Playing To Win: The Complete King Brothers Collection (A Contemporary Romance Box Set)

by Teagan Kade

  “Titus,” she gasps with fresh urgency, “I’m going to come.”

  With a final swish of my tongue, I let my fingers slide out of her quietly, come over her and press them into her mouth so she can taste herself.

  “See how wet you are for me?”

  She nods, sucking gently, eyes wide and alert and so fucking pretty it hurts.

  I lean forward to kiss her, taking her mouth with the same kind of urgency, claiming it as my own. Her chest rises and falls below me, the pebbled nubs of her nipples brushing against my skin.

  I could get used to this, I think somewhere in that tangled web of sensation and thought, that heady sexual soup in my head.

  Christ, I cannot get enough of her.

  I take hold of my cock, but she places her hand against it. “Not yet. I’ve always wanted to….” She stops there, unsure.

  “You can tell me.”

  “Sixty-nine?” she says, though it’s more of a question than a statement.

  I nod smiling wide. “My favorite number. Lie down on your side.”

  She lies and I join her in the opposite direction, bring her top leg over my ribs and take hold of her ass, filling my face with her sex.

  Tentatively, head lying on my thigh, she grips my swollen erection and brings it to her mouth, licking around the head of it before sucking it deeper.

  It’s fucking incredible being locked together her with like this in mutual pleasure, my cock in her mouth, my tongue separating the puffy lips of her pussy, splitting them right down the center and slowly entering her most intimate place.

  She pumps my cock, sucking and licking until I’m close myself and want nothing more than to be inside her.

  I sit up and help her onto her back, climbing over her and sliding inside her in a single, actioned motion. Deep in that tight, wet channel of her pussy, it’s bliss. Legs raised against my sides, she pulls me deeper, fingers clawing into my buttocks, the mattress forcing her down and up against my cock.

  I kneel and change the angle, hitting her g-spot with every thrust, watching the way her hair sways against the side of the bed as I take her.

  “Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”

  I place my hand lightly around her throat, leveraging harder and faster inside her, the heat, the wetness, the comforting pressure of her pussy almost too much to bear.

  She reaches up and pulls me to her, lets me trail hot kisses down the side of her neck and across the bare blade of her shoulder. When I settle on a nipple, pulling it to tawny attention in my mouth, her moan stops and her mouth simply remains open, caught like a bear trap.

  I plunge inside her, desire building around the root of my cock with every thrust, my head swimming and lost in her body, the two of us more than lovers but passengers on some strange space flight ready to leave the planet for good.

  When she asks to be on top, I simply roll us over and take hold of her beautiful ass, let her fuck me in her own way and enjoy the show. She bounces on my cock with enthusiasm, holding and kneading her breasts, her mouth remaining fixed wide in ecstasy.

  Her movements grow so frenzied I slip out momentarily, her hand moving to lightly stroke me before guiding me once more back inside her body.

  She leans forward and kisses me. I seize the opportunity and drive up inside her, my ass jumping from the bed, hers filling my hands.

  She places her hands on my chests and rocks upwards, leaning back until my cock’s deliciously compressed inside her pussy, her walls clamping my shaft every time it enters her.

  I sigh when she lifts herself away.

  “Leaving so soon?” I query.

  She turns around and sinks back onto my cock in reverse cowgirl, leaning forward and taking hold of my ankles so I can see every detail of the sexual act before me. “Thought you’d like to see backstage,” she laughs, pushing back against me. “What do you think?”

  “I think it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

  I let her fuck me slowly, grind and ease herself against my cock until I can’t take any more. I rise up from the bed and help her around, bring her lips to mine, my fingers finding her clit and working there in a gentle rhythm.

  “How’s that?” I ask, less than an inch from her lips.

  Her hand goes to the side of my face, to the stubble I never had time to shave off. “Perfection.”

  I come up higher and force her onto her knees, taking hold of her ass and running deep inside her. I leave a spread hand on her lower back, hold her hip with the other and bring her back against me hard, her ass cheeks jiggling with each thrust.

  Her fingers grip the edge of the bed, breasts swaying against the duvet below. “Yes, yes, yes,” she bellows, louder now, not that we have any neighbors to worry about up here in the clouds.

  I slow down my thrusting, spank her lightly on the left ass cheek and smile when she yelps in surprise. “That was naughty, husband.”

  God, she’s wet.

  I draw back, my cock slipping out to sit against the tight rosette of her asshole. It’s slick with her need. “Oh? You think that’s naughty?”

  She gasps. “You wouldn’t,” she replies, but I hear the excitement in her voice.

  “Watch me.”

  I ease myself slowly forward, using my thumbs to open up her ass cheeks and spread her hole, let my cock sink slowly inside the tight tunnel of her ass.

  “Ho-ly fuck,” she announces, her fingers dragging up more of the duvet, back arching in response.

  I go slow, inch by precious inch, but she’s so wet it’s barely a task. Before long my entire shaft is buried deep in the hot glove of her ass.

  I reach around her stomach, finding her clit and lightly rubbing it in slow circles with three combined fingers. “How does that feel?”

  She pushes back, urging me on. “Good. Really good.”

  I pull back and press forward, slowly speeding up, enjoying the new textures of her body.

  “Oh, god,” she moans, her voice muffled by the duvet.

  I keep circling her clit, running deeper now and starting to fuck her ass properly.

  Her cries grow in volume and she starts to jerk against me, skin a deeper scarlet than before, her breathing rushed and labored.

  “Yes,” she repeats, a drummed mantra.

  My balls are tight, my mouth dry. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold out.

  I grit my teeth together and flip us over so I’m on my back with her spread out on top of me. I cover her breasts with my arm, holding her in place while she bucks and jumps, the thick length of my cock still deep in her most taboo area.

  I increase the pressure on her clit with her free hand, her legs spread so wide it’s almost unnatural.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she shouts.

  I thrust deeper, pull out and run forward knowing I’m seconds away from release.

  She stiffens against me and I know she’s about to join me.

  She goes to say something, but it’s stifled in her throat. Her ass and pussy pulse as one, and she convulses against my cock as she comes.

  I let out a groan and find my own release—a blood-rushing ripple in time that forces me as deep inside her as I can physically manage.

  We explode together, a synchronicity I’ve never experienced before. I come over and over and over again, my cock pumping and firing endlessly.

  It’s only when I’ve nothing more to give, when I’m so dizzy I think I’m going to pass out, I actually remember to breathe.

  She gives a final, stuttered moan, lifting my hand from her clit, her entire body relaxing. I slide out of her ass, my cock continuing to jerk against her thigh.

  I like the feeling of her weight on top of me, the reassuring blanket of her body.

  “Titus… I… I have no words.”

  “We don’t need them,” I pant back. “And we haven’t even started on the missing bucket list items.”

  She laughs. “God help me. Is it going to be like that every time?”

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bsp; I let her slide off me, conform to my side, and place her head against my chest. “Better,” I tell her.

  She laughs, breath hot against my chest. “If I come any harder, I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.”

  I kiss her, taste the supple flavors of her mouth. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  I break away and look deep into her eyes, could stare at them for an eternity if I could, mapping out every line and shift in color, the mysteries of the world caught inside them. “I love you,” I tell her, and it’s not forced or practiced but perfectly right and true.

  She senses it and smiles. “I love you too.”

  It’s funny because I’m sure I’ve heard her say it before. It’s that flash of the familiar I can’t seem to shake.

  I’m sad I might never remember our first relationship, but I’m determined to do everything in my power to make this one work, to simply have a second chance at happiness, to be a father to our baby and the best god damn husband the world’s ever seen.

  Because I may have lost a lot when I took that ball to the head, but it just cleared the way for more memories.

  EPILOGUE

  ONE YEAR LATER

  TITUS

  “Titus, you’re up.”

  I take up my bat and head to the home plate. Low wind, big crowd—perfect conditions to send this sucker into the stratosphere.

  The nerves are gone as I take a warm-up swing. I’m used to this now. It’s just like going to work, another day at the office—when your office is Fenway Park.

  My old nemesis Joe Pearson is pitching tonight. His journey hasn’t been too dissimilar to my own. It’s almost nostalgic coming together like this again. But, like me, he’s all business.

  He squats, lines me up, and it happens.

  A phantom pain right where he clocked me back at Crestfall a year ago, right in the middle of my head. I swing, but I’m way off, the crunch of the ball into the catcher’s mitt behind me signaling a strike.

  Fuck.

  The pain deepens. I try to force it away, shake it off, but it remains.

  The second pitch and it blooms again. I swing, the ball skimming the bottom of the bat but still finding its way to the catcher.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose, but nothing is undoing this thing.

  Coach is yelling something, but not even his usual buzz saw of a voice can get through to me.

  The third pitch, a fastball, and I barely swing.

  The ball collides with leather and something is unlocked, a switch flicked in my head.

  “You’re out!”

  I remember.

  I remember everything.

  Everything.

  The entire world filters away as I head back to the dugout, too much information to process at once flooding into my head now the gates have opened.

  I never thought this day would come, and here of all places.

  I take a seat and stare at the ground between my feet, the bat I was holding falling from my hand.

  It wants to overwhelm me. There’s too much. I can’t.

  A cold sweat breaks out, a nervous tremor starting in my head.

  “Titus.”

  It’s Maya.

  I stand and face the gate, see her there with our beautiful baby girl Amelie, the tiny league cap she’s wearing slanted to the side.

  The panic falls away, shed at the sight of the two most precious things in the world to me. Everything is suddenly so clear.

  I reach for Maya’s hand, stroke the back of it with my thumb, Amelie’s hand’s reaching out for me, for a cuddle. I take her and hold her high on my chest. She plays with my ear, looking into it like a miniature explorer. She’s just like her mother—a brilliant, inquisitive mind.

  I look into Maya’s eyes, never want to look away. I see more in them now than ever before. I see us before the accident, the first time we met at Peyton and Erin’s party, our first kiss, our first…

  “Titus?” she repeats, sudden concern at the no doubt look of complete stupefaction of my face.

  “I remember,” I tell her.

  She looks at me quizzically. “What?”

  “Everything,” I laugh.

  Concern turns into surprise. “From before?”

  “Everything,” I repeat. “It came back.”

  She rushes forward to hug me, the gate between us, Amelie cooing in delight. “Oh, Titus. Should I call a doctor?”

  “No,” I laugh. “Call the others, because there’s going to be one hell of a celebration tonight.”

  She’s crying. “I’m so happy. You have no idea.”

  I can’t believe it myself. I speak to the soft nook of her neck, a spot I’ve kissed a thousand times before. “I never thought it would happen. It’s so clear, baby.”

  She holds my shoulders, tears flowing hot and salty, oblivious to the odd stares around us from the fans, my teammates. “What now?” she asks.

  But there’s a bigger question pressing at me. “Did you doubt us before I remembered, did you doubt my love for you?”

  ’Cause yeah, I can say big boy words like that now without suddenly feeling emasculated. I’ve grown in so many ways since the move.

  She smiles and at first, I’m unsure what she’s going to say. Her fingers tighten on my shoulder, even Amelie growing quiet with anticipation. “Baby, this last year has assuaged any doubts I had. I mean, yeah, I’m glad you’ve got your memories back, but you fell in love with me twice. Not many people get to experience that, right?”

  “I guess not,” I reply, leaning forward to kiss her, Amelie clapping along keen to be part of this pop-up party.

  “Did you hear that, beautiful girl?” I tell her. “Daddy got his memories back.”

  She scrunches her face up, babbling away in baby speak. “That’s right,” I laugh, looking to Maya, my love, my everything, “and I’m ready to make a whole lot more.”

  Hot Shot

  Teagan Kade

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  Published by Teagan Kade

  Edited by Sennah Tate

  Copyright © 2020 by Teagan Kade

  CHAPTER ONE

  PHOENIX

  I’ve been staring at this bowl of cereal for far too long, lost in the milky cosmos of it. Unsurprisingly, the universe’s biggest questions remain unanswered when I finally decide to dip my spoon in.

  It’s quiet in the King household for a weekday, even with Peyton gone—too quiet. Nolan stumbles down the stairs right on cue, sliding into the kitchen wearing nothing but a tube sock.

  I let my spoon fall back into the bowl, nodding between his legs. “That to cover up the leprous look of your dick or you expecting someone?”

  He walks past me to the fridge, opening it and peering inside, closing it when he finds nothing to his liking. He perches himself on the end of the breakfast bar and selects a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it slowly. “The latter.”

  “Who is she?” I ask. “Last I checked you had worked your way through Crestfall’s brain-challenged.”

  He shakes the banana at me. “Ah, but they are the best kind, dear brother. As they say, a real woman should make your dick hard, not your life.”

  I have to shake my head, scooping up another spoonful of cereal. “I swear to god, if you ever get married, I’ll eat my shoe.”

  Nolan bends over to look beneath the breakfast bar. “Hmm, nice pair of Jordans you got there, bro. It’s going to be an expensive meal.”

  I’m about to deliver a zinger of a comeback when there’s a knock at the door.

  Nolan raises an eyebrow. “Titus’s tutor girl?”

  I check the Hooter’s clock on the wall. “Nah, too early.”

  Nolan pushes himself off the bar. “I’ll get it.”

  I stand and hold him at bay. “Like hell. What if it’s the Girl Scouts, huh? They’d be scarred for life.”

  Nolan grabs his sock-clad dick. “It would be an education, though.”

  I shove him away and head for the door, checking the peephole b
efore pulling it open.

  Jamie, our agent, stands there in a slick two-piece suit, shoes polished to mirror perfection—bit like his teeth. He puts them to work. “Phoenix! Just the King I’ve come to see.”

  I step aside and try not to sound too sarcastic. “Lucky me. Come in.”

  Jamie’s been around our family so long he doesn’t bat an eyelid when he sees a half-naked Nolan downing what’s left of my cereal. “One of those days, is it?” he asks.

  Nolan speaks through a mouthful of cereal, his bare ass cheeks the same ivory white as the breakfast bar. “You got a deal for me, Jamie?”

  “Not unless you’re looking for a two-for-one at Burger King, but they’ll come if you keep your game up.”

  “Let me know,” Nolan mumbles back.

  I hear Titus upstairs, shouting about the bathroom.

  “Sorry, bro!” Nolan yells back.

  “Come on,” I tell Jamie, leading him to the French doors that open to the outdoor area. I unlatch one and step out, closing it firmly behind Jamie and directing him to a deck chair by the pool.

  “Just a quick visit to see if you’ve made a decision yet.”

  I pick a deck chair and recline, taking out my Ray-Bans and slipping them into place while the pool casts white ribbons across the tiles. “I haven’t decided, no.”

  Jamie’s been on my case about this for a while. Graduation is looming and there’s a gravy train of NBA teams looking to sign me up. It’s all very hush-hush, but the offers are there… for a limited time if I were to believe Jamie.

  He sits on the edge of his deck chair popping open another button on his business shirt. “Look, Phoenix, these guys want you bad. I’m talking high-school-crush-asking-you-behind-the-bleachers bad. He takes out his cell, swiping up something. “You want perks? Chicago’s offering you a luxury apartment, lake views. Atlanta? They’ve got a snot green Lambo with your name on it… if you want it, and San An… Well, they told me on the downlow they can supply a steady stream of double D assistants more than happy to help with any pre-game jitters.”

  “They do like things bigger in Texas,” I muse.

  “So you’re leaning that way?” Jamie pushes.

  “Fuck no,” I reply sharply. “I told you, I haven’t made a decision.”