My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

“Because I look good in a black dinner suit.”

My eyes linger on the opposite end of the table, and as Rebecca licks the salt from her margarita glass, I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock. Her dark hair is up in a high ponytail, her rounded, full breasts peek out of the V-neck in her dress, and as she smiles I’m quite sure that somewhere in the distance I hear a choir of angels break into song. Ugh. I sip my beer, unimpressed with where my mind is going . . . again. This woman . . .

Rebecca stands, and my eyes drop to her defined quad muscles in her minidress. I sip my beer as I imagine them around my ears.

Oliver bends and kisses Chloe’s cheek. “Look how beautiful you are.” He smiles as he tilts her chin. Swoon . . .

My hands are curled through his hair; his head bobs up and down between my legs, and I moan as a deep shudder runs through me. “Fuck yes,” I whisper into the darkness as my toes curl. Big hands are on my thighs, holding my legs back as he loses control, and his face thrashes from side to side as he completely devours me. His stubble burns my skin with a familiar sting.

I’m disheveled and flushed; my hair is wild, but the only thing I can see is a primal hunger. There’s a glow radiating out of my body and bouncing around the room.

I don’t even know who I am anymore.

The truth is, I wish I could be more like Blake. He sees something that he wants, and he just goes for it without hesitation.

They say that everything comes into your life for a season or a reason. Maybe the reason is that I have to find the girl I once was. To feel whole again.

If you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.

She sits up in a rush as she stares at my phone, and it’s then that I see she’s wearing a see-through nightdress. It’s pale pink and sheer, and I can see the coloring of her nipples on her full breasts. My eyes drop down to linger on her cleavage and then lower to her breasts.

I try to lean over. “Come over this side.” I get up and walk around to his side of the table, and he pulls me down onto his lap and holds me close as he wraps his arms around me.

“Well . . . if you’re going to do something, why not be the best at it?”

I watch as he picks up a strawberry and dips it into the chocolate. In slow motion, he licks it off. His tongue is long and thick, and a throb of arousal pumps through my sex. The best at it.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Her regulated breathing sounds through the room as I fight every primal urge to slide under the covers, spread her legs, and taste her. Bury myself so deep inside her body that . . . my cock throbs at the thought.

“Let’s dance.” Blake stands and holds his hand out for Kayla. “I want to spin you around the floor a little bit.”

Gregory looks down at me. “You look beautiful tonight.”

Blake softly kiss Kayla. His lips linger over hers.

“Then I would have called you that very day, and I would have asked you out on a date that night . . . because I couldn’t have waited one more hour to see you. I would have been nervous before I picked you up, and you would have worn my favorite red dress, and I would have worn your favorite pair of blue jeans.”

and then by the end of the tiramisu . . . I would have known that you were the one.”

He laughs out loud, and it’s a beautiful, calming sound.

In slow motion, he lifts my hand and kisses my fingertips again. This time, I feel it all the way to my toes.

“I don’t need to wait for the tiramisu,” he whispers. My eyes search his as my heart free-falls from my chest. In slow motion, he leans over and kisses me, his lips barely brushing over mine, and huge butterflies swirl deep in my stomach. Oh . . . “Why not?” I whisper against his lips. “Because . . . I already know.”

I whimper into his mouth. His lips drop to my neck as his hand slides up my thigh and down the front of my panties. Teeth graze my skin as he slides his fingers through my dripping-wet lips. “Fuck . . . ,” he moans. “So wet, baby.”

Oh . . . I tip my head back, teetering on the edge. “There’s one thing you need to know about me,” he whispers darkly. “What’s that?” He jerks his hand aggressively. “I never come first.”

My eyes search his, and he gives me a soft smile and kisses me. “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

“I know,” he whispers into me. His eyes close in pleasure. “I told you I’m cleaning you up.” What the fuck? He spreads me apart with his fingers and licks me deeper. My eyes roll back in my head. “Hmm,” he moans into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Maybe.” I smirk. “You bad, bad girl.” He bends and nips my ear, and I jump in surprise as goose bumps scatter up my arms. “You’ll be punished for that.”

His lips take mine as he kisses me, and I feel my feet float from the floor. A little tongue, a little suction, and a whole lot of forbidden promise. The way he kisses is just so . . .

“Let me hear you.” He pumps me hard and knocks the air out of my lungs. “I want to hear you fucking moan.”

I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile, and Blake puts his arm around me and kisses my temple.

Our kiss turns tender, and our eyes are closed as we get lost in the moment. It’s unhurried and sacred.

He puts his hand around my throat and pushes me up against the wall. The dominance of the act sends my hormones into overdrive. Adrenaline screams through my bloodstream as we stare at each other.

Together we lie here in our very own cocoon, just the two of us in a perfect intimacy bubble.

His slow, tender kiss makes me forget that I am a mere mortal. Because this feels heavenly.

I lie here totally at his mercy, and I think that’s what’s turning me on so much. He has full control over me.

He kisses me again over my shoulder. “Relax, baby, let me in.” His hand is on my hip bone as he guides my body onto his, holding me in place for him to take me.

He pushes in harder as he pulls my body back onto his, and we break through the barrier, and he slides all the way home. My vision nearly blacks out at the sensation, and I feel him smile against my cheek. “I love you,” he whispers.

I smirk as I remember how hot it was, taking that extra step in our intimacy . . . my remaining walls came down. I cannot deny it any longer. I am irrevocably and hopelessly in love

He’s strong yet gentle, sweet yet sarcastic. Intelligent and funny. Sexy and . . . my heart swells. Who am I kidding. He’s everything.

Gratitude washes over me for this beautiful man,

We laugh, we make sweet love and fuck like strangers, but more than that, we adore each other. Our love is based on friendship and a deep understanding.

This life with this man is where I’m meant to be.

He comes up behind me, pushes my hair to the side of my n...

“Life isn’t as black and white as you would wish sometimes.”

I was broken when we were together, and I didn’t know it at the time. I was insecure and blaming myself for so many things that had gone wrong in my life. It wasn’t until you left me that I realized just how dysfunctional I was.”

Our kiss deepens further; it becomes desperate. So much pain between us, and yet this kiss is a beacon of light in a very dark sea.

I feel a soft, tender kiss on the back of my shoulder blade. It reminds me of so many happy memories, and I smile into the couch cushion.

It was like I wore him down, and the longer I was in his arms, the more tender he became. His fingers run aimlessly through my hair, and I know that he’s as deep in thought as I am. “God, I missed you,” I murmur softly.

“I didn’t accidentally fall in love with Rebecca. I knew the sound of her heartbeat, craved the feel of her touch.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “I purposefully walked into love with open arms, an open heart, and a dream to make her mine.”