“I love you.” I arched back as he slid down my frame, his tongue sliding over my clit while moving his fingers fast. I let out a small scream as he sucked on the tight bundle of nerves, and I was so worked up that I was coming against his mouth in seconds.
I let out a small cry of his name as he groaned, lapping up my release before resting his head against my thigh, looking up at me with a smug smile, his bright green eyes filled with amusement and happiness.
“That was unfair,” I moaned, feeling embarrassed I’d come so fast, and overwhelmed… because, well, obviously I was overwhelmed. “I’m so confused.”
His expression turned serious as he fixed my robe and pulled me up against him, my head resting against his shoulder. “I know this wasn’t the best way to tell you, princess. I just couldn’t wait any longer, not after what the twins did, and on top of that, when I heard you moaning in the shower and saw your hand between your legs, I sort of just snapped… I promise I’ll try to explain better. But I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I was worried that if we waited any longer you would doubt that.”
Had I been doubting his feelings for me? Sort of… yes. Yes I had.
“I can’t handle seeing you cry, you know what that does to me,” he admitted roughly. I did. One time he almost killed some kid in elementary school for making me cry. Maybe that was why his violent side never scared me.
“Well, unless your crying from coming so hard—”
“King!” I blushed.
His smirk grew. “Can’t blush after I just ate out your perfect little pussy, princess.”
I could, believe me.
“How does this play into the twins… and Yates, I just don’t get it.”
“They feel the same,” he answered completely honestly. “But you should probably talk to them about it. They are already going to probably be pissed about all of this.”
“About us?” I arched a brow.
“I may have gotten mad at Lincoln for rushing shit, and then… well, I did the exact same thing,” he mused happily.
I swallowed, trying to think through what he was saying, what that meant for the future… for us and our families? And what about my feelings for Stratton and even Dermot? Oh lord.
“I think it’s clear how I feel…” I murmured, darting my gaze away before womaning up and looking him dead in the eye. “King, I could never pick between you guys. I would rather never be like this than to lose any of you. I can’t handle that. I would end up… I would end up brokenhearted in some way or another.”
“Which is why youwon’tchoose,” he determined easily, rubbing my nose with his. “No one is asking you to, as long as you’re happy.”
I’d lost it.
Oh! I was clearly fantasizing in the shower still. That madewaymore sense.
“Yates hates me,” I pointed out weakly.
King offered me a dry look as I blushed, because it was clear we weren’t fooling anyone. I swallowed nervously. “So… what? You want me to do what, King? What the heck do I do about this?!”
“You don’t have to do anything, princess.” He smirked with a wicked glint. “Or, you can do everything. It’s up to you.”
“Except come.” Had I really just said that?
Kingston’s lips pulled into a slow smirk. “Oh, you can come, Dahlia. You just can’t come without one of us there.” I was going to from just his words, at this rate. This was ridiculous.
“I just need to process this,” I explained softly after a sharp exhale.
He nodded and smoothed his hand over my neck. “Which means you need to explain what is going on with Stratton.”
Crap.
Searching his gaze, I realized I couldn’t not tell him. I had reached my limit. It was exhausting trying to keep my burdens to myself, and while it wasn’t everything, he was friends with Stratton—or had been—so he may have some good insight on this. I mean, he should also know what was going on with his family—it was way worse than any of us had ever conceived.
So I told him.
I started at the top, about how I had gone to the store this morning and what I had heard him say. Then I explained all about the game, including the twins kissing me, and how I had felt overwhelmed. I had even told him what was going on with Stratton’s family and his words about not being ‘right for me.’