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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