Page 72 of Reign of the Queen
"Okay, you two, keep it PG!" someone yells from the crowd and that has me startling and remembering where we are.
I pull back from his embrace, and he releases his grip on my hair. "You won!" I whisper-shout to him.
"Did you doubt that I would when kissing you was the prize?" He smirks back at me, his hand tightening on my thighs still wrapped around him.
"The car was the prize, Finn," I joke.
"The car was a bonus. Kissing you was the prize." He leans in, pecks me on the lips, then releases his hold on my legs, so my body drags down his tall frame in the most delicious sensation.
Collins’s car pulls up next to us. Finn releases me and pushes me back behind him. "That was some fucking driving, man," Collins lets out and rubs his face in agitation as he gets out of his vehicle.
"Yeah," Finn states, stepping forward. I see Mateo and Carter flanking him, with Theo bringing up the rear. I don't know if they're expecting trouble or just not taking any chances.
"Shit, my dad's going to murder me when I come home without his car. A deal's a deal, though." Collin reaches out to shake Finn's hand, and it's like the breath the crowd was collectively holding is released, and people start celebrating again. Finn moves toward Collins, and they go over to make arrangements for his new car.
I feel a strong-arm band across my waist and a warm breath next to my face. My whole body stiffens up hard until I smell the sweet scent of cloves and sandalwood enveloping my senses. Theo leans down, his warm breath skates across the soft shell of my ear. "You think it was wise to kiss another man while my cum was still dripping out of you?"
His open palm digs into the flesh of my waist and tightens through the sweatshirt I'm wearing. "You keep pushing me, Mia. See where that gets you."
He releases me so suddenly that I almost lose my balance. I watch his back as he walks away from me and toward the other kings.
"You, okay?" The question comes quietly from my side. I don't take my eyes off Theo's retreating back to look at Jessie.
"Yeah." I bite down on my bottom lip.
"For what's it worth, Mia? I'm really sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am that I caved and didn't stand by your side." He turns his body toward me, blocking my view of the kings. "It wouldn't have mattered, though, right? You were always theirs." He digs his hands into his pockets and gives me a sad expression.
"I'm no one's Jessie. I belong to myself, and I don't plan on being anyone's trophy." I smile back at him, dismayed by his reaction.
He turns and looks in the direction the kings have headed, watching as Theo turns around to stare back at me. "You might wanna tell them that. I don't think they've heard." He lets that perfect boy next door grin cross his face.
"They know. They just think they can win and aren't used to hearing the word no." I watch Theo glare back at me intently, eyebrow raised, and I give him the finger. He raises another eyebrow in my direction, daring me. I turn around and give him a two-handed middle finger salute and threading my arm through the crook of Jessie’s arm.Take that, you possessive douche.
"Then I can't wait to watch you clean the floor with them, Mia." He laughs and wraps his arm around my shoulders, causing Theo to falter in his next step.
"Let's head back.” I laugh. “I think I'm done with this place." We turn and search for Raegan and Evan, who have disappeared in the celebrating crowd—leaving the kings to their celebrations and schemes.
My blood is rushing through my veins so quickly it's actually starting to make me nauseous and lightheaded. Maybe that last hit of blow wasn't the best idea or the two shots of Rye I had with it. I try to clear my vision from the haze I'm currently seeing through. Someone's touching my back and speaking in hushed tones to me, but I can't quite make out what they're saying.
I look up, and some girl's trying to climb onto my lap while I'm draped here on this leather bench seat that feels sticky to the touch. The music is pumping so loudly in the club that I can feel the vibration of the base through my feet. The chaotic lights help to disorient me even more; blue, red, and green streams feel like they are coming straight at me.
Alarm bells are ringing inside my brain, but I can't quite grasp what they're trying to warn me about. I feel hands running up and down my chest, underneath the T-shirt I'm wearing. I try to focus on who's on my lap, but her face is just out of focus. Long hair drapes across my body, but the color is somehow wrong; instead of being dark blonde, it's pitch black.
My stomach starts to revolt, and I go to push her off of my lap, but I can't get my arms to work with the motion. I move my head back and forth on my neck, trying to pull away from her face, which is kissing mine.Wake the fuck up; my brain is screaming at me. I'm trying, fuck. I try to buck her off my lap again, but she giggles into my ear. The sound causing me to break out into a further sweat.
"No...no." I slur.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll do all the work. You just sit back and enjoy the ride." She giggles.
I try again to buck her off me and plant my feet on the ground to get up from here, but her weight and my fucked-up brain aren't keeping up with what I'm trying to get my limbs to do. "Off," I try again, but my voice comes out mumbled.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you get off." She licks a line from my jaw to my ear. The sensation has me momentarily forgetting why I'm trying to get up. My traitorous dick starts to swell in my pants.
I can feel her fingernails trailing down my abs, heading in the direction of the band of my pants and underneath it. Her warm fingers brush against the head of my cock. It causes heat to rise in my body at the same time that my stomach decides to lurch. "I...I'm gonna...gonna puke." I struggle to get the words out through labored breaths.
"What?" She moves her head closer to my lips, all that dark hair is blinding me, so I can't see the lights strumming in the club through it. It doesn't smell right, missing the vanilla and floral scent my body craves.
"Puke." I get out before I gag on the smell of her perfume, and she jumps back off me. I manage to turn my head to the side and hurl all over the seat next to me.
