EMILEE
I EXIT THE shower and grab the white towel off the hook on the wall. Wrapping it under my arms, I tuck the corner into itself between my breasts.
I’ve been staying at Kingdom with Titan for a week now. I spend the day with my mother; it’s been tolerable since George is still gone on his work trip. I’m hoping his getaway plane crashed down in the Atlantic somewhere. But I’m not sure my luck is that good.
My mother doesn’t talk about him. I think she’s giving up on trying to sell me on the idea of them together. And she just hasn’t had the energy.
I haven’t had any jobs since that one as a Queen. But it paid pretty well. It wouldn’t pay my mother’s bill a hundred percent, but it’s enough for me to survive. But at this point, I can’t get her to take any of my money. She says George has it covered.
Fuck that cunt bastard!
I step up to the white marble countertop and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is up in a messy bun because I didn’t wanna get it wet and have to bother with drying it here. My face now clear of makeup after scrubbing the layers off from my night. I worked with Jasmine as a ring card girl earlier this evening again. Grave fought in the main event and of course kicked ass. After we were done, she tried to talk me into going out. I didn’t want to, and I wasn’t quite in the mood to go to bed either. Titan went off to Grave’s private room after his fight to be with the rest of the Kings, so I came up to their Royal Suite and ran on the treadmill for thirty minutes. I needed to clear my head. Try to figure out my plans for the future. I can’t be a queen forever.
“Half God Half Devil” by In This Moment plays softly through the speakers in the ceiling.
I go to remove my towel and start getting dressed but stop when I hear voices on the other side of the door. Stepping back from the mirror, I turn to face it just as it opens. Bones and Titan both enter.
“Call him again,” Bones snaps, just as his already narrowed blue eyes meet mine. He comes to a sudden stop.
Titan shoves a hand through his hair, looking over at him. “The fucker …” His words trail off as he realizes Bones stopped and follows his line of sight. He too halts when his eyes meet mine. The door gently closes behind them, caging me in.
My heart begins to pound in my chest at the sight of them together. The three of us. In one room. I haven’t seen Bones since he kissed me in his office last week. And last time I saw Titan was this morning when I crawled out of his bed.
I open my mouth to say something—to explain what I’m doing in here—but nothing comes out.
I wait for them to excuse me or order me to leave the bathroom. But they remain standing perfectly still and silent.
I look over Titan in his dark jeans and plain black T-shirt. He has a silver-studded belt that has a chain leading to his back pocket. He wears a bracelet on his right wrist that matches it. His muscular arms make his shirt strain, showing me every defined muscle and all his tattoos.
Bones wears black slacks and a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His black ink that covers his arms and neck make him look out of place. Like he can’t decide if he wants to be the sinner or the saint.
They are both so different, yet so much the same, it scares me.
“Em,” Titan says my name, and I can’t hide the whimper that slips out from the roughness in his tone.
Fuck, these men have this way of making my body need them. They pull me in, and I’m not strong enough to fight them.
I lick my parted lips, “Sorry,” I mumble, not really knowing what I’m apologizing for exactly. I’m not doing anything wrong. I look down at the floor and force my heavy legs to take a few steps.
As I go to squeeze between them, a hand presses into my stomach, and my breath quickens as it brings me to a stop.
I look up and Titan stands there, his eyes looking into mine. I hope he doesn’t see the want in them. Or notice the way my body shakes.
I’m standing in a bathroom with both of them. Alone. And the only thing that separates me from them is a towel.
His eyes drop to where his large hand is pressed into the plush material, right over my navel. My eyes shoot to Bones. His baby blue eyes watch me without any emotion—giving nothing away.
The air in the room grows hotter; steam lingers from my shower, and I feel sweat bead on my forehead. “I should go,” I manage to whisper.
“Stay.”
My eyes widen at the single word Titan speaks, and my thighs tighten at what’s to come. When I don’t make a move to run, he steps forward and slowly walks around me, his hand remaining on my stomach over the towel. He comes to stand behind me and presses his front to my back. I moan when I feel his long and hard cock pressing into my lower back.
“Titan,” I pant, but my eyes go to Bones still standing before me, not saying a word. I’m not even sure he’s breathing.
Titan’s free hand comes up, and he wraps it around my neck, pulling my head back, and I swallow roughly against it. He lowers his lips to my ear, and whispers, “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted, Em?” His hot breath makes my skin break out in goose bumps. “Don’t be shy now.”
His hand on my stomach slowly begins to travel south. I close my eyes due to shame ’cause I make no move to stop him.
“Look at him,” Titan orders, and my eyes snap open. His hand reaches the bottom of the towel—right below my pussy. He slides his hand between my legs, and my lips part as my breathing picks up. His fingers run along my pussy. “Soaking wet. Just like I expected.”
A choking sound escapes my lips, and my body heats from embarrassment. I wanna close my eyes or look away, but Bones demands my attention by just standing in front of me. His eyes still don’t give anything away, but the bulge in his pants does. “Titan,” I pant.
“Shh.” He coos as he slides a finger into me. “Let him watch you come, baby.”
My breath gets caught as he adds another one. His hand tightens around my throat, and his fingers become forceful.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out while his fingers move in and out of me in a way that has heat running up my back.
“Say it,” Titan’s voice demands.
I close my eyes. God, please don’t make me …
“Beg me to make you come, Em. We wanna hear it.”
His fingers slow, and I whimper at the loss of that feeling that was growing. He chuckles from behind me, then I feel his breath on my ear again. “Look at Bones while you beg me to make you come, sweetheart.”
I’m having trouble breathing as it is with his hands pulling my throat back at this odd angle. His fingers stop altogether, and my stomach knots at the loss of what I was so close to getting.
They’re just words, I tell myself. Words that will get me what I want.
I open my heavy eyes and look up at Bones. His tatted arms are crossed over his chest, and his eyes are burning holes into mine. “Please,” I choke out.
“Please what?” Titan growls.
“Please make me come.” My voice shakes just as much as my legs. And Bones’s jaw sharpens at my words.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He thrusts his fingers roughly into me once again, and I can no longer fight it. My hands come up, my nails digging into his tatted forearm that holds my throat as a wave washes over me, pulling me down into the deep. My lips part, and I cry out into the bathroom while I come all over his fingers.
When I finally open my heavy eyes, I notice Bones is standing closer to us. So close that he has his hands over my towel, gripping my hips.
“Beautiful,” Titan whispers removing his fingers from my pussy, and I whimper at the loss of them.
Then without a word, he lifts his hand up that is covered in my arousal and Bones parts his lips, allowing Titan to place his two fingers in his mouth.
Bones’s eyes blaze down on me as he sucks them clean. “Does she taste as good as you remember?” Titan asks him, amusement in his voice.
Bones doesn’t answer. Instead, he removes his hands from my hips and lifts them. He gently tugs on the towel where I have it tucked into itself on my chest to keep it in place.
I don’t stop him. It’s been so long since he’s touched me.
It falls to the floor, and my breath gets stuck in my throat when he follows it, dropping to his knees. “Bones,” I pant.
“He wants a little more,” Titan says to me as he reaches up with his free hand and yanks my ponytail holder out of my messy bun. My hair falls down around my shoulders.
Bones grips my right thigh and lifts my shaky leg over his shoulder. I look down at him wide-eyed and in shock, silently begging him not to stop. Not to ask me if I really want this. Because I’m not sure I can lie and say no.
Titan lets go of my throat, and I take a deep breath, my chest rising and falling quickly. His now free hand lowers to grab my breast. I moan, closing my eyes when his other hand tangles in my hair. He yanks my head back, and I cry out when I feel Bones’s tongue lick over my throbbing pussy.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
Titan’s fingers pinch my nipple, and I stand on my tiptoes, letting out another cry of pleasure. Bones’s hand on my thigh squeezes to the point I know I’ll have a reminder of this tomorrow. Then his tongue enters me, and my body jerks involuntarily as my heart pounds in my chest. I’m gonna come again. “Please …”
Titan’s hand in my hair jerks my head to the side at an odd angle, and then his mouth is on mine. His lips devouring mine, swallowing my moans as Bones fucks my pussy with his tongue.
My head swims, my eyes fall shut, and my body heats once again. Every muscle tightens, and just as Titan pulls away, I scream out in pleasure into the bathroom from Bones on his knees with his head between my legs.
My legs buckle, and I go to crash to the floor, but Titan catches me. He slides an arm under my shaking knees and my back, cradling me to his chest. “Please,” I beg even though my mind says stop. I can’t take anymore.
“You want more, baby?” he asks.
My eyes begin to sting with embarrassment, but this may be my only chance to get what I’ve always wanted.
“Please.” My hands fist his shirt, and I bury my head into it. Then I feel us moving. A door is shoved open, and then I’m placed on my feet. I sway a little bit. I open my eyes to the dark room. We’re in the massage room, right off the bathroom. I remember walking in on Grave when he was in here with that blonde.
The walls are painted a dark gray, to help reduce lighting and there’s a large massage table in the middle, and a basket sits by the far wall with lotions and oils in it. A set of towels folded neatly next to it.
Titan gets my attention as he rips his shirt off and then he’s shoving his jeans down his muscular legs. He stands before me completely naked. Black and blue ink cover every inch of his arms, chest, and neck. His stomach is a sculptured perfection that shows off his six-pack. I like how he has a tattoo on his side, but that’s it as far as stomach. He’s got a black skull on his right pec that has a tilted crown on top of it with crossbones underneath. It’s what all the Kings have.
I turn to see Bones standing behind me. His blue eyes drop to my pussy, and he licks his wet lips. My shaking thighs are still wet from his head being between them. He’s still dressed in his button-down and slacks. I walk over to him, and his eyes meet mine. They give away nothing, but I can see he wants this too when my eyes drop to his slacks. He’s as hard as I am wet. I reach out and undo them. He stands completely still as I push them down, freeing his hard cock. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. My hand wraps around the base of it, and his body lightly jerks. My mouth begins to water when I feel the cold metal underneath—I count five piercings when my fingers run up his shaft. He never had those before. I want to taste him. Feel him. It’s been so long since we …
My body breaks out in goose bumps when I feel Titan come up behind me. His hand pulls my hair back and off my shoulders. He leans his lips down to my ear. “Wanna taste him like he did you?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously. I want to. God, how I want to. But what will Titan think of me?
He must sense my unease ’cause he speaks again. “Go ahead, baby. Let me watch him fuck your mouth.”
TITAN
She stands before me, practically panting as she stares down at Bones’s cock longingly. I look up at him, and his eyes are on her.
He’s as fucking hard as I am.
Emilee York has this effect on men. To see her want us as much as we do her makes me smile.
“Get on your knees, Em,” I order her when she just stands there. I know she wants it. She’s just nervous. Possibly ashamed. But there’s no reason to be. Any of us could have walked out of this room at any time. Yet here we still are.
She takes in a deep breath and falls to her knees. I reach down and wrap her long hair around my fist, and I gently pull her head back, so she has to look up at him. He wraps his hand around the base of his hard cock and strokes it a couple of times. She watches the motion, licking her lips. Then he guides it into her open and willing mouth.
My own dick throbs, standing to attention at the back of her head as she takes his.
He pushes his hips forward, and she goes to pull back, but my hand in her hair holds her in place, forcing her to take however he wants to give it to her. He goes slow at first—gentle—which surprises me. Nothing about Bones is ever gentle. But maybe he’s feeling her out—giving her a chance to tell him no. To shove him back.
She makes a moaning sound, still looking up at him. His head falls back, his neck tattoo moving as he swallows. His hips pick up, and he starts fucking her harder. She shifts on her knees, and I know her pussy is dripping wet from what we did to her in the bathroom and for what is to come. Her hands grip his thighs. Her nails digging into his skin. She clings to him.
We’re going to devour her.
Tears run down her face along with drool as he fucks her face like he once loved her, and she hurt him. Even though we know that’s not what happened.
His abs tense, and his jaw sharpens. Just when I think he is about to come, he pulls out of her mouth. I don’t blame him. I’d rather go inside her tight cunt or ass than in her mouth. Her head dips forward, and her breathing fills the smaller room as “Saints,” By Echos begins to play.
How fitting.
Wasting no time, I lean down and pick her up. I position myself on my back on the massage table, pulling her on top of me. Bones goes over to the wicker basket that holds the oils before he gets up on his knees behind her, and she whimpers.
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and yank her face down to mine. I kiss her desperately. My tongue sweeps her mouth, tasting a little bit of Bones on her. She pulls away, gasping for breath, and her head falls to the crook of my neck.
I look up over her shoulder to Bones. He reaches forward, grips a handful of her hair and yanks her head back, using that roughness that he prefers. She cries out, and the sound makes my cock jerk.
He leans over her back, lowering his lips to her ear. His eyes hold mine. There’s no challenge in them. No jealousy. Just pure want. “You’re gonna have to say it, Em.”
It’s the first time he’s spoken to her since we entered the bathroom to find her fresh out of the shower. Wrapped in a towel and silently begging us to use her.
Her hands are on my chest, and her tits right above my face. My hands skate up her sides to her chest. I grip a handful of her luscious tits. And she gasps. We’re both patiently waiting for her to give us the green light. It’ll be worth the wait.
His tongue comes out and licks at her tears before pulling her earlobe between his teeth. “Say it.” She’s still trying to catch her breath, and her heavy eyes are closed. “Tell us that you want both of our cocks fucking you. At the same time.”
She squeezes her eyes tightly and licks her wet lips. Her face is free of makeup, and she looks absolutely beautiful. This is how I always imagined her—wet, needy, and fucking begging. “Please,” she whispers.
“Louder!” he demands. His hands still fisted in her hair.
I release her breasts, and what sounds like a growl escapes her parted lips. I place my hands on her hips, refusing to touch her anywhere else until she gives us the go.
She rocks her hips back and forth, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Just say it, baby.
“Please.” She clears her throat when the single word comes out rough. “Please fuck me. Both of you.”
His hand goes between her parted legs that straddle my hips. He shoves two fingers into her pussy without warning, and she whimpers at his force. She’s already so sore. Just wait until tomorrow, sweetheart.
He removes them and runs them over her ass, getting it ready for his cock.
Her eyes open, and they look down at me. My hand slides between her legs, and I rub her clit while he finger-fucks her. Her body jerks, and she cries out at the sensation. When he pulls his fingers out and goes to grab the oil to coat his dick, I slip two fingers into her myself. Her breath catches, and then I pull them out. Her body sags the best it can against mine ’cause Bones’s right hand is still fisted in her hair. I lift my fingers and rub them against her lips. Her tongue flicks out to taste herself.
“Suck on them,” I demand, and she opens her pretty lips for me. I slide them into her mouth, and she moans, rocking her hips against me.
Bones shifts on his knees, and I know he’s ready. I take my free hand and lift my hips, sliding my hard cock slowly into her soaking wet pussy. Her walls clamp down around me, sucking me in, and my balls tighten. Fuck, how am I gonna keep from coming too soon?
She bites down on my finger, and Bones shifts again. Her body stiffens above me.
“Relax, it’s gonna feel good, Em,” I tell her, and he lets out a growl as he enters her a little more. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
She tries to pull her head back from my finger, but Bones’s hand is still fisted in her hair, holding her in place. There’s nowhere for her to go.
I begin to move my hips up and down slowly, and I feel her body begin to ease up. When I remove my thumb from her mouth, she’s gasping for air. Eyes shut and with the way he has her head pulled back, I watch her throat work as she swallows.
I trail my fingers down over her chin and to her delicate neck. My hips pick up their pace, and the table starts rocking back and forth when Bones begins to fuck her ass.
“Gooodddd,” she chokes out, and her slick body begins to move with ours. I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze it as we take over.
Fucking her like she is just another whore we found on the streets and wanted to use for the night. But the reality is far worse—we both love her. Just in completely different ways.
