Greg was gone, my eyes following his retreating figure as I tightened my hold on the drink Lincoln had handed me. King stared at Greg for a moment before turning to look down at me. I felt my breath catch as his hand came up to cup my jaw before meeting Lincoln’s gaze over my head.
“Princess, how about you and Lincoln head home.”
I knew this wasn’t a suggestion in his mind.
My finger tapped his nose in a small movement. “Only if the rest of you come with.”
A small smile pressed onto his lips, but I could still see the dark, cold anger there, and I had a feeling there was only one person that was going to suffer because of it. I wanted my version of Kingston back. Not that I didn’t appreciate this side, but it did make me feel nervous. How the hell could he be two vastly different people at once?
“We will be right behind you,” King promised. “I need to drive my parents’ car back anyway.”
“Let’s go now then,” I said quietly, my pulse jumping because I had a bad feeling about them staying. I didn’t think anything would happen to them, per se, but I would much rather stay together.
Somehow, that didn’t stop the sick thrill that ran through me as he pressed a kiss to my forehead and took off towards the others. I knew this had to do with Greg, and there was a part of me… a part of me that wanted to stay and watch.
Had I officially lost it?
I turned my attention to Lincoln’s tense frame as he began to gently usher me towards the golf cart, seemingly trying to distance ourselves from this place as fast as possible. I gripped the cart as he drove faster than normal, his large hand on my thigh in a firm hold. He had yet to say anything, making me worried, because if I knew Lincoln like I did, that meant the opposite of him calming down. This was probably why King had wanted me to get him out of here.
The valet pulled up with our car, and Lincoln ushered me in as I asked quietly, “Lincoln, what is going on? What’s wrong?”
I’d never seen him so upset. I had seen a lot of different sides to the man, but this was new, even to me.
His jaw clenched as he shook his head, rounding the vehicle before getting into the driver’s seat. Starting up the car, he drove down the lane as I waited patiently for him to say something—anything—but instead, his anger seemed to grow. I found my own temperament spiking because I felt like I deserved somewhat of an explanation.
“Linc?” I asked again, using his nickname.
He didn’t say anything, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
“Lincoln Gates,” I growled, “what the hell is your problem right now?”
That seemed to do it.
His head snapped towards me as he slammed on the brakes, stopping in the middle of the road leading towards Wildberry Lane. I let out a small surprised sound as he unbuckled my seatbelt and then did something so unexpected that I found myself absolutely reeling.
I didn’t even realize I’d been hauled across his lap, pressed between the steering wheel and his hard body, before his head dipped down and lips pressed against mine in a hard, firm kiss.
To say I was shocked was the understatement of the century. I let out a soft almost moan as his tongue pressed against my mouth, demanding entrance. I hated my lack of experience, but he barely seemed to notice as I gripped his thick hair and eagerly kissed him back, unable to hide how much his touch affected me.
A shiver of heat ran over my skin as his fingers gripped the back of my thighs, sliding up to my ass as he tugged me more flush against him, the feeling of his hot, rough skin against my own making my body go slack.
I opened up to him completely as he continued to kiss me, my body melting in relief at how amazing it felt to touch him like this. Like I’d always imagined. Letting out a soft moan, I shifted on his lap, my center growing wet at how hard I could feel he was.Lord.Sterling and him kissed completely differently, but both of them seemed really, insanely big… which brought back the twin sandwich concept.
A rumble broke from his chest, making my pulse speed up as he finally pulled away. A whimper of confusion escaped my throat at how sexy he looked, his eyes wild and hair messy. I watched him in shock as he easily shifted the car into drive, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my shoulder gently. Unlike me, his mood seemed to be considerably more settled. I felt confused as all get-out and just watched him from where I still sat in his lap, until we were pulling up to Dermot’s house.
“What the heck was that?” I finally demanded, my face feeling flushed.
“You didn’t seem to mind.” His smile was cocky, and I felt my center tightening, wanting more of his touch. I wanted far more than a kiss.
“This isn’t about me minding.” I swallowed, feeling my panic jump. “I am so confused. You just kissed the hell out of me, and you haven’t even told me why you are so freakin’ worked up right now—”
“Please, don’t,” he warned.
“Please don’t what?” I pulled back as he parked in the driveway.
He met my gaze, his hands sliding onto my thighs again as his face flashed with anger. “Why am I angry, Dahlia? I’m f-furious because of Greg.” His voice caught on his stutter as I realized just how agitated he really was.
“He was being a jerk! Like always. This is nothing new—”