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by Lisa Lang Blakeney




  The King Brothers

  The Complete Collection

  Lisa Lang Blakeney

  Writergirl Press

  Contents

  Claimed By A King

  Prologue

  1. Jade

  2. Jade

  3. Jade

  4. Jade

  5. Camden

  6. Camden

  7. Camden

  8. Jade

  9. Jade

  10. Camden

  11. Jade

  12. Camden

  13. Camden

  14. Jade

  15. Jade

  16. Camden

  17. Jade

  18. Jade

  19. Jade

  20. Camden

  21. Jade

  22. Jade

  Epilogue

  Bonus Epilogue

  Indebted To A King

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Broken By A King

  Introduction

  1. STONE

  2. STONE

  3. TINY

  4. STONE

  5. TINY

  6. SIX

  7. STONE

  8. TINY

  9. STONE

  10. TINY

  11. TINY

  12. TINY

  13. TINY

  14. TINY

  15. STONE

  16. STONE

  17. STONE

  18. TINY

  19. TINY

  20. TINY

  21. STONE

  22. TINY

  23. TINY

  24. STONE

  25. STONE

  26. STONE

  27. TINY

  28. STONE

  29. TINY

  30. STONE

  31. TINY

  32. TINY

  33. STONE

  34. STONE

  35. STONE

  36. TINY

  Promised To A King

  Introduction

  Author’s Note

  SLOAN

  CUTTER

  SLOAN

  CUTTER

  SLOAN

  SLOAN

  CAMDEN

  JADE

  JADE

  CAMDEN

  ARIANA

  STONE

  NEWS

  SLOAN

  SLOAN

  SLOAN

  CAMDEN

  CAMDEN

  JADE

  STONE

  SLOAN

  CAMDEN

  CUTTER

  SLOAN

  Note From Lisa

  Where You Can Find Me

  Acknowledgments

  More Bonus Stuff!

  Gunslinger Excerpt

  Book List

  Praise For Cousins

  Cousins Book One

  Cousins Book Two

  Cousins In Love Book Three

  About the Author

  Claimed By A King

  Prologue

  The Harbor Hotel

  Baltimore, Maryland

  Three Months Ago

  CAMDEN

  I’m not a big talker.

  I keep to myself.

  If someone needs to make a lot of noise, I let my brother Cutter handle that. Cutter often describes me as the silent and deadly type. That may be a somewhat accurate characterization of me, but I like to think of myself as careful instead.

  A watcher.

  Someone who calculates risk before taking it. Someone who observes a situation long and hard before striking. But when I finally do make the decision to act, I don’t fuck around. I handle my business. Which is what brings me here standing in front of the five-star Harbor Hotel of Baltimore, Maryland.

  I’ve run a million scenarios in my head.

  I’ve calculated the risk.

  And I think it’s fucking worth it.

  Tonight … I’m taking what’s mine.

  I’ve been patient long enough.

  One

  Jade

  The Harbor Hotel

  Baltimore, Maryland

  Three Months Ago

  I’m in the bathroom, in my birthday suit, contemplating the day I’ve just had. As I sip on my second large cocktail consisting of Grey Goose vodka and pineapple juice over ice, I finish wiping off the remnants of my so-called waterproof mascara, and start running the tub when I hear a knock at my hotel room door.

  I’m feeling no pain, but the knock is loud enough that I hear it over my old school nineties jams streaming through an app on my phone. I don’t think anything of the interruption, though, because I’m expecting an overpriced Cobb salad and an iced tea from room service. So I wrap the oversized bath sheet around my nude body, run to the door, crack it open to let the server in, and immediately turn back to attend to my tub full of water.

  “You can just leave the platter on the bed,” I call out. Running back to the bubbles and cocktail waiting for me. But it isn’t anyone from room service. It’s a greeting from a deep, rolling, familiar voice that makes my stomach flip and flutter instead.

  “Where are you running off to, itty bitty?”

  I whip my head around in shock. Strands of my hair flying in my mouth. Only one person calls me that particular nickname, and he has no business being here.

  “What the hell?!” The words tumble out of my mouth.

  “Come again?”

  The voice doesn’t like it when I curse at him. Never mind the fact that he has a foul mouth too. Never mind the fact that he is here invading my space, not the other way around, so in my opinion a couple of curse words are definitely called for.

  “Let me speak clearer for you then.” I make sure to enunciate all my consonants and vowels. Especially the bad ones. “What the hell are you doing in my hotel room? No wait, what the fuck are you doing in Maryland, period?”

  “Handling some business, and watch your fucking mouth.”

  My boss Camden King, deliciously dressed in all black, steps completely into my room, lets the door click shut, and carefully drops his signature black leather backpack on the floor. As soon as I hear the thump of his bag hitting the carpeted entryway, the room suddenly becomes several square feet smaller.

  I can barely breathe.

  His cocky dominance takes up so much oxygen, and there’s a seriousness etched across his beautifully chiseled face that frightens and fascinates me at the same time.

  “What business?” I ask with a faux confidence. Not even realizing that I am walking backwards towards the wall as he moves silently forward like the predator that he is quickly revealing himself to be.

  I stop moving when I can’t any longer, my back finally against the wall, white knuckling the corners of my towel, making sure that it stays closed. Because if it slips even just a little, I think I will end up slipping.

  Slipping right on top of his enormous dick.

  I hate to admit it to myself, but doing Camden King has been a reoccurring theme in many o
f my dreams lately. Dreams I hoped would cease very soon, because they are a pain in my ass and a strain on my vibrator. Not to mention that I couldn’t or wouldn’t ever make the decision to actually fuck my boss.

  Only in my dreams.

  Or so I keep telling myself.

  The two of us stare at each other for a moment in uneasy silence. We don’t really need words at the moment, because the fact that he is here speaks volumes. Camden doesn’t travel much outside of the Philadelphia area. Not unless it’s absolutely required for a job, and being in Baltimore was certainly not a job requirement. We don’t have any clients in the area, and we both are actually supposed to be somewhere else tonight.

  The beauty of my relationship with my employers: Camden, Cutter and Roman has always been that it’s a simple and straight forward relationship. I work for them. They pay me. I take care of them. They protect me. But we give each other a wide berth when it comes to our private lives. They have their women. Lots of women. And I’ve had my dalliances too, but no one interferes in each other’s lives.

  At least not until today.

  “What are you doing in this hotel, Jade?” he asks while closing the gap between us even more. “Why aren’t you home attending the fundraiser?”

  There was an important autism fundraising event hosted by Roman’s stepmother that we both were supposed to attend. I was planning all week to be there, but decided at the last minute to come here instead. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, because there would have been too many questions. Questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

  “Why aren’t you there?” I counter.

  “I asked first,” he says while flashing that very wicked smile of his.

  “What business is it of yours?”

  “Last time I checked you are my business.” He takes a long pause for effect then finishes his thought. “You work for me, remember?”

  “Well if you want to get technical about things, Roman is the one who hired me.”

  “I think you’re very confused.” Camden practically growls in my face.

  At this point, we are standing so close to each other that I feel drenched in his scent. All of the domineering men I work for have a signature aroma, but Camden always smells the best. Earthy and natural. Like he sweats sandalwood and leather. The scent is utterly intoxicating and must be permanently etched in my olfactory senses, because sometimes I wake up in the morning and swear that I can actually smell him in my apartment. Which is completely impossible, because Camden has never been inside of my place, and Lord knows that I’m trying to keep it that way.

  “You answer to three men. Roman, me, and my brother. Of course tonight you have the distinct pleasure of only having to answer to me,” he says while running the backs of his fingers gingerly down the side of my face. The unexpected touch of his calloused knuckles almost takes my breath away. What is he doing?

  “Listen, Camden—”

  “No, you listen.”

  He’s so close that his lips are actually touching mine as he continues to speak. His eyes almost dancing. “I tracked you, I followed you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

  He firmly grabs me around my waist with one hand, and places his other on the hand that is holding my towel in place.

  “What did you—”

  He cuts off my idiotic question with his mouth, and kisses me like he was trying to teach me a lesson. A lesson on how to fuck someone’s mouth properly. A lesson on how to shut a woman up in the most pleasurable way possible. A lesson on never questioning why Camden does anything he does. It would be pointless. Especially if he was going to do shit like this to stop me.

  I haven’t allowed myself to completely let go though. I’m still highly strung like a tightly wound clock, because I haven’t been kissed like this since … well I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve only had one serious relationship in my life, which was a complete disaster from start to finish, and then a string of meaningless fucks afterwards.

  I never kiss them.

  It’s one of my rules.

  A rule I seem to have completely thrown to the wayside as Camden’s tongue expertly and languidly explores mine. Soft, tender, exploratory strokes of his tongue that are loosening me up with each swipe. His skills are so amazing that they make me wonder just how good it would feel if he used them on other areas of my body.

  Probably would be life changing.

  There’s no way I can let things get to that point though, because that would be damn near close to breaking my never going to fuck my boss rule. Unfortunately Camden’s expert command of my mouth and my inability to respond appropriately because of it starts to shake my resolve.

  I release the taut hold I had on my towel. Then he lifts his hand away from mine and slides it in my hair at the nape of my neck.

  Cradling the back and side of my head.

  Stroking his thumb gently near the corner of my mouth.

  Pulling me farther into him.

  Deepening our kiss.

  And ratcheting up the heat factor.

  I completely let go of the towel. It feels stupid to keep holding onto it in the middle of us passionately making out, because that is indeed what we are doing, even though my hands are still in between us. Serving as the last remaining barrier between the two of us making full bodily contact.

  I can’t place my arms around his neck like I want to, because Camden is so much taller than me, so I slide them around his waist instead. Decision made. If this is going to happen, then it’s going to happen. Maybe it was meant to be. There’s no one here to interrupt us. There’s no one to talk me out of it. There’s just me and him. No one will have to know. It could be a one time thing. Another meaningless fuck. It would have to be.

  He’s my boss and someone I’ve known for a long time, and because of those two things, he knows entirely too much about me, and I know quite a bit about him as well. Things that would make going beyond one night complicated and awkward. So yeah, it could never be more than one night in this hotel room for both of our sakes.

  Camden abruptly pulls away from the kiss and glares at me almost angrily. As if he’s upset that he’s just kissed me, or something. Me too, buddy, I think to myself. I never thought I would be kissing Camden King naked in a hotel room.

  Honestly, I have no idea what he’s thinking. Which is one of the things that drives me absolutely nuts about Camden. I can’t read his facial expressions or lack thereof for shit. Which makes handling him that much more of a challenge. It’s always been like that, and oddly enough, one of the things that draws me to him.

  “What?” I ask open-mouthed.

  He slowly rakes his eyes up and down my nude body before asking the craziest question.

  “Are you fucking someone here?”

  “What?!”

  “Did I stutter? I asked you if you’re fucking someone.”

  “What does that matter?”

  “Not the right answer, Jade.”

  “Don’t make this more difficult.”

  “Don’t make what more difficult?”

  “Whatever I think is about to happen in this room.”

  “Nothing is going to happen in this room until you tell me if you’re fucking someone or not.”

  “Are you actually trying to throw down an ultimatum? Let’s not forget that I didn’t invite you here. You barged your way in here. I could care less whether anything happens between us tonight or not.”

  “Your pussy begs to differ.”

  “You don’t know shit about what’s in between my legs, and you never will.”

  I bend down to pick up my towel, suddenly very self-conscious about my lack of clothing.

  “Anyone who stepped inside of this room right now would know. You can smell it. It’s wet. It’s weeping. It’s hungry. And I made it that way.”

  For just a moment his gifted kissing technique made me forget what an arrogant prick Camden King can be, and the reason why I in fact have rules in place to
begin with.

  “Get out,” I order firmly.

  “I’m not going any motherfucking where,” he growls.

  “I don’t want you here. Get out—”

  He cuts my words off again, but this time with one of his hands wrapped around my throat and the other shoved between my legs. I inadvertently drop the towel again, and immediately feel a warm gush between my legs as he slides his fingers back and forth between my folds.

 

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