My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

“Blake Grayson isn’t your friend, Rebecca; he wants to fuck you.” “Oh please.” I roll my eyes. “Blake is my friend.” “Blake was my friend, and he just chose to be a traitor and go to your side.” He fakes a smile. “You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know why.”

“Who the hell did I hook up with last night?” “What?” “I have a giant-ass hickey on my neck.” “From who?” “That’s what I would like to fucking know,” I snap.

“I think Blake took you home by then,” Chloe says. “Why did Blake take me home?” “You know how he is with you.” Juliet rolls her eyes. “He thinks you’re his little sister that he has to look after all the time.”

Arousal screams through my blood, and this time, it does nearly tear the tip of my dick clean off. “Ahhh.” I lie back. “Why is it hurting so bad?” she cries. “Because your nightdress is making me fucking hard.” She glances down at herself and then sees what I see. She screams and runs into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” “Having you on my lap made my dick hurt.” I giggle in surprise. “Is that thing ever not hard?” “Not when I’m around you, it’s not.” He smiles.

“I’d be scared that the condom would break and I’d end up pregnant.” His face falls in horror. “You hadn’t thought of that?” I laugh. “Oh my god, aren’t you a doctor?” He chuckles and drags his hand down his face. “Maybe I didn’t thoroughly think this through.”

“Look, if you want a baby, that is none of my business.” I hold my hands up with a laugh. “I’m just saying, I like it rough, so . . . the condom would be breaking.” His eyes darken and then drop to my lips as if imagining something. I feel it all the way to my bones. Oh no . . . Did I just say that out loud?

“Does she know?” she eventually asks. “Huh?” I frown. “Rebecca.” “What about Rebecca?” “Oh please,” she scoffs. “You spent all night staring at her with love hearts in your eyes.”

“Open your eyes, you weirdo. Mr. Dr. Grayson is madly in love with you.” “No, he’s not. He just told me that he wants to have a relationship with some fucking Kayla woman.” “You’re an idiot if you let him go,” she huffs as we walk. “What do you mean, let him go? I don’t have him in the first place to let him go.”

“Everybody knows it. Blake Grayson has been madly in love with you since before your marriage even broke up. That’s why John hates him. John knows exactly how he feels.”

“Correction, Blake is your friend, but you’re Blake’s dream girl, and you’re being pretty fucking stupid if you ask me.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Trust me, I’m a Blake Grayson expert. I have been watching that man for eighteen months, and there’s something that I know with one hundred percent certainty.” “What’s that?” “Whenever you’re in the room, nobody else exists for Blake. I’ve learned to live with it by now.”

“Good morning, Blake,” Carol’s voice calls out. Damn it. I glance over to see her talking to Henley and Juliet on their driveway. “Morning, Carol.” Henley’s eyes widen as he connects the dots, and he points at me. Juliet’s eyes widen farther. Fuck. Code red. I’m caught.

“This is Rebecca . . . our mutual friend, and I’m going to respect her privacy.” “Oh . . .” He stares at me for a beat and then puts his weight onto his back foot. “Fuck me, you’ve done your nuts already.” “What?” I scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.” I keep making the coffee. “Be careful, man.”