Page 104 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

Glancing back, I see them heading our way.

“What about Calli?” I ask, hating to be the sensible one right now. I should be thinking with my head, not my dick.

“Xander’s gonna make sure she gets back in one piece.”

I stare at her, my lips parting to argue.

“He won’t touch her. We’re all too young and innocent for him.” She rolls her eyes.

I should probably be grateful that’s his opinion, and the reason why he’s never gone after my girl, but it still pisses me off.

“If he so much as—“

“He won’t,” she says, tapping my chest patronisingly.

“Now, let’s go. Unless you don’t want—”

“Let’s go,” I snap, finally making it to the stairs with her laughing behind me.

“Desperate much?” she shouts.

“Hellcat,” I growl, pulling her in front of me and dragging her arse back against my crotch before we start ascending the stairs. “You have no idea.”

“Oh,” she laughs. “I really think I do.”

Our brief stop to collect her jacket means that Stella and Seb overtake us, and by the time we get outside there’s a car pulling up, ready to take the four of us back to the hotel.

“In you get, Princess,” Seb instructs before following inside.

“Wait,” I bark before Emmie moves forward to join them. Holding her back, I fold my body into the seat and then pull her down onto my lap.

“O-oh no,” the driver says in a heavily accented voice from the front of the car, but I’m too lost in my girl’s heated eyes to really give a shit about his opinion on this.

“We’ll pay you ten times the fare,” I bark. “Just drive.”

Twisting Emmie around, I sit her so she’s straddling my waist, her dress bunching high enough up her thighs to give me a flash of the black fabric that’s covering what I really want to be looking at.

“No sex in my car,” he hisses, but forgets about his argument about having four of us in the back of his car.

“I like you better when you’re getting laid,” Seb confesses, his eyes catching mine as he lifts Stella and slips beneath her, mimicking our position.

“I prefer you when I don’t have to watch you getting laid,” I mutter, turning my attention back to Emmie. “Fuck, I need you,” I groan, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and dragging her down so I can claim her lips.

She slips down my lap, her pussy pressing down on my aching cock as she parts her lips for me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

A deep, hungry growl rumbles in my chest as she rolls her hips against me.

She gasps when the thickness of my cock hits her just so.

“You wet for me, Hellcat?” I groan into our kiss.

“What do you think?” Her fingers twist in my hair at the nape of my neck, tugging to drag me exactly where she wants me as Stella’s wanton moan rips through the air, quickly followed by a curse from the driver.

The fire that’s been burning within me since the second I saw her standing in the crowd at the game earlier only gets hotter as she continues grinding down on me, her breathing becoming more and more erratic, our kiss getting messier, dirtier by the second.

“Gonna go for your second hat trick of the day?” she whispers in my ear after ripping her lips from mine and kissing along my jaw.

“I’m gunning for a lot more than three out of you tonight, babe.”