Arranged love

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I CHECK MY phone for the third time in five minutes. I’ve become a fucking chick waiting for a call from Em. I’m worried about her. I was able to talk her into staying here, but she’s on edge, and George is still MIA. We have no leads at the moment. I shove my phone into my back pocket. “Any word on the guy who broke into her parents’ house?” I ask Bones as we walk up the back stairs to Kingdom.

“No. Luca has put the word out and is waiting for info. He’ll call the moment he has it.”

We walk into the back door of Kingdom and see Nigel standing behind his desk. He is to the Kings like Alfred was to Batman-irreplaceable.

“Hello, Bones. Titan.” He nods in greeting.

“Good evening, Nigel,” I say, coming to stand in front of the single elevator. I place my card in front of it, and the door slides open.

“Oh, sir. I just wanted to let you know that Emilee has joined Jasmine up in The Palace,” he says as the door slides shut.

I look over at Bones, and he shrugs. It’s the first he’s hearing about this as well. Queens are allowed to join other Queens when doing a job, but it has to be approved through me, and they will both be granted access for their date and each paid accordingly. But I have not done so for tonight.

I place my card to the keypad and press the sixteenth floor. Looks like we’re making a stop.

We exit the elevator and come up to The Palace door. I punch in the code and enter the room with Bones behind me. We hear their laughter immediately. And I hate how much I missed hearing Emilee’s. She hasn’t laughed since her mother passed.

We come to the open room and see them lying on the floor. Emilee is on her stomach, her feet kicking her ass while propped up on her elbows. Jasmine lies on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days blasts from a cell phone on the floor lying next to Emilee. Bones and I both do a quick sweep of the room for the client but don’t see him. He must have had his service and was done for the night. The thought of Emilee joining them has my teeth grinding. The only person I will share her with is standing beside me at the moment.

“God, remember that time we slashed Trenton’s tires and busted out his windows?” Jasmine laughs.

“Of course. You made me take a shot before we went.”

“No. No. No.” She rolls over onto her stomach as well. “I forced the first one down your throat, but you willingly swallowed the second and third.” They both giggle. “Man, he was so mad.” Jasmine goes on. “He heard us and ran outside with a bat.”

“Yeah, and you held your arms out wide and said swing, motherfucker. I’m pretty sure he shit his pants when he saw it was you destroying his precious car.” Emilee gets to her feet, and I don’t miss how she stumbles. She’s drunk. And to further prove me right, she walks over to the bar.

EMILEE

“He was pissed.” I laugh, adding some vodka to my empty cup.

“Yeah, he was. But the sex we had afterward was off the charts,” she adds.

I turn to walk back over to my spot on the floor but come to a halt when I see Titan and Bones standing before me. Side by side, they have their arms crossed over their chests and legs wide. How long have they been here?

“Trenton didn’t have the biggest dick, but he knew how to use it,” Jasmine goes on. “He sucked at oral, though. Fuck, why did I ever like him?”

My eyes go back and forth between Bones and Titan. They both stare at me, giving nothing away. But if I had to guess, I’d say they’re pissed we’re in here.

“You know that fucker still blames me for getting him kicked off the football team?” she asks, looking up at me from her stomach on the floor. “Like I made him snort cocaine. Em?” she asks when I just stand there. She looks over her shoulder and gets to her feet when she spots the Kings.

Letting out a soft chuckle, she reaches over, grabs my full drink, and smiles. “Now it’s a party.” She tips my cup back and takes a drink. “Who’s gonna strip first?” she asks them.

Bones slides his blue eyes to hers. “Show us what you got.” He arches a brow, daring her.

My eyes widen and go to Titan’s. I expect him to put a stop to this, but he just stands there. He’s pissed. I know it. I’ve avoided talking to him about what I did for the last three days. I didn’t ask him to save me. I stand by what I did. That house was nothing to me. My only regret is that George wasn’t here to go up in flames with it.

But I also haven’t brought up the fact that he asked me to let him love me. Was that the same as telling me that he loves me? Or that he could if I let him in? I should have told him then how I felt. But I didn’t, and now the time has passed.

“I don’t think …” I swallow nervously, trying to focus. On top of being surprised by their presence, I’m also drunk as fuck.

Jasmine steps forward, grips the hem of her shirt, and pulls it up over her head before tossing it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her paid for tits are on full display. Bones clears his throat, clearly affected by her brazenness. His eyes on her chest. Her hands on her jeans. She has her shoes kicked off and pants undone in a matter of seconds.

Bones drops his arms down to his side as she steps up to him completely naked. She stands up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He slides his hands into her red hair, but the last second, she pulls away, letting out a laugh.

She faces me. My eyes widen as she walks to me. I don’t dare look at the Kings. I keep my eyes on her green ones, silently asking what in the hell is she doing? But I don’t get to ask out loud. She grabs my arm and pulls me into her. Cupping my face, she presses her lips to mine.

My eyes fall close at her soft lips against mine. With one hand on my face and the other on the small of my back, I open for her. We’ve kissed before. We once acted like we were lesbian lovers so a group of guys would leave us alone. It worked then, but I have a feeling it’s going to have the opposite affect now.

I lift my hands to tangle in her short hair and tilt her head to the side to deepen the kiss. She tastes like vodka and champagne. Her tongue enters my mouth, and I moan. My legs tighten, and my pussy throbs. I didn’t realize how horny I was until just now. I don’t even know how many days it’s been. I’d been too focused on fighting with Titan to think about sex. But now? Now I want it.

I pull away from her lips and remove my shirt. She unbuttons my jeans. I kick them off to the side. Her hands go to my waist, and she pushes me backward. My ass hits the table that Titan had strapped me to last time I was in here.

I pant as I watch her fall to her knees, pulling my underwear with her. She kisses a soft trail down over my stomach and to my thigh. “Oh, God.” I throw my head back and close my eyes. My body is on fire. My nipples hard. I’m so fucking wet and very aware that we have an audience, but that has never stopped me before.