Page 34 of Kingston
“Well, how the fuck did you manage that many?” Joel’s eyeing the pile as if he’d like to take a few with him, which issonot the point of the exercise.
“Easy.” She glances at Bridger, then Taggart. “While you boys hit the frat parties and had to work them from the ladies slowly and steadily, so you wouldn’t appear to be complete creepers, all I did was waltz into the sorority houses and ask nicely.” She squints one eye tilting her head to the side. “Actually, to be fair, I might have begged a little.”
Always a bit quick to judge, Zeke rumbles, “But youtoldthem what we were doing, so you have to forfeit every—”
“I didn’t.” Elliot cuts him off before he can finish. “I simply asked for their underwear. At the last house, one of the girls recognized me from the party last night, and I think she put two and two together about where I was coming from, but I never said a word.”
Despite how twisted up she has me, there’s no doubt in my mind our initiate dominated this game. “Nicely done.” I clap my hands together. “That means it’s three points for Elliot, two for Taggart, one for Bridger.”
Dane rubs a hand over his cheek. “Do they have additional bonuses or punishments this time?”
“Yep.” Archer wears a broad grin. “Elliot gets to join the party tonight. Taggart, my man, second place gets to play bartender—get everyone another round, then head to bed. Bridger. You’ll be washing everyone’s underwear for the next month. Good luck with that, buddy.”
The ugliest sneer crosses Bridger’s face. “The fuck? That’s not fair. This was too easy for her. She doesn’t deserve to win.”
Silence descends on the room. A burst of fury flashes through me. Giving no thought to reining in my temper that was already on the edge of boiling over, I stand, getting right in Bridger’s face before I spit, “I’ve been taught my entire goddamn life how important tradition is. We don’t bend the fuckin’ rules for anyone.”
While Bridger continues to stew, Archer adds, “The Games are the same every year. And the first one states that the initiate collects women’s underwear from women on Greek Row. That’s what she did. She won. It’s not up for further discussion.”
Bridger huffs, “But—”
“But fucking nothing.” I give him a hard look, my teeth grinding together at his audacity. “Those are the fucking facts. I am the head of this house. If I make the three of you drop and do a hundred push-ups, she’ll go until she’s done, exactly like you will. She doesn’t get a pass on anything, and neither do you. Whatever we tell you to do, you’ll all do. Our word is law. Got it?”
Bridger’s jaw twitches. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, get the fuck out. You haven’t earned the right to stay. Taggart, get on those drinks. And Elliot… come here.”
Taggart is the first to move, dashing out of the room to the bar in the main area. With a whole head full of mad, Bridger stalks from the room, glaring at all of us on his way out.Fuck. There’s always gotta be one with a piss-poor attitude.
Cannon points at Dane, then the open seat at the table.
I growl, “Dane, take your seat.”
His eyes flick to her for a moment before he drags his gaze back to mine. “Elliot can have it.”
Why can no one follow instructions?Fuck.Honestly, if anyone but Dane had said that, I’d have their fucking heads. “No,” I grit out. “She’s an initiate. Take your seat.”
Elliot waves her hands in front of her. “This isn’t a big deal. I’ll stand. It’s fine.”
Time to take back control of this situation, to demonstrate to her in front of everyone that she will do what I say. No matter what. “No, you fucking won’t. I asked you to come here. I have a perfectly good seat for you.” I slap my hand on my thigh. “Right. Fucking. Here.” Ignoring the curious and amused reactions of the rest of the brothers, I slap it again. “Now.”
Her eyes widen at my command, and she visibly works hard to swallow. “I could get a chair from the other room.”
My eyes drift over her body again.Goddammit.I shoot my hand out and grasp her wrist, yanking her off balance and onto my lap sideways. She stiffens in my hold, and from the looks of her, she’s unsure if she should fight this or give in.
“And you could also sit on my face, but we’ll save that for later, sweet cheeks. Right now, let’s play some fucking poker.”
Startled laughter bursts from those at the table. Elliot blinks a few times, her cheeks pink. Her face was already flushed when she walked in the door, but she’s definitely embarrassed now.Good.She fucking needs to realize who she’s dealing with. She still doesn’t get it.
Archer shifts in his seat and throws back his drink before huffing out a laugh. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing Bridger or Taggart didn’t win. No one wants one of those boys on their lap.” He’s always the one who tries to diffuse a tense situation with his comedy act. It’d be funnier if I wasn’t about to lose it.
The other guys chuckle, and Taggart, having heard Archer’s comment, pulls a face as he delivers the last of the fresh drinks.
“Taggart, stuff the underwear back in her bag, would you?”
“Yeah, no problem.” He clears the table of the heaps of lace and frills while I turn Elliot to face everyone, situating her so she straddles my thigh. I put my left arm around her waist, holding her in place.
With every hand we play, Elliot shifts and moves, her jean-covered pussy rubbing against my thigh and making my dick twitch. I bet sitting on my thigh like this is making her cunt drip… and it’s a decent explanation for all the wiggling around.