Page 33 of The Lost Kings

Kingston

I hadn’t stopped watching Presley any differently than I had before.

I was always aware of her presence in the manor. Even with it being massive enough to allow each of our families to disappear, I always managed to find her.

When she decided to skip her training and sneak over to the farm, I was aware of it.

When she was in school, I haunted her every step.

When she trained with Scotty, I observed just as I always had before.

Gio was with me, and if he wasn’t, I knew he was equally as aware of her movement, like a second pair of eyes and ears.

But within the past three days since the incident in the car, there were new things I had started hyperfixating on.

Like the way her mouth twisted into a sneer when Scotty pissed her off, or how her tits fit in that one black tank top she had that pushed them up in a way that showed anyone who was watching way too fucking much.

I noticed how sweat dripped down that little slit into her cleavage, and I was frustratingly aware of how enticing it was because after the incident in the car, I now knew what was possible.

I knew what could be if I simply let it happen .

“Kingston, did you hear me?” My dad gently gripped my shoulder to turn me away from the sparring ring. I was still in my shorts, sans a shirt, dripping with sweat.

“What?” How long had he been talking to me, and where the hell was my brother?

Dad’s jaw ticked, and I marginally felt guilty. “I asked if you were free this afternoon. I’d like you to come down to the soup kitchen in downtown Rake Forge. Your mother has been there this week with your grandmother, and they could use some extra hands.”

“I thought you had men for that.” It was a dick thing to say, but Hector’s stories had been increasing in flare.

I had no idea how true they were, but this entity, El Peligro, was once something so influential it had the crime syndicate’s running in fear.

How had he taken something so powerful and reduced it down to a soup kitchen?

“Men are free to leave El Peligro; no one is forcing them to stay,” was Dad’s quipped remark.

Which told me he had more and more men leaving, which meant they weren’t loyal to him, but to the name and the original idea that my grandfather had.

The memory of when I was a kid came back in glaring clarity.

Dad had caught someone harming his community and killed the man for it.

I’d resented him almost my entire life for that… until now.

My eyes flicked over to where Presley was training.

She’d been kicking and punching for well over an hour.

Her knuckles were torn the fuck up as per usual, because she didn’t bother wrapping them, and she never used gloves.

She was being trained for a war that no one else was preparing to fight in.

Scotty, Kyle and Dad were all seemingly fine with tossing her up on the chopping block, even when my father had access to something as powerful as El Peligro.

I shrugged his touch off, unsure why it suddenly bothered me so much. “Perhaps you should get back to your roots and see if you invoke some loyalty again.”

His jaw went slack, but I saw his fists clench tight. “You don’t know anything about the roots, Son. Not how twisted or poisonous they are. ”

I’d heard enough though, and regardless of how deadly or toxic, Dad once wielded El Peligro.

So well he’d doubled the pledges and maintained their loyalty for nearly eighteen years.

That spoke of something larger than him, than my grandfather.

That was a legacy, and it was one he was willingly trying to drown.

I knew it was a waste of my time to try and convince him. “Sorry. If you need help, I can head down there. But I wanted to shower first.”

Dad glanced over at Presley briefly before nodding. “Okay, can you take your brother when you go? I have to head there now, but I’ll see you both soon.”

I agreed but was still curious where my brother was. “Is Gio at home?”

Such a weird term to use while standing in the manor, but it was so fucking large, the only place that actually felt like home was our family wing.

Dad shook his head and then walked out of the gym.

Scotty was telling Presley to cool down and start medicating her knuckles.

She’d rinse them, put on ointment and then wrap them.

I decided to hang around while she went through the process.

Mats were cleaned and equipment was shelved before Scotty glared at me, then exited the space just like my dad had, which left me alone with Presley.

I wound up my jump rope and wandered closer to her.

“You went pretty hard today.”

She glanced up at me and gave me exactly what I was hoping for. Something that told me she was still affected by what we did in the car. Something that showed that regardless of what we’d said, there was no way we’d just pretend it never happened.

Her cheeks flushed pink and then when her chin dipped, a smile crested and curved along her lips.

“You did too.”

I had gone harder than usual, mostly because I knew she was watching me .

“I need to shower.” I wasn’t sure why I stated it like that; I’d showered a million times without broadcasting it. She’d never cared.

I hadn’t either and yet now…standing here with her, without anyone else around.

Fuck.

Her lashes fluttered while she tugged her bottom lip in between her teeth and then her lustful gaze landed on me like a feather. Tentative. Nervous.

“I actually need to shower too.”

There were cameras in the gym, but not in the locker rooms. There was a door that typically remained locked, which connected the two spaces. All Presley would have to do is unlock her side and slip inside the locker room with me, and no one would ever see us.

“Well, enjoy your shower.” I smiled and she smiled back.

“You too.”

I stepped away first, heading to the locker room, and once I was inside, I locked the door.

I started the shower in one of the stalls and let the water warm, and then I waited.

My chest warmed with the anticipation of her finding me, but there was a nagging dread that kept circling the back of my mind.

Gio.

Would he care if we did this?

Would it hurt him if?—

There was no sound, no warning at all when I felt her behind me. I shut out the worries and concerns about my twin and I turned around.

Presley’s dark hair was in a braid but pieces had fallen out and were now stuck to the sides of her face and neck. Her eyes looked electric in the low lighting of the overhead lights. I clung to that hungry look as I pulled her closer.

Her head tilted back, and I moved in, starved for her touch. My mouth met hers in a clash of tongues and teeth, and a breathy moan escaped her as I palmed her neck. Her hands were on my chest as I moved her to the wall and continued to kiss her, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth.

Years of wanting her.

Years of longing and denying and feeling like utter shit for thinking about her in ways I never should have allowed myself. For touching myself to thoughts of her.

For being so fucking desperate for her that I was pulling her bra up and over her head.

It fell to the ground, and I stared at her in awe, her tan skin, her pink, rosy nipples. The sweat that had dripped between her breasts and down her neck. I gently gripped the column of her throat and leaned in with my tongue, tracing a path down her salty skin.

She was smooth and perfect, and as I continued to lick her, a jealousy consumed me so intensely that I covered her body with mine.

I wanted her to feel every thick inch of me and how badly I needed her.

Capturing her lips again, I began pushing down her shorts until they too fell to the ground like her bra had.

Both our chests rose and fell in heavy rhythm while we stared at one another. She stood in front of me in just simple white underwear. There was nothing specifically sexy about them; they covered her hips and even her ass, but they still made my mouth part and my cock swell.

The space under her lashes flushed pink and it made me smile because it took me back to when we were kids and each time I saw her, I had the same thoughts run through my head.

Blue eyes. Dark hair and a freckled nose.

I walked us backward into the hot water, and our mouths met once again, while our hands began to roam. She pushed my shorts down, leaving me in my boxers and I began to undo her braid, until her hair was completely freed and completely soaked.

Her fingers wound through my hair, tugging lightly while our bodies slid against each other. I gripped her hips and slowly slid my hands under the fabric of her underwear, which made her lips part, and her eyes grow wide .

I stared at her, unsure how far I was willing to take things.

I was seventeen and a half, she was sixteen…

it was wrong but so was everything we were doing.

We were raised together; we’d spent almost every waking moment of our lives together.

I should view her as a sibling, family, and yet my cock swelled, and I nudged her legs apart as I kissed her again.

Our movements were heated but also clunky with inexperience, neither of us had ever done this before so every few seconds I’d laugh into her mouth, and she’d smile into mine; it was fun and exhilarating, but most of all, it was distracting.

Which is why I didn’t realize someone had come into the room. It had to have been someone who crawled through the locker window and knew of that entry point if there wasn’t a way in through the main locker doors, and there was only one person beside me or Presley that would know that.

“What the hell are you two doing?” His harsh reprimand had us separating and Presley briskly backing up.

“Gio.”

His eyes were narrowed, his arms crossed, and there was a slight flush to his face, giving away that he wasn’t just angry, he was hurt.