Black Knight (Royal Elite #4) by Rina Kent

“So?” He rubs his cock against my underwear, and I whimper as he gets harder with the contact. “Remember the time I cornered you here at the first day of school this year? You were wearing that short as fuck skirt and Silver spilt coffee on you.”

“How could I forget? You told me to not dress like that.” And it was the first time he got so close in years.

“That’s because I wanted to take you right then and there.” He rotates against me. “You were killing me, Green.”

My throat dries, but I managed to say, “Xan…we’ll be suspended.”

“Not if we’re not caught.”

“But…” I trail off when he dry-humps me.

Oh, God.

“Besides, it’d be worth it.”

“Xan –” My words die out as he claims my lips again.

He rubs his cock against me over and over and I moan in his mouth, being found be damned.

A part of me wants someone to see us, to witness this moment in time, because I want to commemorate it.

I want to paint it on one of those blank canvases and keep it for life.

Xander releases my hip and snakes a hand under my skirt. I tighten, then tremble when he pushes my knickers aside and thrusts a finger inside me.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans against my lips.

“For you,” I whisper back.

“You’re killing me, Green.”

“And you’re owning me, Xan.”

“Only me?”

“Only you,” I breathe out.

His finger picks up speed and he adds another, filling me and triggering that hazy phase. It’s a phase where everything disappears – no noises, no smells, no sights – at least, not from the outside world.

All I feel is his touch, all I see is his deep ocean eyes, all I hear are his breaths.

Just him. Xan. Once my best friend, then my tormentor, and now, my everything.

“Can you hear the sound of your arousal, Green?” He bites on my lower lip.

My cheeks heat as that sloppy sound heightens the more his fingers come in and go out of me.

“It’s a symphony made only for me,” he murmurs. “You are made only for me.”

I clench around his digits and tremble as the orgasm sweeps over me, then submerges me in its clutches.

How could his words set me on fire without any matches or gasoline?

“You’re so exotic when you come. I want to eat you up.” He kisses my cheek, my forehead, and my nose and finishes with a brush of his lips to mine.

“I can’t believe we did that at school.” I wince, even though I’m still delirious from the orgasm.

He pulls out of me and it feels heartbreakingly empty. I don’t focus on it, though, because Xan brings his fingers up and licks them one by one, without breaking eye contact.

The same fingers that were inside me.

Holy shit.

He’s licking me off him. Why the hell am I so turned on by that?

He places his other thumb in front of my lips, and I don’t hesitate as I lick it, matching his rhythm with mine. The taste of his skin explodes in my mouth, and it’s the best food I’ve had in a long time.

Xander’s lips pull in a smirk around his fingers, his dimples creasing his cheeks. “Mmm. I think I found an alternative to alcohol.”

“Please share.” The masculine voice coming from our right startles us both.

Cole appears out of freaking nowhere, carrying a book. On the Genealogy of Morality by Friedrich Nietzsche.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Captain?” Xander sounds impatient.

“I’m supposed to ask you that. I was reading in peace until you two decided to interrupt it.”

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Please tell me Cole didn’t hear all that. I hide my face in Xander’s shoulder. I won’t be able to look at Cole in the eyes for a lifetime.

“Control your voyeurism tendencies, Nash.” Xan seems completely unaffected, unlike my self-melting state.

“Technically, I saw nothing, so no voyeurism there.” A pause. “I’m thinking you’re developing some exhibitionism tendencies, though.”

“Which is none of your business.”

“You’re right. I lost interest after the truth set you free.”

I squeeze Xander’s shoulder so he’ll urge him to leave. I can’t show my face if he’s over there.

Xan chuckles, then says with utter sarcasm, “But that’ll never be the case for you, Captain.”

There’s a long silence, and I wish I could see the expression on Cole’s face, but I’d rather die than do that right now.

“Come to practice,” he says in a cool tone before his voice disappears altogether.

“Is he gone?” I whisper without looking up.

Xander keeps a hand around my head. “You should stay like this a bit more, just to make sure.”

I smile, my fingers digging into his jacket. When we were kids, he’d always invent games to make me hug him or him hug me. He said it tuned out the outside world chaos.

Seven years later, he still has that habit of manipulating his way into my arms.

“You still love hugs, Xan?”

“Only from you, Green.”





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