Page 49 of The Lost Kings

Presley

PRESENT

I pushed the manor door shut and then ensured our security system was up and running. The evening had ended early, mostly because I’d feigned cramps, but Adrian had also gotten two phone calls during dinner that had taken him away from the table.

It bugged me, but I knew I had to earn his trust, and him being in Rake Forge was a step in the right direction. I didn’t need to keep pushing. Still, it irked, but so did the fact that he’d lied to me. Unless Kingston was lying, but he had no reason to do that.

It made more sense that Adrian just wasn’t ready to reveal certain vulnerabilities to me yet. I veered toward my side of the manor but paused before I reached the hall and glanced back over my shoulder.

I wasn’t ready to face Scotty. He would ask me a billion questions about the night to try and dissect every word, and I was too tired for that.

Not to mention, I needed to talk to the twins.

The interaction from last night was on repeat in my mind, and I was exhausted running it through all the many scenarios I had played out.

I just needed to talk to them to know exactly what they were both feeling .

So instead of going to my side of the house, I walked over to Carter’s part of the manor.

She was more than likely asleep, but there were several empty rooms, including one that led out to the walking path I used to cross over to the twins’ side of the house.

Her door was unlocked, and I knew we were the only family that was weird and locked it at night, still I felt strange invading her space.

Sure enough, she was completely passed out on the couch while a reality show played in the background.

I slipped off my heels and left them by the stairs while I climbed up to the second floor and exited through one of the guest rooms. The pathway was lightly lit from the bright moon as I placed one foot in front of the other, holding tight to the guard rails.

Being closer to their side of the manor, I was there significantly faster than anytime I’d walked from my room.

Once in front of their window, I didn’t waste any time with knocking. I just slid the window up and crawled inside, only to land on top of someone.

“ Ohmygoshimsosorry,” I said in a rushed breath.

“Elvis?”

I rolled onto my back and found a pair of blue-gray eyes staring back at me.

“Gio…what are you doing?”

He held his hand out and helped me up. The loft came into focus, but I was lost on what exactly I was seeing.

“What is this?” There were blankets and two large mattresses laid out. Pillows and even a string of twinkle lights hung across the ceiling. Glancing over the ledge of the loft railing I saw they’d taken their mattresses from below and laid them down in the loft.

Gio tugged my hand until I was lying down on the bed next to him. It immediately made my heart race.

“You saw the video, did you not?”

Focusing on the bulb dangling above me, I tried to gather the strength to discuss what I’d seen in that video.

“I did. ”

Gio held out his hand, gesturing toward the blankets. “You’ll never be asked to choose who you want to sleep with again. You’ll be with both of us. Always.”

The words hit like a live wire igniting my entire body. Why did that make my eyes water? Why did it feel like he tenderly handed my bruised heart back and it was stitched with careful and considerate bandages?

“Gio…that’s…”

His hand found mine, and we lay there staring at the ceiling while my throat burned and a knot formed around my chest. “I need to know why you left without saying goodbye, and why you’ve been gone this long.

I want to know why you stayed gone, and how come if you were able to come back, you didn’t, until Scotty sent you that text. ”

I tilted my head and caught Gio smiling up at the ceiling and it was so familiar that a warm flutter erupted behind my breast.

“Anything else?”

I pursed my lips and tugged my hand free. “Yes. Where is Kingston?”

Gio sat up, perching one hand behind him for support. Running his hand through his hair, it made me focus on his arm, and the ink that now covered it. “King is handling some business, but he’ll be here soon.”

“What business? He said that you guys had been in contact with Adrian somehow…what did that mean?”

I saw the flicker in Gio’s eyes. He wanted to lie to me; I could sense it. So I sat up and twisted his nipple the smallest amount before he could. “Do not lie to me, Giovanni. You’ve done enough of that.”

He gripped my wrist with a bit of a shriek. “Elvis, oh shit. Let go.”

I twisted harder, and suddenly Gio moved us until he was hovering over me, his hand was on my hip and his leg parted mine.

“Fuck, Presley, fine. You want me to talk about all this shit, we’ll start with the basics.

” His lips lowered until they nearly brushed mine and a whispered confession left him.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of you all this time.

You were an ache that never eased and now you’re touching me, and while I know you’re joking, I fear I have nothing left inside of me that can resist you. ”

I made the mistake of touching a piece of his hair and gently moving it out of his eyes.

I saw his hunger and need, and then I glanced at his mouth, which slammed into mine seconds later.

If I pushed him off, he’d go. Gio would never do anything I didn’t want him to do and yet…

this thing with the twins, it extended beyond the need to be a dutiful daughter.

It had roots that ran to my very marrow and there was no ripping it out without causing severe damage.

No, to remove them, I’d have to give in the smallest amount then pull, and repeat the process until they were gone.

So I gave in.

My hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer and his went to my hips, immediately pushing up my dress. The fabric was in his fingers for mere seconds before he pulled away and stared down at me as if he were just now realizing what I was wearing.

“Where were you tonight?”

Catching my breath, I tried to gather my thoughts enough to answer, but Gio must have gathered them on his own. “Adrian?”

I nodded. “Dinner.”

The hurt flashing in his eyes was a gash in my heart, or maybe it tore out a suture he’d worked hard to mend himself. He had to understand why I was still entertaining this idea with Adrian, and if he couldn’t then that wasn’t on me to fix.

Gio had his phone in his hand seconds later, rising above me. I don’t know what he sent off, but he tossed the device over to the side and then he stripped out of his shirt.

“Elvis, I hope you’re okay with this, but I plan on ruining that dress.”

“Well actually,” I started, but Gio began pulling at the bottom slit until it began to tear. “This is Carter’s dress.”

“Oops.” His smile made mine appear and he didn’t stop ripping. He kept going until he’d torn all the way up my hips, revealing my lacy thong.

“Fuck, Elvis.” He breathed before gently running his finger down the thong, from the top of my mound over my center.

The lightest amount of pressure from his finger felt so good that my eyes fluttered closed.

He repeated the movement and then with his mouth next to my ear, he said, “Open your eyes, I want you to see every second of what happens next.”

I did as he said and watched as he moved my thong to the side, then without any warning he tossed my thigh over his shoulder and lowered his mouth to my mound. The tip of his tongue slid over my clit, slowly and purposefully, making my head tip back and a breathy moan escape.

He smiled against my mound before pressing a kiss there, then with his fingers, he pushed apart my slit and licked along my center, catering to my clit in tiny circles before licking through me once more.

It felt so good that I began to rock against his face, just like the woman had in that movie.

My fingers wove through his silky hair, tugging on the strands as he continued to devour me.

His eyes remained on me, as if he had to watch my every reaction.

I heard something shut form below and someone moving, and then Kingston rushed up the stairs. The second he saw us, his gaze heated, and he stripped out of his shirt.

“Came as soon as Gio told me you allowed Adrian to see you in that dress.”

I couldn’t really fathom what he was saying because Gio hadn’t relented on how intense he fucked me with that tongue. My mouth parted, and my head dropped back.

“Look at you, Elvis. So fucking beautiful lying there on our bedding and being devoured by my twin. It’s been too fucking long since we’ve had you between our cocks.”

His filthy words had me grinding against his brother’s face, harder to relieve a new ache that had crested.

My head came up, taking in how defined Kingston looked against the low lights of the loft.

He slipped out of his jeans, and then his black boxer briefs.

My mouth went dry as I watched him stroke his heavy cock.

I’d seen them before, all veiny and velvet, but never like this. Never with the anticipation that they might actually use that glorious appendage inside me. Which brought up an entirely new set of concerns. Did they know I was still a virgin?

Were they still virgins?

Could I handle it if they weren’t?

Kingston moved to support me where I could feel his thickness bob against my back, and his hands came around me. Gio continued to feast, lazily licking and using his fingers to keep me spread open.

I couldn’t form coherent words while he did that so I squeezed his head to get his attention.

He lifted his face, and I tried not to focus on how his lips glistened with my arousal or how it turned me on to know that he seemed to be enjoying it.

I decided to keep my questions to myself until it became really clear that they planned on fucking me.

Instead, I decided to enjoy whatever was about to happen.