by Sofia Daniel
When we reached Sebastian’s room, he sat me on the sofa and asked, “What’s on your mind?”
“Everything.” I stared down at my hands. “Nobody believes in Kash’s innocence, and I feel like I’m overlooking a vital piece of evidence that could change everything. And all this preoccupation with Kash makes me feel strange.”
Leopold leaned against the door with his arms folded. “What kind of evidence?”
“I don’t know.” I rubbed my temples. “Maybe something from my missing memories?”
Sitting next to me, Sebastian took my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. “What’s wrong with worrying about Kash?”
I shook my head. Why was I even thinking this, when I’d already come to terms with my estrangement from Ashley? Maybe not hearing from Uncle Trevor made me believe that I was unreasonable.
Since Sebastian kept staring at me with those curious, green eyes, I huffed out a breath and said, “While everyone’s mourning their twins, I got mine arrested, and all I can think about is my boyfriend.”
Sebastian wrapped strong arms around my shoulders and pulled me onto his lap. “Remember the second time we met?”
“The Danny and Sandy moment?” I asked.
Leopold snorted. “What?”
Sebastian smiled. “There’s a scene in Grease—”
“For fuck’s sake,” Leopold snapped. “Not that bullshit again.”
Sebastian ignored him. “After Summer Lovin’, Sandy tells Rizzo that the boy she’s singing about is Danny Zuko. So, Rizzo arranges a little reunion. Danny acts like a twat in front of Sandy to maintain his cool image.”
“The ‘I wish I’d never laid eyes on you outburst?’” Leopold snickered. “I only remember that because one of the T-Birds say ‘I bet that’s not all she’s laid on.’”
I drew back and smiled at Leopold. At least all this Grease talk was distracting him from being upset about Prakash.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Back to my point. Bianca and Geraldine revealed that you were a scholar, and said that I had pigged you.”
My skin prickled with annoyance at that moment, and I pushed myself off Sebastian’s chest. Now that I knew about the whole Prakash and Corrine situation, I could understand why Sebastian had freaked out. Especially since Miss Claymore seemed to haunt him at night like the Ghost of Christmas Fucks. But I still wished things had happened differently.
“I’m sorry for freezing and not speaking up, Willow. It’s my second biggest regret.” Sebastian pulled me back against his warm, hard body.
My head rested on the muscular juncture between his shoulder and neck, and I inhaled his intoxicating sandalwood scent. Sebastian had proven time and time again that he wasn’t playing the game. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed. “I know.”
“Why did you bring this up?” Leopold walked across the room to where the cleaners had piled his and Sebastian’s mattresses on the bed.
“Ashley laughed along with those girls,” said Sebastian. “At first, I thought she was one of the queens’ followers who had gone through a growth spurt.”
I dipped my head and blew out a breath. Ashley had introduced herself, but Sebastian had been too preoccupied with the shock of seeing me.
“What kind of sister does that?” asked Sebastian.
“One you need to cast out of your life,” added Leopold. “That was only the start of her malicious acts.”
Sebastian pressed a kiss on my temple. “Did she ever explain why she hated you so much?”
I shrugged against him. “Not in a way that made any sense.”
He rubbed little circles on my back, spreading warmth through my insides. Just as the lunch bell rang, I raised my head and cupped the side of his cheek. Food could wait. Right now, I wanted Sebastian.
Chapter 20
Sebastian turned his head, so our lips met in a soft kiss that filled my empty heart. My hand on his cheek slid around to the back of his neck and held him in place. I needed him so much, needed his touch, his kisses to take me to a place where I felt safe and loved and where everything would work out.
“What will we do if the court finds him guilty?” I asked.
“They won’t.” Sebastian kissed my lips. “I signed the authorization for Mr. Pinkerton to employ a QC for the trial.”
I reared back. QCs were better than regular barristers, the courtroom lawyers who wore wigs. These were barristers deemed accomplished enough to be appointed on the Queen’s Counsel. Only the super-rich could afford lawyers of this caliber.
“You did?” Leopold blurted.
Determination etched Sebastian’s face. “There’s nothing I won’t do for those I consider family. You and Kash are like brothers.” His arm tightened around my waist. “And the feelings I have for you run so deep, I can’t begin to describe them.”
A surge of euphoria caused the butterflies in my stomach to take flight, and a breath caught in the back of my throat. I felt the same for Sebastian—for all three of the kings. But I couldn’t utter those words until Prakash sat among us, a free man.
“Thank you.” I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, followed by another and another until we could no longer break apart, and we melted into each other like molten chocolate.
His gentle caresses made the pounding of my heart reverberate through my chest like a speaker box. Sebastian’s large palm rubbed gentle circles on my bare thigh, sending a trail of fire between my legs.
“We’ll free Kash,” he murmured into the kiss. “And we’ll all go somewhere to help him recuperate.”
“Yes.” I threaded both hands into his hair, keeping him close, as though someone might take him away, too.
Leopold watched us from his spot by the bed. Usually, at this point, he would make a saucy quip about not being left behind, but perhaps he still hadn’t calmed down from his earlier burst of anger.
I understood his frustration to a smaller extent. The restrictions his mother placed on his spending meant he was in no position to contribute toward Prakash’s defense. He probably felt even more powerless than I did.
Sebastian’s hand moved up from my thigh, over my belly, and he kneaded my breast. “Where should we go? Nice? Biarritz? The French Riviera?”
“What?” I whispered.
He pressed little kisses along my neck. They were tender at first, then grew in intensity before becoming wet and open-mouthed. Sparks of sensation raced down to my collarbone, down my chest and settled low in my belly. I threw my head back and moaned.
“We’ll spend the first few weeks of summer in the hideout before we set off to stay in the country,” said Sebastian.
“Oh.” My gaze locked with Leopold’s, who stood by the bed, staring at us through eyes that burned like blue flame. “I don’t mind where we go.”
“Kash can choose,” Leopold said, his voice breathy.
I turned back to Sebastian and pulled his green, striped tie out of its knot. By now, I’d become accustomed to undoing the buttons of the boys’ regulation school shirts with one hand, and it took no time to expose Sebastian’s gorgeous, muscular torso.
My hand slid over the smooth skin of his chest to the dip where his pectoral muscles met, and I felt his steady heartbeat resound against my palm. His harness pressed against the side of his thigh, and I reached between our bodies to feel his swollen flesh.
A low, approving purr rumbled in Sebastian’s throat. “Straddle me.”
I drew back and swung a leg around his hip, so I could sit astride him. My green skirt rode up as he pressed our torsos close, and my cotton-covered clit rubbed against the erection straining through his pants. His hands cupped my ass cheeks, and he claimed my lips again, this time exploring and delving through my entire mouth.
My temperature rose, sweat broke out across my brow, and wetness gathered in my folds. Light-headedness threatened to overtake my senses, and I broke the kiss. “P-please.”
“What do you need?” he said in a voice made of se
x.
“Undress me.”
Leopold chuckled from his position by the wall. “You’d better do as the lady says.”
I turned around and gave him a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you give Seb a hand?”
“That’s your job, I believe,” he drawled.
As I chuckled at his pun, Sebastian pulled off my tie and squeezed my breasts. I ground myself against his erection, urging him to hurry. Pleasure swirled around my clit, building in intensity as Sebastian unbuttoned my shirt.
He pulled the garment—blazer and all—off my shoulders, and they fell to the floor with a satisfying thud.
Cool air swirled around my fevered skin, and I reached both hands behind my back and unhooked my bra. Sebastian’s eyes darkened as the garment fell from my shoulders, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
“I’m going to fuck you.” His eyes fixed on my nipples. “But first, I’ll suck your pretty breasts.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and captured my nipple in his hot mouth.
I drew in a sharp breath at the sudden onslaught of sensation and groaned as his tongue swirled and flicked and teased my flesh. My hands gripped his muscular shoulders, and I ground my throbbing nub harder against his thick length, making pleasure ripple through my core.
Sebastian worked my other breast with his fingers, which he tweaked and pulled until my panties were soaked. My core clenched around nothing, aching to be stretched, aching for him to fill me with his beautiful prick.
My clit felt like it was about to implode with the amount of exquisite sensations from Sebastian’s hardness and from the pleasure sparking down from the sweet torment he subjected to my nipples. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, stifling a moan. Pressure built low in my belly, making whimpers escape my throat. My toes curled. If he continued like that, I would come apart all over his pants.
Sebastian hooked his forearms under my thighs and lifted us off the sofa. I wrapped my legs around his shirtless waist and marveled at the way his muscles bunched and hardened under my body. His mouth devoured mine as he carried me across his room to the bed. After unbuttoning my skirt, he laid me down and straddled my hips.
I sank into the double mattress, feeling like a Princess. But instead of spending a night on a pile of mattresses alone, I would have two handsome princes to pleasure me as much as I wanted.
Sebastian gazed down at me, his eyes hungry. I lifted my hips off the bed and raised my brow with a smile I hoped would say, ‘are you going to take my panties off or what?’
With a grin, he stuck his hands down the waistband of my skirt and down the sides of my panties, pulled them both down, and threw them over his shoulder.
“You’re so bloody beautiful, don’t you think, Leo?”
“Exquisite,” said Leopold from where he stood at the foot of the bed.
I twisted around and gave him a quick smile. “Are you just going to watch?”
“For now.” He threw a condom at Sebastian, who caught it with one hand and put it aside.
Sebastian lowered himself atop me for a kiss so long and deep, it left me breathless and boneless. As he fumbled with his belt and fly, I ran my hands over his hard, sculpted biceps and kissed him like I was starving. Once Sebastian had kicked off the rest of his clothes, he settled between my hips. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his hot length, enjoying the way he pulsed under my touch.
“Willow,” he said that like a warning.
I held the condom between my teeth, tore the foil wrapper, and slipped the latex over his erection. “Can’t wait.”
Shuddering, he unrolled the condom over the rest of his length. “You’re so perfect for me.”
“For us.” Leopold’s voice was breathy.
I was about to turn around to see if he’d taken off his clothes when Sebastian lined himself up to my entrance and entered me with a smooth, hard thrust. A shock of pleasure seized my muscles, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Crying out, I clutched at his shoulders, and my muscles clamped around his length.
Sebastian’s face went slack, and he blew out rapid breaths through his tightened lips. He held still for several moments, waiting for me to adjust to his girth. Desire glazed his eyes, making him look like the embodiment of lust.
I ran my tongue along my dry lips and sighed. Right now, seeing him poised above me, muscles quivering with restraint, I felt so powerful, so sexy, so wanted.
Leopold’s ragged breaths from the other side of the bed filled my ears, adding to the sensation. Anticipation raced across my skin as I tried to guess whether Leopold would join in now, or fuck me later.
Sebastian withdrew several inches and filled me who another thrust, building up a rhythm that made me pant with the pleasure of our lovemaking. Rocking my hips against his movements, I wrapped my hands around his firm, sculpted ass, driving him deeper.
“Bloody hell,” Leopold muttered. “Seeing you like this only makes me want you more.”
I tilted my head up. Leopold stared down at us with his face flushed, lips parted, and desire smoldering in his eyes. He had thrown off his blazer and now stood above us, breathing hard.
“Come here.” I stretched my arms overhead and curled my fingers in a beckoning motion.
Sebastian paused mid-thrust, presumably to see what would happen next. He moved his hips in tight little circles that ground his pubic bone over my aching, pulsing clit. A pleasant shudder ran down the length of my body, and my fingers spasmed.
Leopold stepped closer. My upside-down gaze dropped straight to the thick erection straining the fabric of his bottle-green pants. As awful as our school uniforms looked on everyone else, my boys wore theirs like young kings.
“What are you going to do, Wills?” Leopold purred.
I grabbed his waistband and pulled him so close, the warmth of his body radiated against the crown of my head. “You’re not getting left out.” My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Not even to watch.”
Leopold grinned. “You think you can take us both at the same time?”
“It can’t be more difficult than the time I sat on your face while I sucked Seb.”
His gaze flickered to Sebastian’s, and I lowered my head to find him smiling down at me. “Now, that was a sight for sore eyes.”
“Are you going to make jokes, or are you going to feed me your cock?” A thrill shot through my insides at the use of one of Leopold’s favorite words.
He scrambled out of his pants and boxers, unleashing his dick. I stretched out my arms and hooked them around his hips to bring him closer. Sebastian shifted us both higher up the bed, so my head could dangle over its edge, giving Leopold easier access to my mouth.
Leopold positioned his dick above my lips, and I flicked out my tongue to lap at his head. He made a low, sensual groan that made my nipples tighten, and my core muscles clench around Sebastian’s length. Sebastian slid inside, stretching me wide as though my core had already reverted from having been pounded so hard.
“You’re so sexy, lying there and taking us both,” said Leopold.
“We’re such lucky bastards,” Sebastian added as he took his time drawing back his hips.
Right then, I felt like I was the fortunate one for having found such loving, sexy boyfriends who cared about each other as much as they cared for me. As much as I wanted to draw things out with Leopold, I could no longer wait. That time I’d sat on his face had been magical, but I yearned to be filled from both ends.
Still gripping his hips, I pulled Leopold toward me and took his erection into my mouth. My tongue lashed at its underside, causing him to hiss. Sebastian continued his gentle thrusts, his eyes glued to my mouth, which was doing its best to devour Leopold whole.
“Wills,” Leopold purred. “This new sexual position suits you.”
Sebastian’s hands massaged my breasts. “By the end of the summer, I’ll bet you’ll be taking all three of us with ease.”
A bolt of arousal shot through my core. I pictured myself straddling
Sebastian while I pleasured Prakash with my mouth, and Leopold took my ass from behind. My eyes crossed, and a groan reverberated in the back of my throat.
I closed my lips around Leopold’s length and tilted my head further back, so the tip of his erection wouldn’t get stuck in the roof of my mouth. He slid in and out of me with long, leisured thrusts that matched Sebastian’s relaxed pace. I hollowed out my cheeks to give Leopold some gentle suction and clenched the muscles of my core to give Sebastian a tight squeeze.
Both kings gave me appreciative growls, and Leopold reached down to stroke the side of my cheek. I smiled around my mouthful and swept my tongue from side to side over the part I knew he was most sensitive. Sebastian teased my nipples with his thumb and forefingers, sending jolts of ecstasy down to my twitching core.
They increased their pace, and Sebastian’s long, deep thrusts created a delicious friction that made the muscles of my core clench and spasm around his length. I rocked back against him, increasing the intensity, and a moan slipped from my lips.
Leopold shuddered and tweaked one of my nipples, sending a bolt of sensation down to my core that made it clench harder around a hissing and trembling Sebastian. It was a crazy feedback loop where each of the king’s actions affected me, and I passed on the pleasure to the other. Round and round we went, fucking, sucking, sliding, and clenching.
Our combined gasps and moans filled the air, and the boys’ pace quickened even further until I became a mess of sparking sensations and couldn’t tell who was doing what, only that I was about to implode.
Pleasurable shivers seized my nerve endings, and my muscles clamped around Sebastian’s length, making him stiffen. A loud groan slipped from his lips, but I continued clenching and spasming around his length. The ripples of ecstasy increased in intensity until my entire body felt like it would combust with pleasure.
As I cried out, Leopold swelled in my mouth, releasing pulse after pulse of warm, bitter fluid. I let it gather in the back of my throat when he stopped twitching, then I swallowed it in a single gulp and gave him my widest grin.
“You sexy, little minx.” His lips crashed onto mine, and he kissed me hard and deep, as though his tongue was searching for traces of his taste.
