A Secret for a Secret (All In 3)
“I love King. I’d brave just about anything for him.”
She hugs me, and suddenly I understand what a real mother is supposed to be. Not perfect, but protective. Willing to make mistakes and own them because sometimes love outweighs logic.CHAPTER 31
GREAT IDEAS
Kingston
Three months later
“I have never been more excited to see a white polo in my entire life. Eight days is far too long for you to be gone.” Queenie fists my shirt and tips her head back, pulling my mouth to hers.
“I missed you too,” I murmur, but I keep my teeth clamped together so she can’t get her tongue in my mouth. “But we have an audience.”
She backs off right away, smoothing out my shirt. “Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry.” She cringes and looks around. Thankfully there aren’t that many people milling around to witness the PDA.
Queenie was accepted to the University of Seattle, so she can now finish her degree. Last week her conditional acceptance to the master’s program in art therapy came. On top of a full course load, she volunteers at the art center, in addition to working one-on-one with Lavender at least once a week, if not twice. She’s amazing and focused, and I love watching her flourish like this.
I arrived home early this morning from an away series. It was a bit of a drama-filled week away. Sissy had the baby just before we left. Corey insisted on a paternity test, which was a wise move on his part, since it turns out the baby is most definitely not his. He found out right before a game and lost it on the ice, ending up with a twenty-game suspension. I have a feeling management will be negotiating for a trade at the end of the season.
I’m relieved to be home, and I’ve been waiting all afternoon for Queenie to be finished volunteering so I can take her home and show her exactly how much I missed her. Which is why I’m picking her up instead of waiting for her to come to me.
I wrap my arms around her in a PG hug and bend until my lips are at her ear. “As soon as we’re home I’m going to spread you out on the dining room table and eat you until you’re begging to ride me.”
She sucks in a soft gasp and pushes back. For a second I think maybe it was too much, especially since we’re in a public parking lot. She bites her lip, and a coy smile flirts at her lips. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
“Whatever gets you in the car faster.”
“I’ll take the threat, Boy Scout.” She pats my chest. “And you better drag those orgasms out until I’m damn well delirious, or I’ll be hella disappointed.” She nips my chin and then flits around to the passenger side of the car and practically throws herself inside.
I grin and take my time getting in and make sure the mirrors are the way I like them, while Queenie crosses and uncrosses her legs. “Seriously, Kingston? You can’t tell me you’re going to make a meal out of me and then pull this whole seventy-five-point check deal.”
“I just want to get you home safely.”
“You mean you want to get me all worked up and tell me how much you love it when I’ve already soaked through my damn panties before you’ve even laid a finger on me.”
She’s absolutely correct about that. It’s an incredible ego boost to be able to make her come within minutes of getting her naked, but I don’t tell her that since she already knows. “Someone’s testy.”
“Yeah, well, that would be your fault, wouldn’t it?” She fastens her seat belt aggressively.
She’s more worked up than usual. I put the car in gear, and signal out of my spot. “How is it my fault you’re testy?”
“You show up here, looking all delicious, whispering naughty things in my ear, and now I have to try and sit here and be patient while you drive like a grandpa on a Sunday afternoon. It’s been eight damn days, Kingston. Eight days without you, or your tongue or your color commentary, or our mutual-gratification competitions. There will be no sweet and gentle tonight. I better have a hard time walking tomorrow morning. And teeth marks on my ass.”
My erection kicks behind my fly. “I’ll certainly do my best to ensure the difficulty walking and the teeth marks, if that’s what you’d like.”
“It’s exactly what I’d like. And to ride your face,” she tacks on.
“That’s a given. Is there anything else you’d like to add while you’re creating your list of demands for the evening?”
“I’m sure I can think of a few things.” She shifts around in her seat.
On the drive home Queenie provides a very extensive, descriptive list of what she’d like to happen once we’re naked. I’d like to say we make it to the dining room table, but that would be a lie. We don’t even make it out of the garage. In fact, I end up on my knees on the concrete floor with Queenie wrapped around me. The floors are heated, so it sounds a lot worse than it is.