He continued, “If I ask you to do something tonight, just trust me, okay? I promise I’ll explain the reason for whatever it is later, but at the moment I just need you to trust me.”
“You know I trust you.” I squeezed his hand as he nodded and then grunted.
“Also, just ignore the security I am going to have on you. They are part of the deal,” he muttered and shook his head. “This is going to be interesting.”
“Isn’t there something we can do to make it easier? Why is it going to be a problem?”
“The family business runs on the notion of family, so they are going to be uncomfortable not only with a group of men they don’t know well, but me not giving them a clear directive on what we are,” he explained softly. “Especially since our situation is unique.”
“And if we tell them that I am dating all of you?” I asked softly.
“I wasn’t planning to hide that you are ours,” he said, “but it could produce some negative reactions.”
I nodded in understanding. “Seems like how most of the world feels about it.”
I nibbled my lip, almost admitting my insecurity that there was something wrong with me but knowing that he would assure me that wasn’t the case. I just needed to believe it. After all, my love for these men was extremely real. Extremely right. So how could it be wrong? It was something cemented deep inside of me.
Suddenly, a flash of something went over King’s face as he stood and walked over to the bedside table, opening it and pulling out a fingerprint safe that was the size of a book. He opened it easily and called out to Dermot, throwing him something as the handsome man walked in. Dermot nodded in response, sliding it onto his finger before sending me a wink and walking back out. King adjusted something on his hand and then closed the safe, his other closed around something small.
“This may help,” he said softly, adjusting his suit jacket as I realized he had not only a chest strap on for the gun at his side, but I was nearly positive he had another gun at his hip. Damn.
I blinked, refocusing as he took my right hand and slid on a ring that matched the gold and emerald one that he wore on his right hand. His ring was more masculine with a thick, gold band and the family crest on top, standing out in a bold and dominating way.
The ring he was sliding onto my finger was more delicate, but it also featured the family crest surrounded by emeralds. I tilted my head, loving how it looked as he stopped halfway down my finger and pulled it off, offering me a smirk and sliding it onto the ring finger of my left hand instead.
My eyes widened and my mouth opened, words not seeming to form.
“Not the ring I want on there, but should make a point.” He flashed a devious smile as I blinked, staring down at it, pretending that I wasn’t absolutely in love with it.
“A point?” I murmured.
King was backing me up against the bed. I squeaked, falling back as he caged me from above, his hand bringing mine up to his mouth, where he kissed the ring gently. I whimpered as his other hand closed around my throat, running over my pulse as he brushed our lips together, causing everything inside of me to turn molten.
“Yes, a point. That you belong to us, of course,” he murmured and then nipped my lip and stood up. I watched him in shock as he went to the closet and pulled out a tailored tan trench coat for me, motioning for me to stand.
Naturally I did, moving in a silent daze… like a twit. I sincerely didn’t know how to react to this.
King chuckled, and when he kissed my lips softer this time and walked out, I just shook my head and followed.