Page 72 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Sebastian

“Come on,” Ash screams at the TV when the Panthers fail to score a touchdown. “Fucking hell, Dunn,” he barks, throwing his hands around for effect.

“Chill the fuck out, man,” Kyle says. “They’ve got this.”

“Are we even watching the same game?”

Ripping my eyes away from their bickering, I look back at the screen briefly before continuing around the room to where the girls are chatting, not the slightest bit interested in the football game.

I thought Poppy might have wanted to watch, but I’ve since discovered that Harley’s brother, her boyfriend, is on the bench, so she’s happily ignoring the TV with the others.

My eyes run down the length of Stella’s body, my cock stirring once more. After weeks of nothing, it’s more than ready to make up for lost time.

Her black dress wraps around her curves like it’s a second skin. Her hair is piled on top of her head, leaving her neck exposed.

My tongue licks along my bottom lip right as she looks over her shoulder at me, obviously sensing my attention.

Her eyes drop to my lips, darkening in desire.

“For someone who hates you, she’s good at the come-fuck-me eyes,” Kyle mutters beside me.

“She loves hating me. It’s half the fun.”

“Remember it well, man. Another beer?” he asks, nodding toward my almost empty bottle.

“Thanks.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Ash barks once more, making Kyle pause at the door to see what’s gone wrong this time.

“Something is up with that bunch. I know the team is new this year, but it’s like they’re all on a different fucking field,” he mutters before disappearing from the room.

“This is bullshit. Poppy,” he calls, earning himself the attention of all the girls. “Have a fucking word with your boy. This is a joke.”

“Oh yeah, because the new recruit holds all the power,” she snaps back.

“Well, these motherfuckers don’t seem to have any,” he sulks, falling back onto the sofa.

“Aw, baby. Do you need cheering up?” Ruby asks, walking over and crawling onto his lap.

For a second, he tries to look around her, but when the Panthers fumble another pass he gives up and turns his full attention to his girl.

His hands slide up her thighs, his fingers vanishing under the fabric of her skirt.

“What have you got in mind, little one?”

She brushes her lips against his, and he forgets all about the game and dives in.

“You really are all about the voyeurism, huh?” Stella asks, dropping down onto my lap with an easy smile playing on her lips thanks to the vodka shots I saw her and the girls necking an hour or so ago.

“What?” I ask innocently. “I’m doing nothing.”

“Suuure. Watching those two with desire filling your eyes is nothing.”

“I don’t want Ruby, if that’s where you’re going.”

“I’m not. I know you don’t. Although, I must admit,” she says, her eyes lighting up with excitement, “if my girls did want you, I could turn the tables and mark my territory.” Her fingers walk down my stomach toward my waistband.