Page 15 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

Collin

“ A re you even allowed to be doing that?” Preston asks, his voice filled with annoyance.

“You're just jealous, baby brother.” I grin at him over Sadie’s shoulder. She’s sitting on my lap, facing the rest of the guys. I refuse to let her go. I’ve hardly seen her the past week, and I miss her so damn much. I’d glue myself to her side if I could.

He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re a teacher. Don’t think people are going to take too well to you openly groping a student.”

“This student is my wife.” Keeping my eyes on Preston, I kiss the side of Sadie’s throat. “So, I can do whatever I want.”

His jaw tenses, eyes growing harder. I love fucking with him. We might be in a better place, but he’s still my brother.

If I have to get used to sharing her with the others, Preston needs to get used to sharing her with me.

“Stop it,” Sadie scolds, but her words come out breathy as I run my thumb lazily against her inner thigh. “No fighting.”

“And no throwing the wife card around,” Grayson grumbles.

“Fine, fine.” I sigh in surrender.

We spent the lunch hour talking, mostly me filling everyone in with what I’ve been dealing with for the past week.

Most of it is business. Even though I don’t actively play a part in any of my mother’s business ventures, I’m still part part-owner in almost all of them. After taking her last name, it caused a wave. I’ve had to make sure things with investors and business partners stayed smooth.

After getting rid of my father’s last name, there are a handful of people who refuse to do business with me, saying I betrayed my legacy and they can’t trust me.

It took everything in me not to laugh in their faces because the Killian empire is my legacy, not the Joneses.

And after doing a lot of digging, it turns out dear old Pops is in a lot more trouble financially than he’s let everyone believe.

That's another reason why I don’t think he’s going to come after me or Sadie anymore. At least not anytime soon. He can’t afford to. He’s too desperate to keep what he has left to risk it.

Thankfully, that's all taken care of. So now, I can go back to living my life the way I was before. With a few slight changes. The biggest one being the stunning woman in my lap.

My fucking wife.

Sadie Killian. Fuck, just thinking about it has my cock hard.

“Behave,” she whisper-hisses, pinching my arm.

I chuckle, bury my face into her neck, and give her a nip.

The guys had lots of questions, like where Sadie is going to live now that we’re married.

She is very determined that none of this changes anything. And as much as I hate it, I’m going to agree to do whatever she wants.

And right now, that means she’s continuing to live at Gayson’s place.

Speaking of the little shit, he’s been eyeing up my wife this whole fucking lunch hour like he has a dirty little secret. And I want to know what it is.

“Spill,” I direct the demand to Grayson.

His eyes flick up from where he was staring at Sadie like a hungry wolf.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, brows furrowing.

“Wanna tell me why you’ve been eye fucking our girl more than normal?” I raise a brow. Clearly, they’ve had sex, lucky bastard. But there’s something more to it.

“Nothing.” He grins, shrugging.

“It’s not nothing,” Preston mutters. “Now, out with it.”

“I don’t know.” Grayson looks back to Sadie, his grin going mischievous. “Depends if Pretty Girl wants me to say anything. What do you say, baby, you want it to stay our dirty little secret?”

Sadie shifts in my lap, making me grunt as she grinds her sweet ass over my still-hard dick. “I’m not ashamed of it.” She lifts her chin, making Grayson grin wider. “We don’t keep secrets.”

“Okay.” Grayson licks his lips before looking at the group of us. “Sadie found out one of my kinks.”

“Oh, boy.” Preston sighs. “What was it? You like feet or something? Do toes get you horny?”

Grayson physically gags. “Ew, fuck no. I don’t judge anyone with a foot fetish, but feet gross me out.”

Sadie laughs. “Even mine? You’re telling me if my feet hurt, you wouldn’t rub them for me?” She pouts.

Grayson shudders. “No. I'd do it. But don’t be offended if I looked like I wanted to crawl out of my skin the whole time. Just let that show you how much I love you.”

“Ahh, my hero.” She laughs.

“Keep going,” Declan says, seeming to sound as eager to find out what's going on as we do. “What's the kink?”

“Voyeurism,” Grayson says.

“That's it?” My brow furrows.

“Well, voyeurism of Sadie pleasuring herself.” Grayson smirks.

“I mean, yeah, I’m sure all of us fucking love watching our girl play with her perfect pussy, but that’s not some big revelation,” Preston says.

Sadie sighs. “You’re just drawing this out to fuck with them, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Grayson leans back in his chair with a shrug.

“Grayon’s kink is watching me, alone, in my bedroom, pleasuring myself,” Sadie says.

My body stiffens, eyes widen as I stare hard at Grayson. So, Sadie knows.

Fuck, how much has he told her? Did he come clean about everything? Damn it, did the little shit throw me under the bus by telling Sadie that I knew?

He just grins back at me, giving nothing away. “Fuck you.” I mouth.

“So you hide in her room and watch from behind the curtain or something?” Declan asks.

“Yeah, Grayson? How do you watch her?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he chuckles.

Sadie spins around to gape at me. “You knew!?”

Ah fuck. Just outed myself. I’m going to kill him.

“Ahh, kind of?” I give her my best charming smile.

“Kind of.” She glares at me.

“Okay, so I knew what he was doing.” I shrug.

“And you didn’t tell me?” she huffs.

“No...” I say slowly. “Because that would be hypocritical of me, seeing how I’m pissed he beat me to it.”

“Psychopaths. My damn boyfriends are psychopaths.” She throws her arms up. “I never stood a chance.”

“Husband, Sunshine.” I kiss her shoulder. “I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Shut it, you.” She narrows her eyes.

“I’m not a psychopath,” Declan says. “Wait, am I?” He looks at Preston, who smiles at him so sweetly, it’s grossly cute. I want to call him out on it so badly and watch him squirm.

“No, babe.”

“Okay, good.” Declan blows out a breath, then frowns. “Wait, should I be a psychopath? Sadie, is that what you want?”

“No, baby.” Sadie laughs. “I think you're perfect exactly how you are. Don’t ever change.”

“Wanna tell me what the fuck you all are talking about?” Preston asks.

“Grayson has this whole setup at home where he watches Sadie on cameras and jacks off to it,” I tell them. “I’ve known about it for a little while because when I went to do the same thing, I found cameras.”

“What the fuck?” Preston gapes at us with wide eyes, then he shakes his head. “Of course you fucking did. You two are fucked up.”

“You're just pissed you didn’t think to do it.” I chuckle. “You’ve thought of it, don’t lie.”

He just glares at me and gives me the finger, making me laugh harder.

“And you're okay with this?” Declan asks, not sounding upset, just genuinely curious. “I’m guessing so, seeing how you didn’t kill Grayson.”

“Only one who did any killing was my dick last night in that sweet pussy.” Grayson chuckles.

“Really?” Sadie sighs.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Pretty Girl,” Gayson asks, voice low, and Sadie’s cheeks pinken. “Tell them how much you love it. How much it turned you on, knowing all the dirty things I like to do when no one is around.”

“Okay, fine,” she admits. “I find it hot that he watches me, okay? I’m a freak, whatever,” she mutters, looking down to play with her skirt.

“Hey.” My voice is serious, gripping her chin to make her look at me.

“You're not a freak. You're allowed your kinks. You don’t judge us for ours, we sure as fuck won’t judge you for yours. If there’s anything, and I mean anything, you even want to try, do not feel too shy to ask for it.

One of us will be more than willing to explore that with you, if not all of us, okay? ”

She licks her lips, her breathing coming in a little quicker now. “Okay.” She nods.

“So is there?” Grayson asks, leaning forward in his seat like an eager puppy.

“Is there what?” Sadie asks.

“Anything you wanna try? Tell us, Pretty Girl, are there any other deep, dark, dirty little fantasies you have?”

“No,” she says way too fast, catching all of our attention.

“You do, don’t you?” Grayson grins widely. “Come on, tell us. We promise we won’t judge. Collin is right. Whatever you want, we want to make it come true.”

“Leave her alone,” Preston grumbles. “If she doesn’t wanna tell us, she doesn’t have to.”

Part of me wants to agree with him, but on the other hand, I want to know.

What else does my Sunshine want? Because I’ll do anything.

And I’m honestly hoping it’s some dark, messed up things, because fuck me, I have my own fantasies that would probably freak her out and send her running. I’ll keep those locked up unless they align with hers.

“I don’t want to say,” Sadie starts, and I feel a little disappointed, but I won’t push. And I won’t let Grayson push either. “But...” that perks me up. “I’ll write it down.”

She gets off my lap and heads over to Preston’s desk. We all watch her as she writes something down on a piece of paper.

“This is going to be good,” Grayson whispers, and I hope he’s right.

When she’s done, she folds the paper up and walks back over, her cheeks bright red now.

“I’m going to meet up with the girls before the bell rings.

Do not read this until I’m gone, okay? All this finding-my-kinky-side is new, and I’m still getting used to it.

I love how supportive and eager you are, so if this is what you want, to help me explore my fantasies, then here.

” She lays the paper down on the table we’re all sitting around.

“If you don’t, that's fine too. No pressure, just like maybe never bring it up again, okay?”

She quickly gives us all a kiss on the cheek, murmuring ‘l love you’ and bolts like her ass is on fire.

Collectively, our attention moves to the paper.

“So, are we just going to stare at it, or are we going to read it?” Declan asks in amusement when none of us makes a move to touch the paper.

Grayson snaps the paper off the table, opens it, and starts reading.

Leaning forward, I watch his expression as it changes; he smiles, raises his brow, and lets out a small chuckle.

When he’s done, he huffs out a laugh, grinning ear to ear. “She’s fucking perfect. If you hadn't already married her, I would have.”

“Too late, fucker.” I chuckle, and he flips me off, still grinning. “Now, what does it say?”

Snatching the paper from his hand, I quickly read it over and groan, my cock thickening in my slacks. My Sunshine surprises me every day. I love it. I fucking love her.

“Fuck me. That's so damn hot.”

“What is?” Declan demands, and Preston takes the paper from me.

“Huh,” Preston says after reading it. “I’m impressed.”

“For fuck sakes,” Declan grumbles, leaning over to take the paper from Preston. “Oh,” he says, eyes wide when he’s done reading.

“We have to do it,” Grayson says. “We need to set something up.”

“Are you sure?” Declan asks. “This isn’t taking it too far?”

“No. She wants us to do it. She said so herself, so does this letter. If it was too far, she wouldn’t have given us permission.”

“I don’t know.” Declan rubs the back of his head, looking unsure.

“I’m down to do it. Does anyone else want to join me?” I ask, getting to my feet. “She’s been through a lot, mostly because of us, and if this is something she wants, I say we give it to her. Make her feel good. To feel safe, wanted, and loved while giving her one of her fantasies.”

“I’m in,” Grayson says with no hesitation. “What about you, Dec? She wants this. She won’t be upset. If anything, it would be some of the hottest sex of both of your lives.”

“Fine,” Declan sighs. “But we play it safe.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grayson waves him off. “What about you, P-man? Are you down to have a little fun with our girl?”

Preston rolls his eyes. “I’ll set something up.”

Finally, some good excitement in our lives. I can’t fucking wait.