
His cock hardened against my thigh, need building within him as arousal pulsed through me.
And suddenly, the expressions I’d seen on Kingston, the glances in Landon’s direction, they appeared different now. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something there.
More than a King and his most loyal Knight.
More than lifelong friendship.
It was Kingston’s to share if and when he was ready to share it with me, but the longing on his face—a brief glimpse of it before he schooled his features and smiled at me—I hoped I wasn’t imagining it.
And more than that, I hoped Landon felt the same.
I wanted my boyfriends to be boyfriends.
Was that so wrong?
Swallowing past the flare of lust that thought brought with it, I returned Kingston’s smile from beneath the bedsheet and relaxed my legs, widening the cradle of my hips so he could rest there easily.
His now painfully hard erection brushed against me, and then pressed down fully as his weight settled over me.
“You have no idea…the things I want to do to you right now, Lady Everly.”
“Prove it,” I moaned, rocking my hips up and into him. “Show me, please.”
“But Landon?—”
“Big fan of sandwiches, that one. He’ll be fine.”
Kingston chuckled. “Sandwiches?”
“Yeah, you know,” I panted, pulling at his hips. “Two pieces of bread. Me in the middle. You were there for the first one, remember?”
Kingston groaned, giving in to the pull of my body. “I do remember.” He bypassed my cloth barrier to find my jawline,trailing kisses down my neck before nipping at my collarbone. “But Quinn, there are things I need to share with you before?—”
“If we wait until you reveal all your secrets, we’ll graduate before we get anywhere, Kingston.”
“I have no intention of waiting that long, I promise.” He pulled back and sat up, resting on his heels and extending his hand out to me. “Come here.”
I eyed him suspiciously but took his hand. He tugged me up and climbed off the bed, moving carefully so as not to wake our sleeping companion. Dragging the bedsheet with me, since I’d ended up in my sheer bra and panties, I held it to my chest and followed him.
When he led me into the bathroom, I arched a brow.
“I want to kiss you properly, and your bedsheet maneuver implies you have concerns about morning breath.” He gestured toward the second sink where my toiletries waited. “So, let’s get that out of the way, shall we?”
Warmed by his attentiveness, I stepped to the sink and reached for my toothbrush. Kingston took his place at his, and as we brushed our teeth, I couldn’t help but smile at him in the mirror. Loving each time our eyes met. As we shared an oddly domestic but somehow perfect moment together.
