“Fuck, yes.” His big eyes meet mine. “But can you answer something first?”
His balls are about to burst, and he wants me to answer a question?
I fumble with my belt. “Hurry and ask it.”
He’s chewing his lip with that thoughtful look on his face again. I swallow. Why am I suddenly nervous about what he’s going to ask?
“You really don’t like men?”
Someone sure knows how to dampen the mood. I drop my pants to the floor and kick them off while he waits for my answer patiently.
“Let’s not start this again.”
“Start what?” he challenges, tone even. “I’m curious how me, a man, gets you so hard if you aren’t attracted to men. You bought me a toy, darling.”
My hand pushes into his chest. “I’m getting you off, aren’t I? Making you feel good. So it doesn’t matter.”
Kingsley doesn’t step back. Instead, he steps forward. “You’re about to pull a butt plug out of my ass andhopefullyfuck me into the mattress, but you don’t like men.”
My jaw clenches, and it takes everything in me not to punch him. “Stop. Talking.”
“You call me ‘Prince,’ and beautiful, and lose your shit when someone else even looks at me wrong, but that doesn’t mean shit because you don’t like men.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. He’s right, and it shouldn’t be this much of a problem to tell him that. It’s not like I’m in denial; I accepted my attraction a while ago. But I was never supposed toact on it.I was never supposed to get sucked up into a man.
Fire shoots through me, and I grip the back of Kingsley’s neck, pulling him close. My hands won’t let me hurt his stunning face, so I’m stuck glaring into his pretty gray eyes, while he stares back with a wide, pleading look. They want me to do something. To do somethingmore.
“Maybe I am into men. Maybe I am gay!” I force the words out, and everything becomes ten times more real. But all I want to acknowledge right now is that I’m into you.”
Kingsley’s lips part slightly as his eyes search mine. They fall to my lips, and then back up at me. He’s pressed against me sothat his hard-on brushes against my thigh, and he rubs. Then he whimpers.He bloody whimpers.
I should close the distance and kiss him.
But I’m already in deeper than I thought. Can I handle what will happen to me if I kiss the prince?
Kingsley makes the decision for me.
He moves his face away from mine, and his eyes flash a hint of sadness that only lasts for a second. Kingsley grabs my groin, whispering, “Rip, I can take it.”
He rubs his palm over me, and gosh, I could come right here. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“I’m not fragile.” He squeezes me tight, making me grunt.
I know. If he were, he wouldn’t be my prince.
22
Rip
The amount of restraint I’ve shown around Kingsley has to be record-breaking. Seriously, when do I get my award?
I spent years denying myself of every beautiful man walking down the street, winking my way with obvious interest, because I didn’t want to open a door I knew I couldn’t close. Now the door’s wide open and I’m ready to peel off the fingernails of every threat to keep it that way.
Grip tight on the back of his head, I push Kingsley onto his back on his bed. I’m right over him, my hand roaming under his shirt, and my knee pressed between his legs. His pink lips part slightly as his tongue sweeps over them, igniting a strong desire in me to kiss him, but I hold back. Feeling his plump lips against mine is yet another thing I continue to deny myself to avoid falling too deeply.
Joke’s on me—I crossed that line the moment I decided he’s mine.
As I pull down his underwear, his dick springs out, firm, erect, and eager. I lean between his legs, my lips teasing his inner thigh as my fingers brush tantalizingly close to his groin, but not quite there.
