Kingpin (Court University 2)

Her thighs squeaking across the island, she fucked my face, laying back while I worshiped her. Taking her thigh, I brought it over my shoulder and made a home between her legs, Billie calling out as I flicked her clit.

“I’m going to come.”

“Fucking do it,” I groaned, shoving my sweats down, and my cock sprang free. I fisted it. “I’m coming with you.”

I didn’t even wait before claiming her, guiding myself inside her. She’d told me she was on birth control before, and that’s all I needed.

I physically shuddered inside her, and pulling her up, I thrust my hips, fucking her wildly across the counter.

Her lips parted, and I bit down on them, making her call out. She dragged her nails across my back, and I roared, working my hips so hard and fast I felt like I’d split her in two.

My mouth claimed hers as I picked her up. Kicking off my sweats, I walked with her into the living room, my dick still inside her. I had to walk slow but I wasn’t leaving this pussy for a second.

I made it to the couch still inside her, pressing her down on her back. Her thighs hugged me, and I rocked my hips, her breasts bouncing as I slapped my body against hers.

“LJ…” Her eyes rolled back as her body arched, mine too upon reaching that high. I grunted, filling her completely with my seed and didn’t stop until I emptied inside her.

Pulling out, I eased down from the high with Billie beneath me, kissing her sweetly into the couch. Before her, I didn’t think I did sweet. I didn’t have to, not before her.

I hadn’t cared enough.

I loved her, drowning in her heat as I fastened her to me. I only let go of her a little when I picked her up to take her to my bedroom. She wasn’t leaving tonight.

I wasn’t letting her go again.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Billie

I was by myself in the morning, a place that might have worried me had last night not happened. LJ and I fucked two more times last night, then after, we made love. It was different. It felt so different, and by the end, he hadn’t let me go until he literally got up this morning. He had a phone call, but I was so tired I’d turned over and went back to sleep. Achy, I still felt him inside me.

This was all different.

I didn’t feel like we were in the same place we were before, and I think last night really just put things into perspective for the both of us. There were no more games. No more who was going to break who. There was just this and what we did last night.

That was what ended up allowing me to get up with confidence that morning. I had no clothes here, of course, mine sprinkled downstairs no doubt. I found some of LJ’s, though, so after I got dressed in a band tee and a pair of boxers I found from his drawers, I came downstairs.

LJ sat at that same kitchen island he’d fucked me on, and the tingle instantly blazed between my legs. Shirtless, he had his back to me as he spoke to Niko, the demigod standing next to him. They both faced forward, talking to someone else but I couldn’t see who that person was. I moved closer, and by the time I came completely in the kitchen, I had no time to turn back.

Some people have told me I looked like my father, and I used to like that before he’d left my mom. I used to relish in the fact I looked like him, feeling that connected us.

Now, our similarities just angered me, those same light eyes staring back at me. My hair was darker than his, both my grandparents redheads on his side.

Daddy saw me first, lounging back against LJ and Niko’s range. He stood tall in my presence, his hands working. “Billie…”

His throat jumped following my name, and both Niko and LJ turned. Upon seeing me, LJ’s hand came instantly out for mine, and had it not, I know I would have turned right around. I’d seen my dad last night, sure, but I sure as hell hadn’t talked to him. I’d barely even spoken to him on the phone when I’d called him for help last night. I’d told him what I needed, and that was it. Call ended. He’d ended up doing the rest after I’d given him the location Niko believed LJ was located at.

“What’s going on?” I asked, tugged by LJ. His presence only slightly distracted me from the existence of my father, then fully when a strong arm looped around my waist.

He popped a kiss on my brow, a trail of heat drifting directly from his lips. He was so very handsome, sexy from his broad shoulders to his bare feet. He’d only put a pair of sweatpants on when he’d come downstairs, his hair a mess of lazy blond. He cradled my hip. “Your dad came to talk. I guess the police have some concerns. Ones about the Marvellis?”

That crime family? I frowned. “Why? Didn’t that guy get arrested? Alexi?”

At least, that was what the police told Niko and me last night. During the bust, we got a call that they’d gotten LJ on time and were bringing him to the precinct. I’d been so relieved. I just wanted him to be safe ultimately, regardless of what happened between us before.

Us getting together after had just made everything that much better.

“Yes, sweetheart, but the threat doesn’t stop just because he’s off the streets.” Daddy pushed his hands into his pockets, the frown hard on his face. He appeared completely at war with himself as he rocked back on his patented leather shoes. Like he wanted to come closer, but didn’t want to jinx it.